"Coming Soon" by S. R. Dugan
© 2024 srdugan•music ASCAP

Produced, Engineered, Mixed & Mastered by S. R. Dugan • Omaha, NE
Drums: Matt Tobias, Empty House Studios • Albuquerque, NM
Electric Guitars, B3 & Wurlitzer: Scott Gaeta, Music Factory • Omaha, NE
Acoustic Guitars, Bass, Synth, Programming & Vocals: S. R. Dugan

Coming Soon (Single)

FALSO IN GLUCOSIO è il terzo singolo di Pietro Labonia con l'etichetta discografica RHOON RECORDS. In collaborazione con Tonio Carnevale (Foto), Fabricio Ariel Sarmiento (Mastering), Emmanuele Rossi e Gianluca Giurin (Percussioni).

Immaginate uno scenario in cui viene commesso un reato grave e che il solo
modo per reagire sia quello di affidarsi alla giustizia.
Allo stesso modo immaginate che quella giustizia cambi parametri di giudizio in
base a chi si ha di fronte.
Il concetto di “due pesi e due misure”, in fondo, è quasi antico come il mondo e
crea ingiustizie ogni giorno.
Nasce così FALSO IN GLUCOSIO, che prendendo spunto da un ispiratissimo De
André nella sua iconica ”Un giudice”, batte e si batte per mettere in luce tutti gli
aspetti più oscuri di un perbenismo che agisce nella sua naturale ipocrisia e che
si cura solo del pettegolezzo stesso…
E la giustizia? Beh, la giustizia è quasi un inno a chi grida di più o forse a chi
grida meglio.
Il vestito del folklore è quello più adatto alla fattispecie e vengono usati tanti
accordi, altrettanti ritmi e metafore per descrivere la velocità della società al
passo coi tempi, una società caotica, che non ha tempo per fermarsi a scavare
per cercare la verità o anche soltanto per posarsi su una semplice nota.
L’ironia e il sarcasmo si rivelano essere gli unici modi per combattere questa
tendenza.
Non resta dunque che ascoltare la vicenda del goloso e le caramelle per basarvi
sui fatti e non sulle dicerie di paese.
A voi l’ardua sentenza.

Falso in glucosio

finale

Introduction and Lyrics in English

This song was inspired by the images of war that I have been increasingly confronted with on the internet, television, and social media in recent years.
The verses are an attempt to translate the sometimes unspeakable horror of brutally extinguished lives and destroyed houses and cities into pictorial, metaphorical language.
The chorus expresses the longing to stop this creeping wave of destruction and counter it with a profound world peace. A world peace that will lead stray souls, who are currently being seduced by right-wing populist and ultimately warmongering slogans, to return to their true loving, deeply humanistic core selves.
Since the entire song is a kind of desperate plea for more love for oneself and others, I chose Picasso's famous painting “The Supplicant” as song-cover.

To Rest in Peace

Eyes run with pus
A freshly wilted bouquet of flowers
Bridges are broken
Rainbows are grey
A man cries
Before his wife's corpse

Glasses without stems and without shine
A shadow invites you to dance with death
A bed stands crooked and askew
Because it ran in circles
The shop door
With the inscription ‘No one here’

Inside, it's seething
Everything wants to burst
Rabies has taken hold of my soul
The river of balm fights its way through the narrowness
Perhaps it will take away this curse of haste

I'd like to lie down for a while
To Rest in Peace
Who will give me the liberating blessing
To rest in peace
To rest in peace

Chocolate runs into the stairwell
The fairy tale is about to end
Red mushrooms give us the last poison
A sarcophagus is shipped anonymously

Horses can no longer find their way
A lizard man steps up to swear an oath of truth
Prayers are said on combs
Bubbles burst
Urinary retention
Now takes its course

My senses are shattered
A thousand ears
My eyes are flooded
Glaring light
Can't smell
Nostrils beaten black and blue
My tongue swells from the fresh cactus sting

