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suterén 3.8.

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/quand-on-sait-qui-aimer
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/3NJrhDMascwEdrzsDqG8TW?si=XZC3J7ZsSsKPZmToL9E-4Q
(Translation above)

Sur un texte de Christian Portet : https://www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Chanté par Cathy Beaumont : youtube.com/cathybeaumont

Quand on sait qui aimer

Quand on sait qui aimer
Pour partir en voyage
Au pays des visages
Sur le même oreiller

Quand on sait qui aimer
Pour habiller ses nuits
De plaintes assouvies
De passions consumées

Quand on sait qui aimer
On part avant le jour
Au pays des amours
Sur la pointe des pieds

Quand on sait qui aimer
Pour habiller son âme
Ad vitam aeternam
De passions désirées

Quand on sait qui aimer
Pour deux ventres frottés
On se fait un brasier
D' instants d'éternité

Quand on sait qui aimer
Si on veut naviguer
En marin flibustier
On se casse le nez

Quand on sait qui aimer
Que le coche est passé
On voudrait rester fier
Aux portes de l'enfer

Quand on sait qui aimer
On a sous les sourires
Des envies de mourir
Des larmes de beauté

Quand on sait qui aimer
Si on part en voyage
Parce qu'on est mal aimé
On s'en fait un naufrage

Quand on sait qui aimer
Mais qu'on n'a pas de chance
Il nous reste à rêver
Le cœur est en partance

Quand on sait qui aimer
Qu’on est enfin aimé
Il est déjà trop tard
Le cœur est en retard

Quand on sait qui aimer
Qu'on a trop attendu
On ne sait vraiment plus
Si on doit être aimé

Alors on a des regrets
Quand on sait qui aimer
Et on veut tout briser
Car on sait qui aimer...

Paroles de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 25 novembre 2022

On a text by Christian Portet : https://www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Music : Myckaël Marcovic
Sung by Cathy Beaumont : youtube.com/cathybeaumont

When you know who to love
 
When you know who to love
To go on a journey
To the land of faces
On the same pillow

When you know who to love
To dress up your nights
Of satiated complaints
Of consumed passions

When you know who to love
We leave before the day
To the land of love
On tiptoe

When you know who to love
To dress your soul
Ad vitam aeternam
Of desired passions

When you know who to love
For two bellies rubbed
We make a blaze
Of moments of eternity

When you know who to love
If you want to sail
As a buccaneer sailor
You break your nose

When you know who to love
That the bell has rung
We'd like to stay proud
At the gates of hell

When you know who to love
We've got smiles on our faces
You'll feel the need to die
Tears of beauty

When you know who to love
If you go on a trip
Because we are unloved
You make a shipwreck of it

When you know who to love
But we're unlucky
It remains for us to dream
The heart is on the move

When you know who to love
That we are finally loved
It's already too late
The heart is late

When you know who to love
That you've waited too long
You really don't know anymore
If you are to be loved

Then you have regrets
When you know who to love
And you want to break it all down
Because we know who to love...

Words by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, November 25, 2022

Quand on sait qui aimer (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic)

‘Jardin du passé’, which means garden of the past, talks about the ghosts of past love stories, lived halfway or to the fullest, dreamed or for real, leaving behind only the nostalgic memory of what was supposed to be the love of a life, but ended up revealing itself as being only a big fantasy.

In this song, Inyha evokes the often thin border between reality and imagination, passionate love and love for passion, unjustified nostalgia and memories we want to keep close to our heart.

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Written, recorded and produced by Inyha

Inyha - Voice, Piano, Glockenspiel, Synthesizers
Jimmy Deer - Mixing Engineer

Inyha Contact Info:
https://www.instagram.com/inyhamusic/
http://www.inyha.com
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLagoRX48FumzRA7rdo3PkA


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PAROLES :

Des tournesols un mois d’aout
dans ta voiture sur la route
un baiser, un sourire, tes histoires

Comme dans un rêve aveuglée
par ton charme, tes idées
j’étais folle amoureuse d’un fantôme

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Et de promesses d’une vie à deux

Tu es parti sans aucun bruit
Mais ton fantôme continue 
à me hanter inconnu par téléphone

Quand je réponds à mon tour
pas un mot de retour
O je demande juste une chose, c’est d’oublier

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Et les promesses dans le vent s’envolaient

Tu ne vaux pas la peine
d’un souvenir, d’un totem
dans mon grand jardin du passé.

