This is a real song. Catchy melody, charming lyric. Fine restrained playing and attractive harmonies - and the courage to go long. Smashing!

Love how devastating this sounds, in a good way of course. It’s something you’d probably hear whilst a the small town where you made so many memories is burning and all you can do is look at all your memories burning in front of you.

Have you ever felt wasted but you can't lose the battle cause you're born as a winner? We all are!

The Lost Tale

Washed Ashore

Ce titre original, la première sortie de l’album de MC-DC à venir,  est composé - paroles et musique -  par Denis Caouette et chanté par Marie-Christine Tremblay.  Le duo existe depuis plus de 20 ans et se spécialise dans la musique pop et jazz. 
‘Amoureusement nôtre’ nous invite dans l’univers intime d’un couple qui se retrouve le soir une fois les enfants endormis.
L’importance de se garder du temps, en amoureux, se permettre le temps de souffler et de se coller est mis en évidence dans le texte.  Pour bien appuyer le texte, j’ai opté pour une bossa nova qui ramène bien à cette douceur et ce calme dans la maisonnée.
Pour bien épauler Marie-Christine j’ai choisi à la contrebasse, Alain Picotte, Marcel Bergeron à la trompette et Michel Otis au sax ténor.  Je suis à la guitare et à la programmation. Pour réaliser le tout on a fait appel à Martin Larose au Studio Septentrio pour mixer et masteriser (encore un très beau travail) cette création.
Bonne écoute!
This original song, the first release of MC-DC’s upcoming album,  is composed - lyrics and music -  by Denis Caouette and sung by Marie-Christine Tremblay.  The duo has been around for over 20 years and specializes in pop and jazz music. 
‘Lovingly ours’ invites us into the intimate world of a couple who meet again in the evening after their children have fallen asleep.
The importance of keeping time, as a couple, allowing time to blow and stick together is highlighted in the text.  To support the text, I opted for a bossa nova that brings back to this sweetness and calm in the home.
To support Marie-Christine I chose Alain Picotte, Marcel Bergeron on trumpet and Michel Otis on tenor sax.  I am at the guitar and programming. To record the song we called on Martin Larose at Studio Septentrio to mix and master (still a very nice work) this creation.

Good listening!

Amoureusement nôtre

Amoureusement nôtre (Ft. : MCDC)

Homemade record without edit. - ( WAV48/24 STEREO HIFI )

Composer : J. K. Mertz (1806-56)
Interpreter : I. M. Regazzo

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Andantino dal Notturno N° 2 Op. 4 J. K. Mertz - I. M. Regazzo (2024) HD

First recorded in November 2023.
From the album Sparks.

It's a song about someone called Eloise, apparently she has a garden of love..

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

LYRICS

Nor blanket of kindness, nor blanket of snow.
Covers me whole. Makes no inroads from...
The giant black smoke stack that bellows and blows.
Oh, how it blows. 
Blows out and blows.

Oh, please, oh, please.
Save me from me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.
Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me, from been me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.

The choices I make must sit right in my head.
Eloise. Come with me.
If I make the wrong choice, I'll wish I were dead.
Eloise, we could be...
So happy you joined us, though you're rather late.
Honey, please, Set me free.
Now eat everything that we put on your plate.
On my knees, work with me.

Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me from just me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.
Oh, please, please, please.
Save me, save me, save me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.

Now I'm walking and talking.
And barely forestalling this breakdown.
Won't come free.
Eloise, in the garden of love.
I walk and I talk.
And say all the words I'm supposed to say now.
Alter me. 
Eloise, in your garden of love.

Some sort of third verse that explains the first two.
Eloise. Follow me?
The storm in your mind can't contain what you do.
Eloise. Follow me?

Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me, only me.
Eloise, with your garden of love.
Oh, please, please, please.
Save me, me, me.
Eloise, with your garden of love.

