Fantastic cord progressions. Great arrangement. Well crafted tune to be sure!

I like your smooth, calming style. Good work.

Very nicely. It almost sounds like a Beatles song during their later years.

soft sound really love the tune   love ❤️

New songs, that were released in the second half of 2023. Taken from the albums, Sponges and More Sponges. I Am The Walrus [E.P], The Mist [E.P], and also the album Sparks.




2023: Ridden by the Witches of the Night

(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)

Something More

Verse 1:
It’s getting so cold outside, it sure as hell ain’t May
Bonfires and Halloween, takes me back to a better day
It’s been a long, long, and lonely road, don’t know if I can go on
Things are falling apart since you said goodbye, don’t think I can carry on.

Chorus
It’s been a hard traveled road, October’s knocking on my door.
I’ll be holding on for something, maybe a little something more

Verse 2:
I burn a candle every day, drink my coffee and play guitar
Leaves turn to orange and burgundy, then the leaves turn brown and fall
I spend a lot of time trying to take things in, trying to move past where I’ve gone wrong.
I keep finding myself back where I began, singing the same old song.

Chorus 
It’s been a hard traveled road, October’s knocking on my door.
I’ll be holding on for something, maybe a little something more

Verse 3:
My breath’s a ghost on the wind, sun setting on an indian summer day
A full moon chill is setting in but the whiskey warms me as I fade away.
It’s been a long time since I have seen your eyes, I think it’s time I moved on.
October morning’s always take me back to a love that’s long been gone.

Chorus 
It’s been a hard traveled road, October’s knocking on my door.
I’ll be holding on for something, maybe a little something more

Bridge
All right, come on give me something more.

Pending

Something More

PeaceoverPleasure- Megan

A Miller has no dreams.
He can not hope to see every horse in every stream.
There's no need to spur.
A horse that's travelling, already up to speed.

Look to the stars.
Stare up all you like, but you'll never get that far.
Look to the sky.
You'll never understand. you're never gonna fly.

The kids dont think in dreams.
Taken, locked away, a never-ending scream.
A future made obscene.
Squandered on a stupid capitalist scheme.

The kids don't think at all.
Waiting for the day they're lined against a wall.
A conflict of the mind.
The world of black and white, pointed, erudite.

Look to the stars.
Shine on alkaline, you're just fine as you are.
Look to the sky.
You're never gonna know why the world is passing by.

While the miller told his tale.
The sword of damocles, descending, deft, unfurled.
The trampling of the damned.
Can you hear them fall? a back against a wall.

Look to the stars.
Climb up any height, the distance is too far.
Look to the sky.
Forget it ammonite. It's where they placed the bar.

Chase Thee Not! The Moon

When I was young, 
Could not read the signs.
Could not see behind eyes.
Need to hear things.
What was left for me?

Out on the road.
People let go.
It's not that they know,
Anything you don't.
Wisdom in jest, you see.

Oh! "When I was a child."
"Where I came from."
Yeah? You're responsible, too.

Just a word before I go.
All you people are dead to me.

Mind: Follow me.
We'll stare at these stars.
That's a planet, it's Mars.
Not that you care.
Can't avoid destiny.

Home is a place.
Where you collect things.
To place inside tins.
Until you lose them.
For all eternity.

Oh, "when I was a child."
I put that away.
Girl, you should do too.

There's just you and your own.
All you people are dead to me.

Oh, "when I was a child."
Forget that one. Boy.
Not important to you.

Just a word in your ear.
All you people are dead to me.

A look from out.
The side of an eye.
A moment to spy.
Whats behind them.
However, fleeting.

A silent dig.
Inside of the mind.
Beside enemy's lines.
Nothing to bind them.
Yes, I'll be leaving.

Oh, "when I was a child."
I thought as such.
I was naught but a fool.

I discovered, too late.
Mostly.
People, they are dead to me.

Oh, "When I was a child."
"Where I came from."
Yeah? You're responsible, too.

Just a word before I go.
All you people are dead to me.













All You People Are Dead To Me

We shouldn't have to fight.
The piles of skulls must show it.
Who cares who's really right?
Nobody really knows it.
The road out of this place.
Littered with bones like you and me.
The dreams that floated high.
Same as dreams that sink to ground.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.