Tu m’aimais bien jamais
Aujourd’hui, je le sais
Et ton fantôme a disparu
tout comme toi…

pouf

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Mais il y a que moi qui vraiment y croyais.

Les tournesols de l’époque
ont fané depuis longtemps
ton sourire, tes baisers
sont oubliés.





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LYRICS:


GARDEN OF THE PAST

Sunflowers, in the month of August, 
in your car on the road.
A kiss, a smile, your stories 

Like in a dream
blinded by your charm, your ideas
I was crazily in love with a ghost. 

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
And of promises of a life together 

You left without a sound 
But your ghost continues 
to haunt me unknown by telephone 

When I answer on my end 
not a word back 
Oh, I just ask for one thing and that is to forget. 

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
And of promises that flew off with the wind.

You’re not worthy
of a memory, of a totem 
in my big garden of the past. 

You never really loved me 
Today, I know it
And your ghost has disappeared 
just like you…

puff

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
but I was the only one, who really believed in it. 

The sunflowers from once upon a time 
have wilted long ago.
Your smile, your kisses
have been forgotten.

Jardin du passé

Only small bits emerge from the mist.
Where's the mind been hit? years of insanity.
The best ones have only good intentions.
But they're not strong. Curse your humanity.
A loud sound from somewhere within you.
It's not allowed, a strain on the sinew.
A burden and you're a latecomer.
A silence crept right in among us.

The throne where they sit.
And your dealings with it.
A house is just bricks.
And a homes there to split.
A family can be both a blessing and curse.
In the mist castaway now, for better or worse.

A stormy horizon.
May offer some truth.
An escape from the silence,
A room with a roof.
A glint in the corner of any minds eye.
But no, somethings missing, it's all been a lie.

Oh we fall out, the cloudy abyss.
Trudging wet legs, down from the mist.
Hang your ceiling, spongy wet moss.
Girl I'm no fool,  no one's my boss.
No good longing, life passes by.
Some weeks turn to years, we all use our eyes.
A plain daunting, return to a home.
To seek more time, stuck out alone.

A seat where you sit,
and just stare into space.
A friend that's gone missing.
You must have a case.
The tacit acceptance of any old lie.
The mist can appear in the blink of an eye.

The dragon's they drew, on the edges of the maps.
Who refused to submit? Who refused what they lacked?
The laughs of the sailors who'd been there before.
A knife in The Temple, you know what's in store.

Down we go.
Down we go.
On we go.
On the road.

Down we go.
Down we go.
On we go.
Down the road.

Only some bits, emerge from the mist.
As your mind flits, back into sanity.
The worst things, happen to people.
Forget your middle class apathy.
See you, I know what you're thinking.
Not clever, what's with the drinking?
A mean look, in your minds eye.
The years roll, life passed you by.

The throne where they sit.
And your dealings with it.
A house is just bricks,
And a homes there to split.
A family can be both a blessing and curse.
In the mist, castaway now, for better or worse.

The small bits, that emerge from the mist.
The mind takes its hits, proof or profanity.
The best one, only good intentions.
But not strong, curse my humanity.
A quiet voice from somewhere within you.
Say's no more. not what I'm into.
No burden, forge into winter.
The mist rolls. The mist that you enter.


