Tough act to follow. Had tempo troubles with this one... beeing an amateur using only LMMS freeware: Your mix is brilliant!!! Here is mine: https://soundcloud.com/richtung-bonn/fischer-ft-purpl-trippin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Di7PqtDYOaE
https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/le-souper-loup

Translation above

UN SOUPER LOUPÉ

C’était une froide nuit d’hiver,
Un loup sortait de sa tanière,
Quand il vit trois petits cochons
Qui s’enfuirent vers leur maison.

Quand ils arrivent à leur chaumière,
Les cochons se barricadèrent
Le loup hurla, frappa, cogna
Mais à la fin, il s’essouffla.

Refrain :
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Même si tu aimes le jambon,
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Tu n’auras pas les p’tits cochons !

Puis soudain sur le toit, des pas.
Y a quelqu’un dans la cheminée
Qui dans la marmite tomba,
Et l’invité est prisonnier.

Les cochons se mettent à danser
En attendant le bon souper.
Pendant que l’invité cuisait,
Les petits cochons rigolaient.
(refrain)

En ouvrant enfin le couvercle
Quelques cadeaux flottaient sur l’eau
Et puis deux bottes, et le chapeau
Du Père-Noël qu’on vient de perdre !

Les pauvres rennes à la fenêtre
Se d’mandaient où était leur maître
Les p’tits cochons pleuraient aussi
C’est pas gentil, mais c’est ainsi !

Refrain :
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
On n’fait plus partie des gens bons
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Ils vont nous traiter d’cornichons !

Depuis ce jour on ne voit plus
Que de faux Père-Noël partout.
Et ceux qui offrent des joujoux
Sont des remplaçants, bien entendu !
(dernier refrain) (bis)

Paroles et musique :
Myckaël Marcovic, 06/09/07

A MISSED DINNER

It was a cold winter's night,
A wolf was coming out of his den,
When he saw three little pigs
Who fled to their home.

When they arrived at their cottage,
The pigs barricaded themselves
The wolf howled, kicked and pounded
But in the end, he ran out of steam.

Refrain:
Ouh! ouh! bad wolf
Even if you like ham,
Ouh ! ouh ! bad wolf
You won't get the little pigs!

Then suddenly, on the roof, footsteps.
There's someone in the chimney
Who fell into the pot,
And the guest is a prisoner.

The pigs start dancing
Waiting for the right supper.
While the guest was cooking,
The little pigs laughed.
(refrain)

Opening the lid at last
A few presents floated on the water
And then two boots, and the hat
Of the Santa we just lost!

The poor reindeer at the window
Wondering where their master was
The little piggies cried too
It's not nice, but that's how it is!

Refrain :
Ouh! ouh! bad wolf
We're no longer good people
Ouh ! ouh ! bad wolf
They'll call us pickles!

Since that day we've seen
Fake Santa Claus everywhere.
And those who give toys
Are substitutes, of course!
(last chorus) (encore)

Lyrics and music :
Myckaël Marcovic, 06/09/07

Le souper loupé (feat. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel)

First recorded in September 2023.
From the album More Sponges.

It's a song about space, and how far we are off it.

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

LYRICS

Trip the wire...
To the stars, to the stars.
There's a cow...
Whats that now? 
Holy Cow.
Get to bed...
In your head.
Go to bed.

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think that they'd run but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitely's.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possibly's.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows.
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. 
Now I'm gone.

Trip the wire...
To the stars, to the stars.
There's a cow...
Whats that now? 
Holy Cow.
Get to bed...
In your head.
Go to bed.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that wont be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old Vizzes and porn.
A Fray Bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. 
Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitely's.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possibly's.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows.
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. 
Now I'm gone.

Waste of time....
There's a fire. 
We Survive.
Waste the light...
Avoid the night. 
Stay alive.
Waste of life...
Taste the Night. 
Stoke the fire.
Trip the wire...
To the stars, to the stars.
There's a cow...
Whats that now? 
Holy Cow.
Get to bed...
In your head.
Go to bed.
Trip the wire...
To the stars, to the stars.
There's a cow...
Whats that now? 
Holy Cow.
Get to bed...
In your head.
Go to bed.

Interstellar Toodle-oo [2024 Remaster]

Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

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Late night thoughts have me questioning life, chasing meaning, and wondering what's next.

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