Guess God's Not Done With Me Yet (Prod. vozdan)

The Vampire Waltz

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/cat-chisme
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/335RKJ4ReYT8JSKhdp4OaZ?si=j9B8r7IYRIGmbai-FzLNmg
Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet https://soundcloud.com/christian-portetage
Musique et voix de Myckaël Marcovic
Lyrics by Christian Portet
Music and vocals by Myckaël Marcovic

CATÉCHISME

Sur la première image
On voyait les rois mages
Qui tenaient, Sainte Vierge,
Dans la main un grand cierge
Que le curé de Camaret
Avait simplement oublié

Alors venait ensuite
Le fils de l'ébéniste
Qui tombait sous sa croix
Pour la n-ième fois
Mais c'était du chiqué
Car en contreplaqué

On voyait en-dessous
Un bienheureux très saoûl
Qui avait pour seul guide
Une bouteille presque vide
Gueuler dès le matin
« C'est pas son sang, c'est mon vin »

Sur la page d'à côté
Y a d'quoi vous dégoûter
Marie montrait ses fesses
Vieillies par les caresses
Voyant cette posture
On comprit l'imposture

Le mystère est éteint
Tout secret a une fin
Marie n'est pas pucelle
Mais elle n'est pas putain
D'ailleurs elle n'est point belle
Mais ça ça n' change rien

Mon bon ami Joseph
Faut-il que tu sois bête
De n'avoir pas compris
Que ses prières de nuit
Se faisaient sans prie-Dieu
Chez l' voisin sur son pieu

Et l'coup des deux larrons
Le mauvais et le bon
On se demande comment
Jésus les a connus
Il leur a suggéré
De prodiguer l' butin

Un peu plus bas à droite
D'une pêche pirate
Simon remplit sa barque
De poissons en filet
Comment sa patte appâte ?
Il garde le secret !

L' bouquin était signé
Judas le troubadour
Avec en aparté
La bible c'est des bourres
J'ai été muselé
La bien-pensance défend ses intérêts

Texte de Christian PORTET
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 15 novembre 2023

CATECHISM

In the first image
We saw the wise men
holding the Blessed Virgin,
In their hands a large candle
That the priest of Camaret
Had simply forgotten

Then came
The cabinetmaker's son
Who fell under his cross
For the n-th time
But it was all a sham
For in plywood

You could see underneath
A very drunk blessed man
Whose only guide
An almost empty bottle
Shouting in the morning
"It's not his blood, it's my wine".

On the next page
It's enough to disgust you
Marie showed her buttocks
Aged by caresses
Seeing this posture
We understood the imposture

The mystery is over
All secrets have an end
Marie is not a virgin
But she's no whore
Besides, she's not beautiful
But that makes no difference

My good friend Joseph
You must be a fool
Not to have understood
That his night prayers
Were made without a prie-Dieu
At the neighbor's house on his stake

And the trick of the two thieves
The bad and the good
One wonders how
Jesus knew them
He suggested
To lavish the spoils

A little lower on the right
Of pirate fishing
Simon fills his boat
With netted fish
How does his paw bait?
He keeps it a secret!

The book was signed
Judas the troubadour
With an aside
The bible's a load of rubbish
I was muzzled
Bien-pensance defends its interests

Text by Christian PORTET
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, November 15, 2023

Catéchisme (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic)

All instrument by Robert Grigg except drum beat from Youtube.
Video link:
https://youtu.be/x1g8Br3Fq8k?si=27Lt2tClMRd6kVbR

Swing It Baby!

Looks over to me.
It's over. Let's face it, we're done.
No-hurdles-to overcome, 
As we shot for the sun.
Or the moon.
A premature peaking... 

look over at me.
We can't deny this is the end.
Refuse-to-bend for you. 
Just a thorn in my shoe.
A hindrance too.
A mill stone.

The soft summer breeze 
Has forsaken the trees,
The leaves are just falling on you. 
As the light and the shade, go their seperate ways.
It's over, its over, its over.

It's over for me.
The half smile which led t'ward the dance.
Another-chance to score.
Would we want anymore.
Had we known what's in store.
We head toward the door.

It's over for me.
No glance as we pass in the hall. 
Against-the-wall we fell. 
Nothing left here to sell.
Drunk too deep from the well.
Now we're done.

The soft summer winds.
Become bellowing zephyrs 
Separate one into two.
As the day and the night, part in evening's light.
It's over, its over, its over.

It's hard to beleive we could be so naive...
Or that we were both ever so young...
It's...

...over to you.
I'll leave it and see what you do.
A-pointed turn of the screw.
Schemes that used to amuse.
Come across as a ruse, 
We easily bruise.
Sending...

Over to you.
There's not a lot for us to say.
A break away. 
New days: blow the cobwebs away.
The shattered remains.
Once was Rome.

The soft summer breeze 
Has forsaken the trees,
The leaves are just falling on you. 
As the light and the shade, go their seperate ways.
It's over, its over, its over.

Over To You

Stories from Lloyd's Past
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5e6HMXkFZ9w

May these rhythms remind us of the power of compassion and love, guiding us toward a world filled with understanding and empathy for one another.

Lyrics:
Compassion's beat, gentle and true,
Love's rhythm, a symphony anew. 

Hearts entwined in harmony's grace, 
Empathy's melody, a tender embrace.

Love's cadence, a vibrant song, 
Compassion's tempo, steady and strong. 

Every note, a gesture of care,
 Harmony woven, beyond compare.

Compassion's rhythm, a soothing tide, 
Love's melody, reaching far and wide. 

Embrace the chorus of hearts in sync, 
Kindness prevailing, in every blink.

Love's rhythm, a dance of light, 
Compassion's chorus, an endless flight. 

Let kindness echo in every measure, 
Uniting souls, in boundless treasure.

Stories by Lloyd Khan

Back Alley Summet - Lloyd Khan

In the beginning, they quoted love.
You said breathe he made the cuts.
Then you both got on the brown.
No wonder that he's feeling down.

Now, like a walking bag of bones.
no one mentions how strong he was
He'll never be that sane again.
Drugs and love infecting him.

Imagine, he said.
One day, we'll all be dead.
There'll be no new aristocracy. 
Imagine he cried.
With a foolish pride.
I renounce nationality. 

It must be hard to quit the bevvies. 
When you're with someone so fucking heavy.
No wonder that he played around.
Before he went and settled down

Then the music went and stopped.
In the world a light went off.
Cock of the walk in 63.
Just a distant memory. 

Imagine, he said.
One day, we'll all be dead.
There'll be no new aristocracy. 
Imagine he cried.
With a foolish pride.
I renounce nationality. 

Can't complain that you're with the jester.
If it wasn't for the gunshots, he'd a definitely left ya.
I'm sick of your stories of love.
Manipulation from above

First to admit that the end is gory.
The bit before is another drug story.
A story where he left the lads.
For some bitch and things went bad.

Imagine, he said.
One day, we'll all be dead.
There'll be no new aristocracy. 
Imagine he cried.
With a foolish pride.
I renounce nationality. 

Jokes [2023]

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