The Mist

A song about warmth in winter #folk #guitar #singer #acoustic #chill #nature 

Red and Gold

Vocal Sampling: Psychedelic Revolution
Batgrowl: Psychedelic Revolution
Instrumental Mix: B Steele

Added some world vocal samples in the intro. I think it’s in Gaelic. Was inspired by Deshi Basara by Hans Zimmer but I wanted to give the chanting a melody. Piano progression was something I played for years and finally developed. Had no idea I had a bit of Dorian thrown in the arpeggios. There’s also some slap bass for the chorus. The strings incorporate the vocal melody and there’s also a dorian #4 in the verses. 

Lyrically, I took lines from The Dark Knight Rises. It’s basically another song of mine about self empowerment. 

Batman: “What does it mean?”
Old Wise Guy: “Fuck if I know. I just downloaded the vocal sample from online.”

Rise (Demo)

"Morpheme" by Jeremias Langsämmer is a delicate and introspective journey into the realms of lo-fi piano and harp. Drawing inspiration from the evocative simplicity of Joji and the nostalgic soundscapes of Nujabes, Langsämmer weaves together soft, minimalistic piano melodies with the ostinato of a lo-fi harp. The track captures a dreamy, meditative atmosphere, with the piano's warm, melancholic tones perfectly complementing the harp's airy resonance, creating a sound that is both soothing and deeply reflective. "Morpheme" invites listeners to slow down, breathe, and lose themselves in its tranquil, yet emotionally rich soundscape.

COVER PHOTOGRAPHY: Fraser Cormack - A Stag At Huntley

Morpheme by Jeremias Langsämmer [Lo-fi piano]

A final contribution to Andrea Stolpe's course, this one is crafted with assistances for lyrics and vocals.

Long Lost Friend

A big THANKS to the great contribution from Ian Collins: @ian-211 !!
Vocals of the other guy in the stroy, trumpets, percussion and production by Ian.
A story about an "old friend" entering the house of an "old friend" but the latter doesn't remember him at all...

LYRICS:
________________________

"Hey Marvin, Is that really you? I can't believe I really see you in person after all these years"

I happened to be just around the corner
I thought I’d just drop by
We could have a cozy cup of coffee
I haven't seen you quite a while

At first I hardly recognised you
But I guess that I look older too
Look at your house, look at your garden
You seem to have changed your point of view

And I see the pictures on your walls
Faces I don’t know but they seem to mean a lot
And I remember who you were
Frightened of the crowd, never in the spot

Then it's Marvin turn: 
"Oh no....It's that guy. Thought I'd never see him gain. What's his name?"

We don't have a thing in common
I don't remember where we met
Weren't you that guy at every party
Trying to bum a cigarette?

Telling tales and selling stories
Breaking hearts with what you say
Finding ways to make your world more complete
But hurting others onthe way

Yes I have pictures on my wall
Faces you don’t know but you don't have a role
And I remember who you were
Profit from the crowd, never had a heart

Visitor: 
I leave now but we must meet again
We got something good that needs to be maintained
Marvin:
Go now, close the door behind you
I wish you the best but I'm not your old friend...

Together:
I see the pictures on your walls / I have pictures on my wall
Faces I don’t know but they seem to mean a lot / Faces you don’t know but you don't have a role
And I remember who you were / And I remember who you were
Frightened of the crowd, never in the spot / Profit from the crowd, never had a heart

Cellar Aged Wines

Old Friend

Old Friend (with Ian Collins)

Nancy is a sensitive girl, probably too sensitive for this cruel world.
https://youtube.com/shorts/D6OYurY7vgE?feature=share

Many many thanks to Ian Collins @ian-211 for helping producing, the drums and bridge arrangement as well as Jörg @joerxworx for the great sax and trombone!!
____________________________

Nancy says: It’s all yours and mine, all the birds in the the sky
Nancy says: All yours and mine
Nancy says, It’s there for you and me, every leave on every tree
Nancy says: For you and me
Nany says: Don’t you understand, all that breathes goes hand in hand
Nancy says: We belong in timberland

Nancy says: Don’t you hear the call
The universe knows it all
Nancy says she feels so small
Nancy says: I love you so much
I’m losing ground, losing touch
That’s what Nancy says to me
Nancy cries: can you live with lies?
I’m amazed that I still try
Truth replaced by compromise

Why? Why?