I'm walking, I'm baulking.
I'm right on the edge of a breakdown.
From the fee.
Eloise. Eloise  Eloise.
I can't walk, and I can't talk.
I can't alter the words that you say now.
Fancy free. 
Eloise. 
In your garden of love.

The choices I make must sit right in my head.
If I make the wrong choice, I'll wish I were dead.
Eloise in your garden of love.







Eloise [2024 Remaster]

Lyrics (Lennon/McCartney)

Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.

Who finds the money when you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was heaven sent?

Friday night arrives without a suitcase.
Sunday morning creeping like a nun.
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace.
See how they run.

Lady Madonna, baby at your breast.
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest.

See how they run.

Lady Madonna lying on the bed.
Listen to the music playing in your head. 

Tuesday afternoon is never-ending.
Wednesday morning papers didn't come.
Thursday night, your stockings needed mending.
See how they run.

Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.

Lady Madonna [The Beatles Cover]

There was a time when I liked the mean streets.
Alcohol, the drugs, the pizzas.
Feeling I was getting somewhere fast.

But, all them times they were too risky
All them people nowt but piskies.
Nothing in that world is built to last.

Though alcohol stirred my emotion.
Held me back from true devotion.
Holds you back from any given task.

Kids they change things.
Life is savage.
All you wanted was no baggage.
Something has to give. 
It's really this or that.

The causes that you thought important.
Melt away with holy portents.
Honey drizzled, cold war, dazzled hearts.

And all the naying, saying, lovers.
Soft, warm legs underneath covers.
Couldn't help me now. 
That we're apart.

Your sky will never fill my pages.
Barely heard of all your sages.
Take a look for me.
Before we start.

Oh, up and down, and far below.
It's all the same to me, you know.
The portrait of an artist. 
Giving away all his art.

Oh, I'll...
Say it, then.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
Because I'm old.
oh, I'll...
Say it again.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
Because I'm old.

We send the kids to school for learning.
Half an eye on future earnings.
Whatever will now become of me?

A spent and used up commissary.
Delivered on time just barely.
Why'd you give me sight.
If I can't ever hope to see?

Your machinations drove me crazy.
Doubled up. 
Accused of lazy.
Trapped by lack of sleep that I can't beat.

Who cares to dance? 
When all above.
The puppet masters strings are cut.
Here I am sitting. 
Won't you go and dance for me?

Oh, I'll...
Say it, then.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
Cause I am old.
Yeah, I'll...
Say it again.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
I'm just too old.

Their covid left me blurry, weary.
I was not like all the teary.
Pan bang, sap eyed, abide, pleasant chaps.

And all you worry wort, dag naggers.
In cahoots with the flag shaggers.
Ruined all my feelings toward the past

Your rules were made to be heartbroken.
Everything is bought with tokens.
How'd we get our foot off of the gas?

Money comes to cause it's mischief.
Always rooted for the sneak theif.
Boffins kinda gave me creeps.
Never gave me laughs.

I've no concerns about your Facebook.
Crushed the car.
But kept the log book.
Hushed. Momento mori. Fancy free.

You over-ruled me nationally.
Watched my family dilly dally.
Sleeping. Creeping. 
Further out from me.

Your anodyne, pontificating,
deals you are making with Satan.
How I wish you'd try to let it...
Let it wander free.

They rubber stamped your reliquary 
Fuck the rich, man.
They are lairy.
In the end.
Well, there... 
There is only me.

The Mean Streets

Nemesis, the goddess of divine retribution, embodies the idea of restoring balance and ensuring that justice prevails against hubris and wrongdoing. The name captures both her mythological role and a universal theme of fairness and accountability.

Drums, keys, guitar, and bass by UPFUSION.
Composed and mastered by UPFUSION.

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Nemesis Justice

Went through a rough patch a few months back. this song embodies that struggle and serves as a reminder to keep moving forward. Thankyou for coming on this journey with me!  (:

Eloise [2024 Remaster]

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