Always Not Enough

# 19 [Always Not Enough]

Shadow Moses is a Dark Ambient Album Inspired by the PS1 Game, Metal Gear Solid. The Sound of Machines and Espionage..

Electrified Floor (Ghost)

nightcrawler

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/arc-en-ciel
Translation above.

Texte et voix : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Accompagnement musical : Myckaël Marcovic

Arc-en ciel
Si c'était à recommencer, je voudrais être ce gamin qui court et qui danse sur les galets de la plage en dessous du trottoir de la promenade des Anglais à Nice-Ville. Ce gamin qui descend sur le chemin de l'école, son cartable à la main et ses billes arc-en-ciel dans ses poches, prêt à en découdre avec ses petits camarades dans la cour de l'école où toutes leurs richesses, toutes ces billes qui sautent et tombent tout autour des arbres de la cour du temps jadis, avec l'ami Coco. 
Si c'était à recommencer, à pas comptés, je claquerais le même chemin sur les pavés de ce vieux Nice ranssousse et plein de bruits bizarres sur ce marché multicolore, revoir Mireille, sa socca d'amour bien pébraté bien poivrée, servie d'un bon rosé bien frais. 
Si c'était à recommencer je dirais à tous mes camarades auteurs et compositeurs et bien d’autres encore, que je repartirais de nouveau pour un grand tour. Et roule ma sono sur les pavés gris-¬bleu au hasard de quelques allées embuées par ces buveurs de pastagas, cigarillos au bec qui se donneraient pour un quignon de soleil et quelques roses rouges sur des lèvres carnin. 
Si c'était à recommencer, je chanterais pour des caveaux de familles pour ces vieilles cancanières de bénitier, pour ce petit garçon qui sonnait les cloches de l'église et pissait avec ses copains dans les bénitiers d'eau de pluie. 
Oui Madame, oui Monsieur, je suis un coquin du Diable qui court encore comme Hopper sur le sable de San Pedro. Ce Hopper qui cherche d'où vient le vent de pluie.  
Si c'était à recommencer, donnez-moi un micro pour chanter vos chansons et les miennes z'aussi. 
Il ne faudra jamais parler de nos secrets, de nos poèmes de cœur, de nos amours cachées, de nos espoirs ratés.
On avait du talent, on était magnifique. Alors, moi le petit Niçois, je ne regrette rien ! 

Rainbow

If I had to do it all over again, I'd want to be that kid running and dancing on the pebbles of the beach below the sidewalk of the Promenade des Anglais in Nice-Ville. That kid on his way to school, his schoolbag in his hand and his rainbow marbles in his pockets, ready to do battle with his little friends in the school playground, where all their riches, all those marbles jumping and falling all around the trees in the playground of yesteryear, with friend Coco. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd walk the same old path over the cobblestones of old Nice, full of strange noises and multicolored markets, and see Mireille again, with her peppery socca d'amour, served with a nice chilled rosé. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd tell all my fellow songwriters and composers, and many others besides, that I'd go on another grand tour. And roll my sound system over the grey-blue cobblestones as I wander down a few aisles fogged by pastaga-drinkers, cigarillos in their mouths, who'd give it all up for a quignon of sunshine and a few red roses on carninous lips. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd be singing for family vaults, for those old stoup gossipers, for that little boy who rang church bells and pissed in the rainwater stoup with his pals.
If you had to do it all over again, give me a microphone to sing your songs and mine too. 
We'll never have to talk about our secrets, our heartfelt poems, our hidden loves, our failed hopes.
We were talented, we were magnificent. So I, the little boy from Nice, regret nothing!

Arc-en-ciel (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

Take Flight

This song is about those things in your life that you cannot change. Those times when something breaks in a way that simply can't be fixed. Great personal loss. The loss of a loved one. If I were to put a finger on it, we can simply call it separation anxiety.

I wrote this upon seeing the pain that my mother-in-law's loss of her pet dog caused her. That coupled with the horrors of Alzheimer's caused her to relive the loss, freshly. But, in truth, such loss is experienced a thousand times, even without Alzheimer's... in covers on a dog bed that are now empty, in one fewer dog bowl set out to be filled, in a fleeting sound that sounds might have been your beloved dog, but then you remember that time has past.

And, with my dog going into sudden congestive heart failure, now I'm feeling this song deeper. I think it's beautiful, but it's also very sad.

The Winds Of Change

Aprender, Crescer, Caminhar (Learn, Grow, Walk) is a  song dedicated to my daughter :)

João Svayam
Novembro 2022

O teu rosto pela manhã
é um sonho meu.
Com o teu despertar
(eu) vou contigo até ao amanhecer
pra te ver sorrir e brilhar.

Nasce um dia como amanhã
nascerão mais.
Aqui vamos estar
a olhar a estrela que nos faz seguir
Aprender, Crescer, Caminhar.

Ouve o bater do coração,
o meu peito junto ao teu
repousa na noite.
Como se fosse teu o amanhã
e a manhã espreita devagar

(eu) vou contigo até ao amanhecer
pra te ver sorrir e brilhar.

a olhar a estrela que nos faz seguir
Aprender, Crescer, Caminhar.

Aprender, Crescer, Caminhar

Second collab with e MaRie ,the only One 💎🏴‍☠️
Vocal & Lyrics by e Marie 
Prod by KillaSoundBoy (KSB)

BuLLSeYe

e MaRie - BuLLSeYe ! - (Feat KSB)

It's killing you, taking in all we had to lose.
Cry to find a smile, so curl your lips and slowly watch them die.

Anger has a price to bring, getting into everything but love.
Stupid is as stupid does. Bringing us closer to "just because".

And another trip keeping you far away from home.
Just one more twist, taking you leaving me alone.

Desperate times will fade away, take the time to live one more day.
Then a horse who's barely fed, Brings a gift.........
You punch him in the mouth instead.

And another trip, keeping you far away from home.
Just one more twist, taking you leaving me alone.
I don't mind, let's rewind. Leaving it behind.

Another day, to lose your way without even knowing.
Find your way to stake your claim, leaving me with nothing.

The Trip

Purgamentorum

Une de mes œuvres classiques dédiée à Mmes Aurore Moutomé et Catherine Duport.
Le 3e mouvement est en chantier.

One of my classic works dedicated to Mrs Aurore Moutomé and Catherine Duport.
The 3rd movement is under construction.

# 19 [Always Not Enough]

Ray Warlock