With his eyes on fire and his heart ablaze, 
He goes looking for the flavor of his younger days.
Locked in a battle with the demon, time
He's an unfinished poem searching for a rhyme.
 As his life starts to unfold he questions why. 
“Am I doomed to just grow old and die?”

So he arms himself with an M.B.A.
BMW and PTA.
Over barbecue grills he poetically waxes
How he avoided paying income taxes.
His  ambitions starts a’gnawing his insides.
He’s so busy he can’t hear the voices cry.

You gotta live, you gotta try. You gotta soar, you gotta fly.
You gotta hope, you gotta pray. 
You gotta lend a helping hand to your brother every day. You gotta live.
 
 She’s climbing fast on the corporate ladder,
 If someone’s hurt, what does it matter?
And the motto she holds oh, so dear.
“Feel no mercy, show no fear.”
There’s no question that she’s gonna reach the  top,
But the question is, does   she know when to stop?

You gotta live, you gotta try. You gotta soar, you gotta fly.
You gotta hope, you gotta pray. 
You gotta lend a helping hand to your brother every day. You gotta live.
You gotta win, you gotta lose.  
You gotta make a lotta choices, and knowing when you choose,
You gotta smile through it all, ‘cause your
Family, they all need you, need you standing straight and tall. You gotta live.

You Gotta Live

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-mar-e-est-en-noir
Translation above

À propos du naufrage en 1978 de l'AMOCO Cadiz près de Portsall, en Bretagne. Survenu après ceux du Torrey Canyon (mars 1967), l’Olympic Bravery (janvier 1976), le Boehlen (octobre 1976)

Texte de (lyrics by) Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

La marée est en noir

La mer cinglait à corps et à cris
Sous un ciel chargé de gribouillis
Toutes les mouettes et les cormorans
Semblaient noyés dans le mauvais temps.

Un pétrolier gouvernail cassé
Impossible de le remorquer
Un rocher éventra ses cloisons
La cargaison largua son poison.

Refrain :
La marée est en noir
Ça coule, ça pue, ça poisse
Bouquet de noce qui ancre sa crasse

Portsall, port digne de ton blason
Ce jour-là, tu portais bien ton nom.
Sombre terminal par accident.
Tombeau des mouettes et des cormorans.

Vomi de marée qui s’amarre
le soleil couchait dans un sang noir.
Une armada de cirés bretons
Ont relevé manches et mentons

(Refrain)

Breizh partageait les larmes de fiel
Des éboueurs peinant sur leur pelle.
Qui serraient les dents se rappelant
Déjà trois marées noires en dix ans  

Malgré les linceuls de cet or noir
Qui se sont gravés dans les mémoires
Les marchés de la consommation
Vont de déraisons en déraisons

(Refrain)

Paroles de Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre et Myckaël Marcovic, 
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 05 juillet 2024

Based on a magnificent text by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot on the 1978 sinking of the AMOCO Cadiz near Portsall, Brittany. This followed the sinking of the Torrey Canyon (March 1967), the Olympic Bravery (January 1976) and the Boehlen (October 1976).

The tide is in black

The sea was screaming its head off
Under a doodle-laden sky
All the seagulls and cormorants
Seemed drowned in the bad weather.

A tanker with a broken rudder
Impossible to tow
A rock ripped open its bulkheads
The cargo dropped its poison.

Refrain :
The tide is black
It sinks, it stinks, it poisons
A wedding bouquet that anchors its grime

Portsall, port worthy of your coat of arms
that day, you lived up to your name.
Dark terminal by accident.
Grave of seagulls and cormorants.