I want to lie down for a while
To Rest in Peace
Who will give me the liberating blessing
To rest in peace
To rest in peace

In peace
In peace
In peace
In peace
In peace

Deutscher Originaltext

To Rest in Peace

Augen laufen eiternd aus
Ein frischverwelkter Blumenstrauß
Brücken sind zerbrochen
Regenbögen grau
Ein Mann weint
Vor der Leiche seiner Frau

Gläser ohne Stiel und ohne Glanz
Ein Schatten lädt zum Totentanz
Ein Bett steht krumm und schief
Weil es im Kreise lief
Die Ladentür
Mit Aufschrift "Niemand hier"

Im Innern brodelts
Alles will zerspringen
Die Tollwut hat meinen Seelenhain erfasst
Der Balsamfluss kämpft sich durch die Enge
Vielleicht nimmt er mir diesen Fluch zur Hast

Möchte mich ein wenig hinlegen
To Rest in Peace
Wer gibt mir den befreienden Segen
To Rest in Peace
To Rest in Peace

Schokolade läuft ins Treppenhaus
Das Märchen steht kurz vor dem Aus
Rote Pilze schenken uns das letzte Gift
Ein Sarkophag wird anonym verschifft

Pferde kommen nicht mehr in die Spur
Ein Echsenmensch tritt an zum Wahrheitsschwur
Auf Kämmen wird gebetet
Blasen springen auf
Die Harnverhaltung
Nimmt jetzt ihren Lauf

Meine Sinne sind geborsten
Tausend Ohren
Meine Augen sind geflutet
Greller Schein
Kann nicht riechen
Nasenflügel windelweich geprügelt
Mein Zunge schwillt vom frischen Kaktusstich

Möchte mich ein wenig hinlegen
To Rest in Peace
Wer gibt mir den befreienden Segen
To Rest in Peace
To Rest in Peace

In Peace
In Peace
In Peace
In Peace
In Peace

To Rest in Peace

Turtle dove(fare thee well)

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(translation above)
J'ai déjà écrit des textes en 5 minutes. Mais celui-ci, 100% bio, m'aura demandé 64 ans ! 64 ans et 57 minutes. Âmes sensibles s'abstenir.
Paroles, musique et chant : Myckaël Marcovic

En dessous de tout

Je suis né d’un père incongru
Sur une mère labourée
De coups de reins en coups de pieds
Histoire de varier le menu

Chargée d’alcool et de ménage
Ma mère astiquait sa prison
Les trois filles et les trois garçons
Flottaient au gré de ses naufrages

Refrain :
Moi, j’étais en dessous de tout
Dans l’innocence de mon enfance
Dans l’impuissance de ces grands fous
Et l’amour pleurait leur absence

Un juge vous a séparés
Plus de famille, que des copeaux
Qui sortaient sans but du rabot
Qu’une étrange pension a glanés

Pendant quatre ans je fus sauvé
Je n’ai plus vu de mare de sang
Mais sans parents, même inconscients
Qui sait pourquoi un jour il est né ?
(refrain)

Les années ont fait leur chemin
Aux quatre coins des frères et sœurs
Moi, j’ai pris la vie comme un leurre
Dans le grincement de mes moulins

Si l’on me pose la question :
Soit sur l’absence de leur présence
Ou la présence de leur absence ?
Permettez cette ultime précision :

Refrain :
Puisque vos tombes vous vont bien
Que la vérité tombe enfin
Vous étiez en dessous de tout
Comme aujourd’hui dans vos deux trous

I've written songs in five minutes before. But this one, 100% bio, took me 64 years! 64 years and 57 minutes. Not for the faint-hearted.
Lyrics, music, and vocals: Myckaël Marcovic

Below everything

I was born to an incongruous father
And a mother battered
By blows and kicks
Just to vary the menu

Loaded with alcohol and housework
My mother polished her prison
The three girls and three boys
Floated along with her shipwrecks

