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(Translation above)
Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle, immense parolier français, avec pour double thème : "Mamifestations" et "En surfant sur un mirage".
En hommage à Georges Brassens.

Mamifestations

En mars, au premier dimanche
Alors qu’il faisait frisquet
Rue des Gaules défilait
Un flot de mamies étranges
Pour la fête des grand-mères
Ell’s marchaient à moitié nues
Quell’ moitié était vêtue ?
Au choix de leur hémisphère !

Ah ! ces mamies
Ah ! ces fesses
Ah ! ces mamifestations !

Je voyais aux banderoles
Des slogans vindicatifs
Et des dessins suggestifs
Qu’on n’apprend pas à l’école
L’armée de gants de toilettes
Et de fesses amollies
Avait pour tout alibi
D’être encor’ apt’s aux courbettes
(ref)

Ell’s réclamaient sans vergogne
En rejetant l’air glaciair’
De pouvoir chauffer leur chair
De tout objet dans leur pogne
J’ pense à la cann’  de grand-mère
À la crosse en form’ de C
En train d’ranimer l’ point G
Et l’ point O de son derrière
 (ref)

Mais le faire avec l’arthrose
Ça fatigue les poignets
Et peut laisser par excès
Quelques plaies ou ecchymoses
Petits-enfants, pour offrandes
Laissez fleurs et chocolats
Offrez pour leur nirvana
Un gode à télécommande
(ref)

Mais pardonnez ces images
Dues à la consommation
De psychotropes qui m’ont
Fait surfer sur un mirage.

Salles manies
Manifestes
Salles manifestations !

Myckaël Marcovic, le 28 octobre 2021

Song written in the framework of the writing workshops of Claude Lemesle, immense French lyricist, with for double theme : "Mamifestations" and "En surfant sur un mirage".
In tribute to Georges Brassens.

Mamifestations

In March, on the first Sunday
While it was chilly
Rue des Gaules paraded
A stream of strange grannies
For the grandmother's day
They walked half naked
Which half was dressed?
To the choice of their hemisphere!

Ah ! these grannies
Ah! these buttocks
Ah ! these mamifestations !

I saw in the banners
Vindictive slogans
And suggestive drawings
That we don't learn at school
The army of toilet gloves
And softened buttocks
Had for all alibi
To be still apt to the bows
(ref)

They shamelessly claimed
By refusing the cold air
To be able to heat their flesh
Of any object in their fist
I think of grandma's cane
With the C-shaped stick
Reanimating the G-spot
And the O point of her butt
 (ref)

But doing it with arthritis
It tires the wrists
And can leave by excess
Some wounds or bruises
Grandchildren, for offerings
Leave flowers and chocolates
Offer for their nirvana
A remote control dildo
(ref)

But forgive these images
Due to the consumption
Of psychotropic drugs that made me
Made me surf on a mirage.

Bad manners
Obvious
Bad manifestations !

Myckaël Marcovic, October 28, 2021

Mamifestations

A bit chilly and a bit jazzy combination of vintage tones with modern 7 string guitar.
Available also on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/4i2n3jUgWKCV4HOF3YVvco?si=GKB7Xt57QMKmqzP4flPO-g

The hut

Aube

The Fall of Saigon asked to add a vocal to our tune and we welcomed him to do so. The original wasn’t written with vocals in mind so we figured it was going to be a tricky thing to do. The Fall of Saigon worked his descriptive lyrics in very well, capturing the spirit of being calm and optimistic in a hurricane. 

Hear more from The Fall of Saigon: https://soundcloud.com/thefallofsaigon

\m/ Love Music and Stay Safe <3

Credits:
Rebecca Williams - bass, percussion, synths, production. 
Andrea Pierantoni - guitars, production. 
Lyrics & Vocals - The Fall of Saigon
Mixing and mastering by Andrea at Never Enough Cowbell Studios. 
Cover art by Rebecca.
SafeCreative Registration code: 2207211626526
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Lyrics:

Le ciel, assoupi,
Lentement a noirci.
Se lève le vent,
Avant l'ouragan

Tu peux t'affoler.
Lentement perdre pied.
Mais peu importe le temps,
Tu restes sur l'estran.

Les arbres embrasés
S'effondrent à tes pieds.
Garde ton attention.

Les vagues déchainées
Veulent te submerger.
Elles crient même ton nom.

Elles veulent te submerger.
Te submerger.
Elles crient même ton nom.

Voilà, tout est passé.
Tes larmes ont séché.
Serein à présent,
Face à l'ouragan.

Le ciel, obscurci,
Maintenant, s'éclaircit.
Les arbres foudroyés,
Te servent de trophée.

~ 2022 Guillaume Pognon

Sky, asleep,
Slowly blackened.
The wind rises,
Before the hurricane

You can panic.
Slowly losing your footing.
But no matter the weather,
You stay on the foreshore.

Burning trees
Collapse at your feet.
Keep your attention.

The raging waves
Want to overwhelm you.
They even shout your name.

They want to overwhelm you.
Overwhelm you.
They even shout your name.

That's it, everything has passed.
Your tears have dried.
Serene now,
Facing the hurricane.

The sky, darkened,
Now clears up.
Shattered trees,
Serve as a trophy.

An Optimist In A Hurricane (feat. The Fall Of Saigon)

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R-Soul Collab-Version: https://soundcloud.com/russell-lorenz-526500824/things-that-fall-from-your?si=30e3493221994c559bf30b37bf59e333&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

I don't want to destroy my first Demo-Upload. 
It is so sweet with the background laughing. So i create a new Version of this song.
Please check out the collab of this song with R-Soul. He lovingly added drums and backing vocals to this song.


Lyrics:
Sometimes things will happen, that can never be explained 
As by magic, they will stagger fall to the ground in pain.
Like a statue, anchored to its grounding 
They’ve lost the touch.

The stone you picked up at the shore on your holiday.
Has lain under water for many, many centuries
Moved only at low tide by the waves and the current.
now gets out of balance

And the things that fall off your shelf
Make me think about myself
How it must feel when there, where once was my place
All that's remains of me is this empty space
 
And while I fall off your shelf.
Pass all these things of beauty and grace
That you have placed with your skill for design and flair
As if between you and them would be a love affair

Everything arranged like a map of your mind 
mirrored on the wooden boards I left behind.
Each place was chosen with precission and care.
Some in a way that no one else would dare.
Some do not seem to fit together at all.
Without you, i feel so small

And when i reenter my place
you can see the tears that run down my face.
Of Joy and Fear 
I swore to you my dear
i will never leave this place here, without you again

Things Fall From Your Shelf - Second Demo

Unwed Fathers - John Prine - Cover by Read One and Roux
This one was a good cover me and Abderrahman, It only took one take after I heard it once and wrote down the lyrics

It is a country song about men who make girls pregnant and leave them. The girls are then with shame unwanted by their families and have to leave home with the new born out of the wedlock. 
very sad !

Unwed Fathers - John Prine - Cover by Read One and Roux

Mixed and mastered by The Bawl Slant. Many thanks again. 

New School [The Bawl Slant Remaster]

I saw a cartoon where a pelican was ordered by mail, this immeasurable freedom and humor inspired this free-spirited music.
I tried to include instruments and jazz beats that are interesting to me, maybe it will be enjoyable for you too?
Laszlo

Unwed Fathers - John Prine - Cover by Read One and Roux

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