A spaceman in the clouds,
knows that he matters nought.
A twinkling in the eye.
Your time has come around.
The bell tolls out for thee.
The bells keep ringing out.
The cowboys and the cows.
Are dust to blow around...,

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

I don't think on the world,
When I'm no longer in it.
and if I try to think on death.
I just can't see much in it.
I do not think of frying pans,
somebody making love to you,
I do not sit and think and about.
All the people waiting to die.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

A Road To Nowhere

From the forthcoming December, 2023 full-length release, 'The Final Testament of Erysichthon', Boy Met Girl was conceived as a tribute to two Minneapolis, MN, songwriters who both had profound and enduring influence on my own artistry.

This tribute was approached by imagining what a collaboration (however seemingly unlikely) between Prince and Paul Westerberg might sound like - both in a finished product, but perhaps just as importantly, how the effort might likely change as it evolved through various iterations at different junctures of the creative process as it was written and recorded (and, perhaps even tugged back and forth a little bit).

All music and lyrics copyright Daron Anthony Randolph / SNC Music.  All rights reserved.

Boy Met Girl

A re-imagining of Vivaldi's Violin Concerto in A Minor, Part 3.

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The Blue Wall (with Vivaldi)

As forty one summers flew by. 
Damn your age and the blink of your eye.
As all presumed miscreance followed by recompense.
Now. 
You're half done.

The pretender who should have been king.
The same man who could not do a thing for himself.
Or others, not following? 
Hard pills to swallow in life.
What a world.

Look... it's boredom or love on the rocks.
There's no way to avoid aftershocks.
It's either earth shattering, else it's a tiny bit... dull.
Choose your girl.

The fantasy life of your mind, 
Can only replace certain parts of the world.
We all have to live in it, hard to find give in it.
Relax.
Have a whirl.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Like we've still got the time.
I remember sixteen.
Seems like yesterday, right?

Was there much money where you grew up?
Were there many reasons to aim up?
Was there bread in the bread bin and laughter and music and songs?
Sing alongs?

Were your twenties a wonderful time? 
Or did you spend it trying to make sense of the world.
A drunken, embittering, withering, dallying fool.
What a world.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Now we're all on the slide.
Do you remember sixteen?
Bet you had quite the time.

What has become?
Face the rising sun.

What has become?

Much more to come.
Face the rising sun.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Like your right at my side.
I remember sixteen.
It was yesterday, right.

Down we go.
Down deeper we go.

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Ripples of Relaxation

Ripples Of Relaxation

An alternative blues track with grunge elements. Will be featured on my upcoming EP "Means to an End"

Exaggeration

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 being 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

Dance Big Sister

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we find without.
What the talks about.
What they've left around.
What goes round and round.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we're dealing out.
What we worked around.
What it's all about.
Why we're talking loud.

The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What they're paying on.
What's the chance they're gone.
What's the right and wrong.
Whether it's begun.

The spark lights up the window pane.
Only the blackened charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

What the life's about.
spinning lies around.
What this loves about.
What lies round about. 

What is going on.
Where it all went wrong.
Why the fuss began.
When the rabbit rabbit ran.

The spark lights up the feilds again.
Showing only charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
When it's coming back.
A surprise attack.
What or not, the craic.
That we sorely lack.

Leave it to me, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.


Spark

Dark, stylized track about the end of the world with a steady beat

Glow - Album Version

Honey

If you turn to me
I would not turn away, yeah
Come and ride the tide 
Rising up inside, yeah

Ooh, honey
Ooh, honey
Ooh, honey
Honey
Ooh now

It would be alright 
If you come tonight, yeah
Or I’ll go where you are
Forever isn’t far, yeah

Darling if you come and run away with me
Ever after happily
It would be a one-night stand like constantly
It’s true
Oh you

Ooh, honey
Ooh, honey
Ooh, honey
Honey
Ooh now

Guitars, bass, programming, percussion, and vocals by TYLS
Vocals by Jesse Taylor
Written, arranged, produced, and mixed by TYLS at His Bedroom Studio
Mastered by Dave Blackwell at Hiltongrove Mastering
Video directed by TYLS

Honey

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





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