Nancy says: This big mean world tries to beat Nancy girl
Nancy weeps she softly weeps
Nancy cries one more silver tear, she’s living in a world of fear
Nancy weeps she silently weeps

Nancy says: it’s the moon that lights my night, a little hope, a tiny light
Nancy says: so pure and bright

Then Nancy cries: See how Nancy flies, like a bird in the sky
Then Nancy says: Goodbye
Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Nancy Says (with Ian Collins and joerxworx)

Tracy Byrd/Johnny Paycheck Cover
Recorded top-lining a backing track using Cakewalk.
Instrumental version provided by https://www.karaoke-version.com/custombackingtrack/tracy-byrd/someone-to-give-my-love-to.html


Someone To Give My Love To - Tracy Byrd/Johnny Paycheck Cover

Mark Seven kicks the doors wide open on this joint! Psyched to have this cult DJ/producer in the house for the first release on World Building. Both sides of the wax are guaranteed to stimulate your body, your mind & your soul. Let us guide you thru the ultimate dance experience! 
Mark flexes the serious house muscles on these tunes. Two sides of massive DJ-ready club killers!
Classic chords, tough basslines, hype sax riffs, swangin’ drums, strong vocals, multiple mixes (including a saxapella!) … we know what you need. Thanks for checking out the first 12” on World Building.
HITTING YOU HARD AND DEEP! PEACE!

SIDE A

The Fatal Flaw in Disco (u-4-ria)         7:35
The Fatal Flaw in Disco (lonely dancer)   6:38
The Fatal Flaw in Disco (saxapella)       2:56

SIDE AA

Never Leave (original)                    6:53
Never Leave (pressure dub)                8:20

Produced, Mixed And Edited by Mark Seven
Mark Seven appears courtesy of Parkway Records

LABEL:  WORLD BUILDING  
CATALOG:  WB 001-12
ARTIST:  MARK SEVEN 
PUBLISHER:  WORLD BUILDING MUSIC PUBLISHING (ASCAP)
COPYRIGHT: WORLD BUILDING, INC.

MARK SEVEN - The Fatal Flaw in Disco (u-4-ria)

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Untitled Soul '98

Liaison D Faces Of Horror

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Strawberry Infiniti

sample-less fruity loop available here to buy 
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Fruity Loop No Samples

From the live houses of the Jing to busking in tunnels (Granted, the 33.3% donation rate was based on the fact that he had removed his stifling white collar shirt and was dancing bare chested) in Singapore, Psychedelic Revolution (aka Psyche Rev) is a one man project that likes most things such as alt r&b and alt rock. Made it as a semi finalist in 'Song of the Year' competition in 2022 with his song 'Cassius.' Finalist in 2023 with 'We'll Go Down.' Finalist in 2024 with 'Sigh' and also taking semi finalist positions with 'Heartbeats & Inner Turmoil' and 'You Had Me'. Finalist in 2025 with 'Cold Cold Storm' and semi finalist with 'So Typical.' Tastes like Kung Pao Chicken. Looks like a cross between Brag Pitt and Heath Leather. Smells like team spirit. Feels like baby powder. Oh the music. Yeah, it sounds good. 


Don't respond to DM's on here so if you would like to get touched pls contact  via some other avenue. He does have a sun fetish though.

Daily Musing:

