nice interpretation, soothing and relaxing , congratulations

It is like a lullabye. I like it. The vocals and piano are so pleasing to the ears.

(Translation above)

Encore une merveilleuse musique que Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/ephemeral-piano-day-2022 m'a autorisé à paroler. Grâce lui soit rendue.

Another wonderful piece of music that Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/ephemeral-piano-day-2022 allowed me to write some words on it. Thanks be to her.

Le sablier cassé

Je t’ai laissée partir il y a 1000 ans
Avais-je tort ou raison ? Maintenant,
Je sens que le temps me fait des reproches
Sans aucune pitié.

Ma déraison avait-elle raison ?
Pourras-tu un jour me le pardonner ?
Car mon cœur me traite de tous les noms
Qu’il sort, tout chauds, de sa broche…

Mais, 1000 ans, c’est seulement hier
Et plus j’y pense, moins j’en suis fier.
Je voudrais retrouver le sablier
Pour l’arrêter, le casser !

Si j’arrivais à retourner le temps
Je n’y toucherais plus pendant 1000 ans
Mon cœur ne battra que pour te revoir
Il ne vivra que d’espoir

Si je ne te revois pas
Le monde ne sera
Qu’un désert inhabité
Qu’un sablier cassé…

Myckaël Marcovic le 22 septembre 2021


The broken hourglass

I let you go a thousand years ago
Was I right or wrong? Now,
I feel that time is reproaching me
Without any mercy.

Was my folly right?
Can you ever forgive me?
For my heart calls me all kinds of names
That it takes out, all hot, from its spit...

But, 1000 years, it is only yesterday
And the more I think about it, the less proud I am.
I would like to find the hourglass
To stop it, to break it!

If I could turn back time
I wouldn't touch it again for a thousand years
My heart will only beat to see you again
It will only live on hope

If I don't see you again
The world will be
An uninhabited desert
Only a broken hourglass...

Myckaël Marcovic on September 22, 2021

Le sablier cassé (Myckaël Marcovic / Debra Buesking) (new version)

We all someone who is a Poser. This is a rocker. Enjoy!

Poser

If the Romans had invented jazz music, they would have been swinging on 5/8.

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Pabulum, Baby!

Watercolors

Bittersweet

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think they'd run but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that wont be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

G.B.C. - Who Noise

V1.
I've traveled life's landscape, less than thrilled with it
Never found a journey wind up worth it's trip
But then came you, and my world came undone
The way they say it will, when someone is 'that one'
And now I know with all my soul
That our two were meant to make 1 whole

Ch. 1
See, your voice
Is the sweetest melody I've ever heard
So in front of the world I'm gonna pledge love to you, girl
And call your name
It's my favorite word.

V2.
With every river of emotion, I kicked against it's flow
A cynic never finds a reason to let fate take it's hold
Still, here you stand today - facing me
A sign of everything that loving freely can bring
And undeniably it's true
That finally I know trust's strength in you

Ch. 2.
See your voice
Is the sweetest melody I've ever heard
So with it's song in my ear I wanna grow old with you, girl
And call your name
'Cause it's my favorite word.

Br.
The say that nothing ever comes true until somebody believes in it
They say a dream will never come to be until somebody sees it
But see, I'm living proof there's something to be said for divine faith
Because I've been given something that I know I could never imagine
In your grace
Whoa, yeah - and that's forever and all of time.
Said that's forever and all of time.

Ch. 3
See, your voice
It's the sweetest melody I've ever heard
So 'til death do us part I'm stickin' right here for ya, girl
Yes, I am
And still your name
Will stay my favorite word
...dream girl...



(All music & lyrics copyright Daron Anthony Randolph / SNC Music. All rights reserved.)

My Favorite Word

A song about the impermanence of everything and the wanting to relinquish digital & electronic devices. Released on Suburban Bicycle Gang's album 'In The Cosmos' May 26th. 

Recorded live off the floor!

In The Cosmos

Candle Light

Suburban Bicycle Gang - Candle Light

This song was inspired by a friend of mine who wrote a short story to talk about the types of scars we get along the way. Some scars are visible and come from getting cut, burned, or having  surgery. BUT some scars are only known to the person who carries these scars. Scars from a broken home, Scars from a lost of a love. Do you have scars that no one can see?
 Special thanks to Dave B, Tom Horner, Phil Farrott, Khalendnk, and Rhoma

These Scars

kotze 23 (antisemiten)

The shortest distance to yesterday is a hundred million miles! Featuring Mwa Mwayii Mphande (Black Pace) on vocals, Shael and Chris on guitars, and Randy Doherty jammin' the keyboards.
Lyrics
Did you know, there's a girl, and she lives over there
and she wears pretty clothes and puts flowers in her hair
and I used to hang my hat on a nail by the door
but that nail's driven home. I'm not welcome anymore.
     Everybody's made of stars, but my feet are made of clay
     A quarter million English words, and I don't know what to say
     I've been around the world, but it still takes me a while
     The shortest distance to yesterday is a hundred million miles
Did you know, time and space are just a dream
Maybe I can go back and repair the way it seems
Did you know, on the ground, lay the pieces of my heart
But then again, I'm the one who's been tearing it apart
     Everybody's made of stars..

Tequila Monday Project

A Hundred Million Miles

A Hundred Million Miles (featuring Black Pace)

The music of songwriter, arranger, composer, & multi-instrumentalist Daron Anthony Randolph.

My Favorite Word

W.D.A.R. / SNC Music

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