Please Don't Leave

This is my arrangement for the awesome AWD song "Just Not Your Day"

Please DO go check the original track
https://soundcloud.com/awdstudios/just-not-your-day
and give this guys a follow.

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Lyrics:

Break away from the stain that you call society
disgraced attitude 
that reacts violently. 
Fuck it all killem all is how I brawl no restraint 
only war paint no saint 
take that shit to the bank. 

You nothing but a joke wearing an yella cloak. 
Quick to getcha jaw broke, leave the pavement blood soaked.
its a fact I'm a mac with this bat I'll make ya head splat.
Nothing left to say 
it's just not your day.

As I put this bat in my hand mother fucker
ain't made of sand it's real and will break through ya grill.
What a thrill when I come up to ya house kick ya door down 
see ya family frown when I show´em daddy is just a clown.
just a clown
just a clown
just a clown
clown

I will die before I bow down and lay at their feet.
Show no fear I'll make it clear that it's just not in me.
Ignore the lies that they feed into your mind.
Redefine realign redesign. It's about time.

I will die before I bow down and lay at their feet.
Show no fear I'll make it clear that it's just not in me.
Ignore the lies that they feed into your mind.
Born and bred to be free, america can't you see.
They´re taking away everything

your chances are slim

Fuck you fuck them 
these visions gettin grim 
sanitize going dim
your chances are slim
for nothing you have live 
nothing left to give 
nothing left to say 
it's just not your day.

it's just not your 
day
it's just not your

You come to me before you get to the gates. 
I become a monster in the shadows
when you look under your bed. 
Motherfucker you hear what I said. 
Im the one that will cut off your head..

You´re all weakkkk. 

I will die before I bow down and lay at their feet.
Show no fear I'll make it clear that it's just not in me.
Ignore the lies that they feed into your mind.
Redefine realign redesign. It's about time.

AWD's Just Not Your Day feat. NASP

A blend of grungyness and crust, this beautiful little song brings the basics of ecoterrorism back to the pop scene. You can dance to it, reflect about it, brood on it, start a circuit soldering course while listening to it... whatever you want man. See you at the cabin.

PS: Also one of a few songs out there with "Erlenmeyer flask" in its lyrics.

Kitchen Improvised Plastic Explosives II

When you find that person...you go where they go. Or they go where you go hopefully. Stick with them.

NEVER GIVE UP ON SOMETHING THAT YOU CAN’T GO A DAY WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT. — Winston Churchill

Guitars: Clay Willis
Pedal Steel: Milo Deering
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals: Julie & Spencer Brochard
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written & Mixed by Will Montgomery

Demos 2024

Where You Go

my particular ways (prod uknow.codyjames)

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-faute-au-cerveau
Translation above.

https://soundcloud.com/lionel-abbou m'a fait l'honneur de mettre en musique mon texte et de le chanter.

C’est la faute au cerveau

On n’est jamais content
De son physique
On est trop p’tit, on est trop grand
C’est pas pratique
On est trop mince, on est trop gros
Ou trop chétif, ou ramollo
C’est la faute (ter)
aux kilos

On n’est jamais content
De son physique
On est trop noir, on est trop blanc
C’est pathétique
On manque de grâce, de biscotos
On est tordu comme un ragot
C’est la faute (ter)
aux photos

Refrain :
Mais rien n’est un défaut
Qu’on se trouve moche ou beau 
Quel que soit le tableau
C’est la faute (ter)
au cerveau

Il y a toujours bien mieux
Que son physique
On est trop jeune, on est trop vieux
Chronillogique
Les cheveux tombent incognito
La calvitie, ça fait vieillot
Viv’ la boule (ter) 
à zéro
(refrain)

Quand on se sent trop vieille
Monogamique
Que la peau s’emplit de dentelles
Trop archaïques
Pour ne plus voir ces rides en trop
Et fair’ de l’œil aux hidalgos
Bistouri (ter)
À gogo
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 24 juillet 2020
Musique de Lionel Abbou, 27 mai 2024

Lionel Abbou did me the honor of setting my text to music and singing it.

It's the brain's fault

You're never happy
With the way you look
You're too small, you're too big
It's not practical
You're too thin, you're too fat
Or too sickly or too soft
It's the fault (ter)
the kilos

You're never happy
With the way you look
You're too black, you're too white
It's pathetic
We lack grace, biscotos
We're as twisted as gossip
It's the fault (ter)
to the pictures

Refrain :
But nothing is a flaw
Whether you think you're ugly or beautiful 
Whatever the picture
It's the fault (ter)
the brain

There's always something better
Than your looks
You're too young, you're too old
Chronillogic
Hair falls out incognito
Baldness is old-fashioned
Viv' la boule (ter) 
to zero
(refrain)

When you feel too old
Monogamous
When the skin fills with lace
Too archaic
To stop seeing those extra wrinkles
And wink at the hidalgos
Bistouri (ter)
In spades
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, July 24, 2020
Music by Lionel Abbou, May 27, 2024

La faute au cerveau (Myckaël Marcovic / Lionel Abbou) feat. Lionel Abbou

New track - The Cold.

Darker, sadder piano theme.

The Cold

The ship comes back from Brahmapur.
The men on board are insecure.
Do their wives now wait them at the door?
Some of them will sleep alone for sure.

I love this life. I was made for.
But most of my mates hate that for sure.
I had the choice. They were forced to
Work on the deck. They feel so blue.

The ship comes back from Brahmapur.
I'm eager to go back there. I will for sure.
I have in mind the landscapes there.
I still smell it. It's everywhere.

I love this life. I was made for.
But most of my mates hate that for sure.
I had the choice. They were forced to
Work on the deck. They feel so blue.

The Return Of The Ship (V1)

A true story of the bond between a dog and a human being. Based on my daughters dog and her

DAISY DOO

This track is from the album Putting It About and is available for purchase online.
Written and produced by John Hardman for Swamp Music Productions UK.
(p)(c) Swamp Records UK & Swamp Music UK for all territories.

Putting It About

Achin' Heart

Achin' Heart by Beats Working (John Hardman)

Lyrics 
sometimes
I'm
Like all these people
That we see in Bristol
They are all tired.
Find a job
I want a good time
Sometimes.
I wanna do nothing
Sometimes
I'm the King.

Sometimes.
I don't care
I live without any rules.
Does it bother you ?

sometimes
I like you
Sometimes I hate you
When I see you
You seem to be crazy
You wanna have a good time
Sometimes.
You don't wanna do anything
sometimes
You are the queen ?

Sometimes.
I don't care
sometimes
I live without any rules.
Does this bother you?

sometimes
I like you
Sometimes I hate you
Sometimes I help you 
Sometimes I need you 

Sometimes I like you
Sometimes I need you
Sometimes I like you
Sometimes I need you

You are the one 

Does this bother you ?

Oldies

Does it bother you

Does It Bother You

Escaping from the pages of Private Eye, Sid & Doris Bonkers experienced a musical metamorphosis during Covid lockdown, and emerged blinking into the light to share their creations with the world.  Ethereal, poignant and deeply moving, their music is none of these things, but they decided to put it out there anyway.