Mooring tidal vomit
the sun set in black blood.
an armada of Breton oilskins
rolled up sleeves and chins

(Refrain)

Breizh shared the tears of gall
Of garbage men toiling on their shovels.
Who gritted their teeth remembering
Three black tides in ten years  

Despite the shrouds of this black gold
etched in our memories
Consumer markets
From folly to folly

(Refrain)

Words by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre and Myckaël Marcovic, 
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, July 05, 2024

La marée est en noir (Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot / Myckaël Marcovic)

Time Drifter

Drums: Mateusz 'Mat' Melanowski
Lyrics & Vocals : Mauro Elias
Written by/ Guitars/ Bass/ Keys/ Production : Me!
Mastered by Marvin@Tidestudio

Lyrics:

I’m a drifter, lost in time,
Chased by echoes, a haunting cry

Falling in 
my own thoughts

The clock ticks slow, shadows cling
Moments stretch, they sting
Yesterday grips, won’t let go
A heavy weight I’ve come to know

Through dark halls, I wander blind
Ghosts of failures fill my mind
Each step drags, pulling me back
Lost in the past’s endless track

I’m a drifter, lost in time
Chased by echoes, a haunting cry
A thousand screams, I hear their call
I will break through and burn it all

Fragments scatter, torn apart
Guilt like poison fills my heart
I chase the light, but shadows stay
Time keeps laughing, I’m its prey

Every second, a heavy chain
Tied to moments filled with pain
But through the cracks, I’ll find my way
I’ll shatter time and seize the day

I’m a drifter, lost in time
Chased by echoes, a haunting cry
A thousand screams, I hear their call
I will break through and burn it all

I walk through time, no tether, no line
Moments blur, no reason, no rhyme
A fleeting glimpse, a fading spark
The future whispers, crying for the past

The clock still ticks, but I am free
No more shadows haunting me
No longer lost, I’ve claimed my way
The past is gone, I own today

Time Drifter

Snow

52 pick up

Guitars and Bass by Robert Grigg
Drums by Yamaha Keyboard

Little Big Bite

You Cannot Fall

Bottle

Para escuchar la versión con Mara Oldfield  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/voy-a-volver-atras-con-voz
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/voy-a-volver-atras
Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/voy-a-volver-atras-ac

VOY A VOLVER ATRÁS

Juan Ignacio de Pano Maynar.

En un hueco del tiempo
no sé en qué frío
se me quedó perdido
el temblor de tu cuerpo
cuando mis besos 
buscaban nido
entre tus labios tibios.

En el eco de un verso
de madrugada
se me quedó callada
la canción de tu pecho
cuando mi cara 
se recostaba 
en su infinito cielo.

Estribillo

Voy a volver atrás 
con mi arrogancia al borde del camino
a rescatar mis sueños del olvido.
Voy a ir en tu busca a ese lugar
en que aún sigo vivo.(bis)

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En una umbría calle
de lejanías
se me quedó dormida
tu manera de amarme
cuando la tarde
nos convertía
en rosas encendidas.

Estribillo

I'M GOING TO GO BACK

Juan Ignacio de Pano Maynar.

In a gap in time
I don't know in what cold
the trembling of your body was lost to me
when my kisses
sought a nest
between your warm lips.

In the echo of a verse
at dawn
the song of your chest fell silent
when my face
rested
on its infinite sky.

Chorus

I'm going to go back
with my arrogance at the side of the road
to rescue my dreams from oblivion.
I'm going to look for you, to that place
where I still live. (repeat)

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On a shady street
of distances
your way of loving me fell asleep
when the afternoon
turned us
into burning roses.

Chorus

Voy a volver atrás (Feat. MV)

Angel drifts between serenity and wonder, creating a space to pause, reflect, and feel comforted. Ideal for relaxation, meditation, or moments of introspection.

Angel

Boundless

I compose music that ventures into the dark corners of sound, crafting narratives from the interplay of drums, piano, and guitar. Each track tells a story through brooding harmonies, unexpected keys, and a sense of cinematic drama. I’m here to push boundaries, provoke thought, and immerse you in layered, atmospheric worlds where every note has a reason.

You Cannot Fall

Rudedoc