Chorus:
I was below everything
In the innocence of my childhood
In the powerlessness of these crazy adults
And love cried for their absence

A judge separated you
No more family, just shavings
That came out aimlessly from the plane
That a strange boarding school gleaned

For four years I was saved
I no longer saw pools of blood
But without parents, even unconscious ones
Who knows why one day he was born?
(chorus)

The years have taken their toll
On the four corners of brothers and sisters
I took life as a decoy
In the grinding of my mills

If I am asked the question:
Either about the absence of their presence
Or the presence of their absence?
Allow me this final clarification:

Chorus:
Since your graves suit you well
Let the truth finally come out
You were beneath everything
As you are today in your two holes

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

En dessous de tout

Living my life the way i need because im looking for love
i know some people are still lokking for it up above
you need to look inside your own heart and see that you are rich
when you realise with real eyes that you're not a glitch

dont let society convince you that you are not enough
because most of them they wish you waste your time on the couch
only heaven above knows how you feel and what you wish the world to be
so dont let anything in your mind take over and you'll be free

Singing a song today because i want to express my joy
i want to share some love around me and let you enjoy
the sun is shining, birds are flying, its vibrating my roots
it feels like i am flaoting in the air and this is so good

dont lose your faith because you cant touch what you're looking for
you need to open up your mind and let love love love
dont your beleive you need to know this is about your soul
we're like flowers in a storm, we can get back in control

One day evil will confess
one day people will be speechless
one day evil will regress
one day people, righteousness..

One Day

"Last Christmas With You" is a song about longing, hope, and waiting for someone to return—inspired by countless stories of people separated from their loved ones by war. Set in a melancholic East Prussian folk music aesthetic, the track blends traditional instruments like accordion, violin, and guitar with a deeply emotional narrative.
A soldier’s voice, hoping to reunite in the snow, is accompanied by a tender female voice and a violin carrying the melody like a memory through the cold. "Last Christmas With You" is a listening experience that asks the universal question: "How many Christmases do we spend far from those we love?"

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"Last Christmas With You" ist ein Lied über Sehnsucht, Hoffnung und das Warten auf Rückkehr – inspiriert von den unzähligen Geschichten von Menschen, die im Krieg von ihren Lieben getrennt wurden. Eingebettet in eine melancholische, ostpreußische Volksmusik-Ästhetik, verbindet der Song traditionelle Instrumente wie Akkordeon, Violine und Gitarre mit einer tief emotionalen Erzählung.
Die Stimme eines Soldaten, der im Schnee auf ein Wiedersehen hofft, wird begleitet von einer zarten Frauenstimme und einer Geige, die die Melodie wie eine Erinnerung durch die Kälte trägt. "Last Christmas With You" ist ein Hörerlebnis, das die universelle Frage stellt: "Wie viele Weihnachten verbringen wir fern von denen, die wir lieben?"

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lyrics:

[Verse]
All this snow
Falling like we never know
Time to run
Go
And save the soul
Hope to see you soon
We keep the silence
It's better for the kids
No sirens
So afraid for you
Please don't die
Love
I wish it wasn't true
I hope that I can hold you

[Chorus]
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you

[Verse]
This red sky
Coming over me at night
Can't run 'cause it ain't my life
I'm supposed to wait for you
I'ma sit here
Stay inside
And hold on to my Christ
I can't take it no more
No
I pray that I can hold you

[Chorus]
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you

[Verse]
She said
"I just wanted to write you and say I'm alive
Where are you
Babe?
And I really miss you
I hope that this war can be done before Christmas
Please be safe and get back to the kids
I need to hold you
I'm losing it
And I'm holding on to the thought of being with you"

[Chorus]
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you

[Verse]
So I write back
"My dear
I'm alive
I'm here
And I miss you
Love
And I'm holding on to the thought of being with you"

[Chorus]
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you


Last Christmas With You

Discover These Guitars Say Sorry's newest raw, stripped-back offering: "Never a Hero (Acoustic)." This intimate, emotional folk ballad features profound singer-songwriter storytelling anchored by the lead artist's sole acoustic guitar performance. The track is beautifully enhanced by the stunning, minimal Meredith Rausch backing vocals, creating a vulnerable, reflective listening experience. Ideal for listeners seeking intense lyrical depth and solo acoustic music. A must-hear indie folk track for Damien Rice and Bon Iver fans.

