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Ladat’s Support Jan’22 vol.3

Just the result of some paw practice on the piano... :)

Piano Interlude

💖 Happy Valentines Day! 💖
Love Series 💔
1. Love Withdrawal 
2. Love Relapse 
3. Love Overdose 
4. Love Ending, Goodbye.
A love experience that took place in 2020, using this album to say my final thoughts and close that chapter of my life. Out on all platforms!! 
lyric vid on youtube

Love Withdrawal (slowed)

Facing the Sea

Believe In Love

Beyond the Pleasure II feat Andrijana Janevska
Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
https://soundcloud.com/woods_studio

Beyond the Pleasure

Beyond the Pleasure II

Beyond The Pleasure II feat Andrijana Janevska

The wine makes you look pretty
You know we think you're sweet
It's all the same to you
Party those demons away

A butterfly like you
A bird in rainbow colors
You flutter and you charm us
Nectar flowing through your veins
The stage is your home base 
The night is your lover
The light of day is far away but closing time too soon

Abandonment makes us feel pretty
Anarchy keeps us young
It's all the same to me 
Let's laugh the night away 

A butterfly like you
A bird in rainbow color 
You flutter and you charm us
Nectar flowing through your veins
The stage is your home base 
The night is your lover
The light of day is far away but closing time too soon

A butterfly like you
A bird in rainbow color 
You flutter and you charm us
Nectar flowing through your veins
The stage is your home base 
The night is your lover
The light of day is far away but closing time too soon

Pretty

Track 2 from the music album Winter's Path.  This is a winter chilled ambient journey, perfect for studying, sharpening focus, or relaxing.

Winter's Path

Undertaker

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don’t know a thing about the world, it keeps changing
I watched you bring a little peace to my pond

now everything we’ll ever do seems ancient
but I am still unlearning all that I’ve learned

don’t know a thing about the world...

the winter freeze, it calls our lease
our fallacies
they squeeze us out of conversations

we felt so free when we crossed a sea
far from family
the ballast rocks of generations

free
(to avert a loss,
to avoid the pain,
to control your thoughts,
then it ends the same)

from knowing
(it’s all in vain,
don’t know a thing,
you don’t control a thing,
it’s all in vain)

free
(but you know yourself,
put trust in yourself,
go on and lean on yourself,
you believe in yourself)

from knowing
(except yourself
is not a thing,
it’s all in vain,
self’s not a thing)

Chorus: repeated

we never lie, we just don't know
the shadows stroll by
dictating our conversation

we simplify and for all we know
an angel dies
whenever common sense is mentioned

Chorus: repeated

unlearning all that I have learned...

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Don't Know A Thing

Novena is the 9 day prayer used by nuns to St Joseph. The prayer was anwsered when the rest of the staircase was finished with unknown material, overnight, and no one knows who it was.

Novena

IDGAF attitude on this one! Ever felt rebellious? We only live once type shit! Yaa dig

SONG LYRICS ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Yeah run away, run away into hell 
Oh well

Today, I’m gonna drink myself away
I’m gonna take the high road to hell
This is what it has come to be (yeah)
This is how life fucked me up 

I’m gonna call my friends tonight
We’re gonna get wasted and then laid
In this life we only live this once
And it’s gonna be on my terms

Well Today…..
we goo to the club 
And we gonna get really fucked up

Tonight…….
We live like we young
Like there’s never gonna be a tomorrow

(Well yeah)
Take my drugs 
Take my time
And then repeat

Tonight….
I’m gonna take my drugs
Take my time 
And then repeat

Tonight, the night is young

Today, I’m gonna drink myself away
I’m gonna take the high road to hell
This is what it has come to be (yeah)
This is how life fucked me up 

I’m gonna call my friends tonight
We’re gonna get wasted and then laid
In this life we only live this once
And it’s gonna be on my terms

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Craving a night you'll remember (or maybe forget entirely)? "Highroad to Hell" is your anthem. Unleashing a middle finger to the meaninglessness of it all, cranking up the hedonism meter to eleven. Blast the speakers, grab your crew, and prepare to chase fleeting pleasure through a haze of drugs, booze, and bad decisions. It's a soundtrack for living in the moment, even if it burns everything down. Because screw tomorrow, tonight we dance with the devil. You down?

Highroad To Hell!

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.”

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Reminiscence (Laura)