Pretty coolio instrumentals/stylish vocals. All in all a very good song

Another very imaginative and creative track with the usual wonderful sound

You already know how I feel about you.  As always your music makes me feel cozy and warm

Cool chill vibe on this, and I like the change up at the 4:00 mark.

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

Alchemy of Earth was a co-creation between David Campbell and Pauline Frechette. The first four songs of the album were penned by Frechette, and the last three songs were written by Campbell. 

1. Spring Awakening by Pauline Frechette
2. Summer Skies by Pauline Frechette
3. Liquid Moon by Pauline Frechette
4. Ice Storm by Pauline Frechette
5. 19th Century Entanglements by David Campbell
6. 20th Century Entanglements by David Campbell
7. 21st Century Entanglements by David Campbell

19th Century Entanglements

Easy Blossom is:

Scott Olbert - Keys
Mark Shaffer - Bass
Johnny Wick - Guitar/Vocals
Bei Cheng - Drums

All recorded live to 1/2" tape and mixed/mastered to 1/4" tape at Electrified Rat Studios.

Cover is our boy Pumpkin.

Easy Blossom - Too Close To The Sun

Your Support G

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I Want You Baby is a Summer Vibe it's with a smooth dance groove with catchy lyrics ,As you know G always put details into my music enjoy
Turn on those Speakers/ Turn uthe Volume /Turn up the Heat and Dance
B/Side https://soundcloud.com/george-gentles/6-i-want-you-baby

I Want You Baby

An improvised story performed at the DC Improv Comedy Lounge

A Hot Day

In This Life

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

WHISKEY DOWN

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)

For all good that it ever did you.
Uselessly competing, now you're through. (As you do)
Cooking this up, just wishing, it's a task.
Kicking it up and screaming for the laughs. (Early bath)

You were not aiming for anything.
Over or above the fringes.
Underneath this mask, you're just a sponge. (Just a sponge)

For all the good that trying did for me.
Uselessly denying myself things. (Trying to win)
Cleverness can be its own downfall.
Killing off endeavour in it all. (You just stall)

You were not aiming for anything.
Over or below the fringes.
Underneath this face, you're just a sponge. (You're just a sponge) 

For all your golden talk of Kathmandu.
Underneath, there's nothing you can do. (How'd you do)
Cuckolded by anyone who dared.
Killing Fields have ruffled your blonde hair. (Not a care)

You were not aiming for anything.
Over and above the minimum.
Underneath the soap, you're just a sponge. (You're just a sponge)

You were wasted from the very start.
Opened up too much from the heart.
Underneath the scum, there's only sponge. (You're just a sponge)

Haul yourself up.
From the bottom we plunge.
From the depths it must be so.

We fight, we die, we all must go.
There you fall, the riverflow.

Sponge

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

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

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Dreams

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

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

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