Nov: Funk
Dec: a cover. Demo version. But I will do a full length cover for once.
 I've been thinking that I want to do a 'How to Train Your Dragon' theme. I've really only seen the third one and the live action version (the recent) but they moved me. Multiple times. I was with my friends and I took off my 3D glasses. Started wiping my eyes. Look to the right and everyone else is just fine.
Which reminds me of when I was in the band in uni and my Indian friend/guitarist started teasing me about crying in Titanic. 
"I was 6! Motherfucker you cried in Lagaan!"
Then he started chasing me around. Cos' that's what guys do when they like each other. 
 Which I guess also says something about how the filmmakers handled No Time to Die. 
So maybe like medieval rnb. Worked for Seal.
The only low for this year has been working with the label. They are called Raw Doggy Records. I contacted them saying I know you guys do electronic but I don't. They did like my music. Were gonna release stuff. Then they heard the mix for 'Heartbeats' and wanted me to remix some songs. I said, "that costs money." Then, I changed my mind and still got that mixer to mix the old songs. 3 of em' and then the label said, "to be honest, we prefer the older mixes." They were taking 2 weeks to reply to my emails aaand not so much as a "sorry we made you pay all that money for...nothing." So I said, "to be honest, I prefer the new mixes" which is a polite way of saying "go fuck yourself." And, that was that. They seemed to have gotten the msg. If you check out the artists on their roster all I can say is, "it's not my cuppa tea" I prefer electronic music like Daft Punk/Kavinsky/Infected Mushroom etc. The good news is that I wasn't particularly down about it.
Regarding Bharat, he's really the first person who believed in me as a singer so I owe him that much (or quite a lot). It meant and still means a lot to me because i consider him the best guitarist I've heard. I've heard Fripp, Slash, Petrucci, Laiho, and attended a Hendrix tribute with Eric Johnson, Satriani, Vai etc. He only practised 4 hours a day after school by ear. I could do that for the rest of my life and get to 1/5 as good as him.  It began in Florence and there was this kid from Jersey called Alex who was a somewhat decent singer and a good pianist. He was better than me at the time at singing.  I give Bharat an A- as a band leader cos' he was very patient with Rauf, our friend and bassist who barely practised. With me, he was encouraging. So, I think they thought they could fit Alex and me in the band together. I had no problem with that. Now Alex had an interesting take on songwriting which was to bring pop into whatever genre. So if it was rock he liked Spin Doctors. Now, don't get me wrong, I like 'MMMbop' by Hanson every now and then but in a band, playing that type of stuff? No. Bharat and I were on the same page. He liked his metal, hard rock. So, Alex would sing whenever I sung. Or make noises cos' he was the better singer. Zero band etiquette but...I can see where he's coming from. Bharat did nothing about that which is where the A- comes in. So, I got fed up with Alex acting like a child and walked out of rehearsal. My goal was to find the nearest American for inspiration. This was when I was in NY. I ran into a marine near a bar after 30 secs. I said, "Look we're in a band and we wanna play hard rock but there's this kid that keeps singing whenever I sing..."
*inspirational moment right here*
"ah fuck it. what am I saying? I'm gonna go back in there and kick his ass...musically."
"Sounds good man."
"Thanks for serving the country!"
So that was what happened and I walked in there danced and sung. Alex got all red in the face. And, that was the last time we had band practise together. I actually wasn't that confident back then and it was the first time singing for a band. Now, I would say to Bharat,
"hey, can you tell your friend to stfu when I'm singing?"

As far as my middle school 'friends' go, well I'm really a huge fan of that guy one who went through his ex's phone, cried on a date, and then hacked her when she broke up with him. 
I'm also really a huge fan of the guy who kicked his ex.
I'm also a huge fan of the guy who got his head shoved down the toilet and claimed 'PTSD.' 
Soldiers who've served in Iraq and Afghanistan: Really? Would he like to go on tour with us?
I think he'd die of super PTSD before the plane takes flight so I can answer for him.
I heard some people wanted to donate some money and pay for my monthly mixing. And, I was very happy about it. I recently came into some money like how Starlight got insurance. The first thing that came into my mind was how I didn't have to take shit from my bosses anymore. You know, they say "不是说人是说事" (I'm critisizing what you did. Not you as a person) And, it's these same people that proceed to critisize you as a person after that. So, I no longer have to take that shit and I couldn't be happier. So, it's an A+ of a year. I'm still temping every Tuesday. Thankfully, the new school seems to be accomodating. What happened at the last school was...an obvious case of "management is restructuring"
The song...if you like it it's for you. I don't want to put pressure on anyone by saying it's for anyone.