Forever On High - Calling

Tea & Pillows

Self-Portrait

* a chill track about trying to find yourself in dark times. Sit back and relax as you dive deep into the vibrations of peace.

Vibrate

Translation above

CQFD
(chanson à récapitulation)

Pourquoi faut travailler ?
C’est la faute au pêcher
Qui s’ prend pour un pommier !
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’pécher
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Mais pour tout démêler
Il suffit de penser
C’est la faute au verger !
Si y avait pas eu d’verger / Y aurait pas eu d’pommier
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’pécher
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Mais Dieu, incorruptible,
Dit : « c’est inadmissible,
C’est la faute à la Bible ! »
Si y avait pas eu de Bible / Y aurait pas eu d’verger
Si y avait pas eu d’verger / Y aurait pas eu d’pommier
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’pécher
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

La Bible manuscrite
Sous l’encore qui s’agite
Dit : c’est la faute au scribe !
Si y avait pas eu de scribe / Y aurait pas eu de Bible
Si y avait pas eu de Bible / Y aurait pas eu d’verger
Si y avait pas eu d’verger / Y aurait pas eu d’pommier
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’pécher
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Mais l’encre sans crier
Maudit le parolier
Et sans un parolier
Y aurait pas eu d’chanson / Y aurait pas eu d’chanson (3 X)
Chanson qui tourne en rond / Chanson qui tourne en rond (2 X)
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Myckaël Marcovic, le 14 mars 2024

CQFD = Ce Qu’il Fallait Démontrer

CQFD
(recap song)

Why do we have to work?
Blame it on the peach tree
Who thinks he's an apple tree!
If there hadn't been an apple tree / There wouldn't have been a snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

But to untangle it all
Just think
It's the orchard's fault!
If there hadn't been an orchard / There wouldn't have been an apple tree
If there'd been no apple tree / There'd have been no snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

But God, incorruptible,
Says: "It's inadmissible,
It's the Bible's fault!"
If there had been no Bible / There wouldn't have been an orchard
If there'd been no orchard / There'd have been no apple tree
If there'd been no apple tree / There'd have been no snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

The handwritten Bible
Under the agitated still
Says: it's the scribe's fault!
If there had been no scribe / There would have been no Bible
If there'd been no Bible / There'd have been no orchard
If there'd been no orchard / There'd have been no apple tree
If there'd been no apple tree / There'd have been no snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

But ink without shouting
Curses the lyricist
And without a lyricist
There wouldn't have been a song / There wouldn't have been a song (3 X)
A song that goes round and round / Song that goes round and round (2 X)
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Myckaël Marcovic, March 14, 2024

CQFD = Ce Qu'il Fallait Démontrer = What had to be demonstrated

CQFD

Mir Bredberg Weber: Main vocal/composer
Henrik Nybo: Akk.guitar/el.guitar
Palle Hjort: Piano/Hammond/accordian
Jeppe Gram: Drums
Jakob Falgren: Bas
Carsten Sindvald:  alto saxophone
Finn Henriksen: saxophone/baritone/tenor
Kaj Schmidt-Boisen: Trumpet
Dave Hennessy: Classic guitar

Live Out Loud

Spoken For

Translation:

Couplet 1.
If you want to, you can drown
Asleep in alcohol or tobacco smoke.
Take my hand and open your soul
Cause if you jump, I'll jump with you.

Chorus:
Listen to me...
You're just a candle flame, in a night without hope!
And love can't do everything...

Couplet 2.
But after winter comes spring,
Where there was eternal ice, there will be water.
And your heart is poisoned again:
Another man's toy, another man's love.

Chorus.
Listen to me...
You're just a candle flame in a night without hope!
And love can't do everything...
But it's like I'm blind and your faint light
I can't seem to find my way.

Пламя свечи (Candle flame)

Into the feilds, 
We run as winter turns to springtime
It's all mine.
Like Sunday is my day to shine.

We've made our deals.
With whoever dealt our lots out. 
I-won't-shout.
If you don't touch mine.

It's just my little pile.
I don't care about your in-style.
In a short while.
We'll all just fade away, one day.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Living for the vanity.
Soon, you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

Stare into the sun.
Have a debate upon the currents.
And wheth-er-they.
Belong in our buns.

Into the hills.
The crocuses are growing rotten.
In the bottoms.
I've forgotten more springs than you've seen.
(In your dreams)

All of our opposing wills.
Won't ever stop the sun from shining.
It's ti-ming-out.
The days of our lives.

Oh, it's all insanity.
Is this for the vanity.
You'll have to find your way home.
The money you had stowed away.
You saving for a rainy day?
Let's just let the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

A new guy on the scene.
And he's packing in the dreams which floated away.
Win-ter-days.
We all hide away.

To the feilds, 
At the lightest hint of springtime
Still, it's all mine.
It's my day to shine. 
All mine.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Live for the vanity.
Soon, you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.
Home.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Springtime [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

Le phare de grès
Eclaire la baie
Les vagues sévissent
Le vent m’hérisse

La nuit est folle
Je suis enivrée
En plein délire
Je marche nus pieds

Je suis perdu 
Dans mes pensées
Je rêve de ciels
Moins encombrées

De temps en temps
Le soleil vient
Mais bien souvent
Il n’y a plus rien

La lumière point
Au seuil du jour
Une ile au loin
Des mouettes autour

Je marche nus pieds
Un peu dessaoulé
Un bateau passe
L’eau est glacée

Je suis perdu 
Dans mes pensées
Je rêve de ciels
Moins encombrées

De temps en temps
Le soleil vient
Mais bien souvent
Il n’y a plus rien

Une Nuit

Promises

FLY ME TO THE MOON
Original song by Bart Howard
Musical arrangement by Overdrive
Vocals by Mary.JDG

A rockabilly / jazz version of Fly Me To The Moon, with the extraordinary vocals of Mary.JDG. 

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Fly Me To The Moon (ft Mary.JDG)

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