Fantastic riffs, I loved the intro and the groove provided by the guitar. The lyrics are well structured, too.

Like the weird "circus guitar" in the background. Another great track!

Very groovy! Always having a good time listening to your music 🎶 😎

G.B.C. - Waste Deep

A song about death and relationships

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I see reflections of you in the crowd
No use keeping up with you now
Too many miles left to go
To waste my time chasing a ghost
I know that you're no longer there
Yet I keep on turning around
I still see your face in the crowd
Too many miles left to go

Left this behind, it's all in my mind
(Please just)
You should be dead to me, why won't you go?
(Let me go)
Left this behind, nothing to find
(Can't keep)
You should be dead to me, why wont you go?
(Chasing ghosts)
Why won't you go?

I want to leave all these shadows behind
To pack up my car and just drive
Nothing left here for me now
Except some ghosts in the crowd
Yet I keep on turning my head
I can't get a hold of the thread
Too many miles left to go
To waste my time chasing a ghost

Left this behind, it's all in my mind
(Please just)
You should be dead to me, why won't you go?
(Let me go)
Left this behind, nothing to find
(Can't keep)
You should be dead to me, why wont you go?
(Chasing ghosts)

Chasing Ghosts (Feat. Lucoline, Andy Wilson, Michael Schiesari)

I've walked the world from front to back and seen a million things
I've scraped my knuckles on the map and held on through the waves
I've taped the eyes of monkeys and rode them till they broke
I've burned the leaves of agony and danced naked in their smoke

I feel ok
It's just the feeling that the end is something I can't escape
I feel insane
Then again a normal mind just sounds a bit too tame.

I've lifted chins and broke girls in, been lovestruck and confused
I've played the role of a superstar and was quickly left diffused
I've rolled up on some players and left them picking sides
I've twisted grins with sappy sins that took them for a ride.

I play the game
Took some lumps and rolled the dice, threw down, and walked away
I sometimes stray
It's in my nature to taste the air and conform to its change

Black-eyes simpletons never know what nightmares lay ahead
Temptation gets the best of them and leaves blisters on the bed
Eventually it'll get to me and take me to the edge
I'll run the distance to the wedge and run thin till I'm dead

I live to fade
I waste away and feed the work that's living in my brain
I taste the pain
In the strangers that I pass each day while I walk against the grain

Black Eyed Simpleton

I give glory to God Almighty for this powerful praise gospel song. So join me praise God. share this song to family and friends let's spread the word of God 🙏

Excellent Jehovah.mp3

A song about longing and obsession in the age of social media. About falling in love with someone through a screen. Someone who may or may not be real

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I can hear the sound of dreams
The cigarettes and faded blue jeans
The photographs and played back scenes
Never knowing what they mean

I can see your days collides
The indecision codified
The fantasies and rising tide
History happens in real time

ooh ooh ooh

You could be my daydream
My landslide, my slipstream
My devil chasing moonbeams
Intention lost to the mainstream

I could be your joyride
Your agent on the outside
Your lowest low and highest tide
Watch as I revert to type

ooh ooh ooh

Daydreams And Algorithms

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/arc-en-ciel
Translation above.

Texte et voix : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Accompagnement musical : Myckaël Marcovic

Arc-en ciel
Si c'était à recommencer, je voudrais être ce gamin qui court et qui danse sur les galets de la plage en dessous du trottoir de la promenade des Anglais à Nice-Ville. Ce gamin qui descend sur le chemin de l'école, son cartable à la main et ses billes arc-en-ciel dans ses poches, prêt à en découdre avec ses petits camarades dans la cour de l'école où toutes leurs richesses, toutes ces billes qui sautent et tombent tout autour des arbres de la cour du temps jadis, avec l'ami Coco. 
Si c'était à recommencer, à pas comptés, je claquerais le même chemin sur les pavés de ce vieux Nice ranssousse et plein de bruits bizarres sur ce marché multicolore, revoir Mireille, sa socca d'amour bien pébraté bien poivrée, servie d'un bon rosé bien frais. 
Si c'était à recommencer je dirais à tous mes camarades auteurs et compositeurs et bien d’autres encore, que je repartirais de nouveau pour un grand tour. Et roule ma sono sur les pavés gris-¬bleu au hasard de quelques allées embuées par ces buveurs de pastagas, cigarillos au bec qui se donneraient pour un quignon de soleil et quelques roses rouges sur des lèvres carnin. 
Si c'était à recommencer, je chanterais pour des caveaux de familles pour ces vieilles cancanières de bénitier, pour ce petit garçon qui sonnait les cloches de l'église et pissait avec ses copains dans les bénitiers d'eau de pluie. 
Oui Madame, oui Monsieur, je suis un coquin du Diable qui court encore comme Hopper sur le sable de San Pedro. Ce Hopper qui cherche d'où vient le vent de pluie.  
Si c'était à recommencer, donnez-moi un micro pour chanter vos chansons et les miennes z'aussi. 
Il ne faudra jamais parler de nos secrets, de nos poèmes de cœur, de nos amours cachées, de nos espoirs ratés.
On avait du talent, on était magnifique. Alors, moi le petit Niçois, je ne regrette rien ! 

Rainbow

If I had to do it all over again, I'd want to be that kid running and dancing on the pebbles of the beach below the sidewalk of the Promenade des Anglais in Nice-Ville. That kid on his way to school, his schoolbag in his hand and his rainbow marbles in his pockets, ready to do battle with his little friends in the school playground, where all their riches, all those marbles jumping and falling all around the trees in the playground of yesteryear, with friend Coco. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd walk the same old path over the cobblestones of old Nice, full of strange noises and multicolored markets, and see Mireille again, with her peppery socca d'amour, served with a nice chilled rosé. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd tell all my fellow songwriters and composers, and many others besides, that I'd go on another grand tour. And roll my sound system over the grey-blue cobblestones as I wander down a few aisles fogged by pastaga-drinkers, cigarillos in their mouths, who'd give it all up for a quignon of sunshine and a few red roses on carninous lips. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd be singing for family vaults, for those old stoup gossipers, for that little boy who rang church bells and pissed in the rainwater stoup with his pals.
If you had to do it all over again, give me a microphone to sing your songs and mine too. 
We'll never have to talk about our secrets, our heartfelt poems, our hidden loves, our failed hopes.
We were talented, we were magnificent. So I, the little boy from Nice, regret nothing!

Arc-en-ciel (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

What a funny thing. 
There's memories.
That you've never mentioned before.
Oh, it's a laughable, poor melody.
That this songbird has in store.

A curse on your lies.
A curse on your soul.
A curse on your eyes.
A cursed spiral staircase, motherfucker.

Oh, if dredging up was a skill to bring.
Then you'd bring it down in spades.
But the truth is only some shit within.
Can't be of any help, too late..

A curse on your shy.
A curse on your sham.
A curse which you'd deny.
A cursed spiral staircase, motherfucker.

You dont get to own it all.
This one is not for you.
No lies you tell can get you in.
No dear, there's only two.

A curse on you fake.
A curse on your words.
A curse on your drink.
A curse on your spiral staircase, motherfucker.

Spiral Staircase

You Guys Suck Idonot

Oh Lord

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 is the story of my life's first heartbreak

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