Lyrics

Throws his legs off the edge of his bed
A day by himself is what he expects
His eyes and smile, they’re just the same
The rest of him beaten and fallen with age

He was never a hero
No not for one day
He was never a hero
No not for one day

Looks in the cupboard for his cheap tin mask
Why does he wear it? Why do you ask?
The light inside is broken but he still works
The sunshine and the sadness just make it worse

He was never a hero
No not for one day
He was never a hero
No not for one day

La la la la la la
La la la la la la

Like war and peace and love and hate
He left them with the milk at the garden gate
The sound of trumpets ring in his ears
The man who fears nothing has nothing but fears

He was never a hero
No not for one day
He was never a hero
No not for one day

Never a Hero (Raw Acoustic Singer-Songwriter) - These Guitars Say Sorry | Indie Folk Ballad

"I Remember the Long Summer Days" is a folk/noir ballad drawing on the storytelling depth of 1940s chanson and the raw edge of dark folk. Created as a sonic companion to a pivotal literary scene, the song captures a final peaceful walk through snow-covered fields before an impending escape—a moment of quiet intimacy between father and daughter, suspended between memory and farewell.
With its smoky baritone vocals, fingerpicked guitar, cello, and distant accordion, the track balances melancholy and solace, weaving the warmth of past summers into the cold certainty of departure. This piece is part of the transmedia project "Hinter uns das Land" (biographical novel + music), exploring themes of loss, family, and resilience in times of upheaval.

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I Remember the Long Summer Days" ist eine folk/noir-Ballade, die musikalisch Anklänge an die erzählerische Tiefe der 1940er-Jahre-Chansons und den rauen Charme des Dark Folk aufgreift. Das Lied entstand als Klangbild zu einer literarischen Szene: Ein letzter friedlicher Spaziergang über verschneite Felder, kurz vor der Flucht – ein Moment der Stille und Innigkeit zwischen Vater und Tochter, der Erinnerung und Abschied in sich trägt.
Die rauchige Bariton-Stimme, begleitet von fingergezupfter Gitarre, Cello und einem fernen Akkordeon, schafft eine Atmosphäre zwischen Melancholie und Trost. Inspiriert von der Stille vor dem Aufbruch, verbindet der Track die Wärme vergangener Sommertage mit der Kälte des Winters – und der Gewissheit, dass manche Orte bald nur noch Erinnerung sein werden.
Diese Aufnahme ist Teil des transmedialen Projekts "Hinter uns das Land" (biografischer Roman + Musik), das Geschichten von Verlust, Familie und Widerstand in einer Zeit des Umbruchs erzählt. 


lyrics:

The air is icy, and the sun hangs like a pale smudge in the sky. The snow-covered meadow lies silent and still beneath a gray veil. A light wind whistles through the bare branches of the ancient oaks, carrying the scent of frost and burnt wood.

Inge walks with her father across the meadow. His steps are strong and steady, but his face is shadowed by a heavy weight of sadness.
"Do you see the peat cut over there, Inge?" he asks, pointing with a slender finger to a dark gap in the white expanse. "That’s where we used to warm our feet."
Inge nods. She remembers the warm ash filling the air, the strong smell of burning peat, the heavy sacks they carried together. It was hard work, but it was also a time of togetherness and joy.

They continue through the deep snow of the forest. The trees stand like giant guardians around them, their branches laden with thick blankets of snow, appearing as silver ghosts in the faint light.

Inge feels the cold in her fingers. It is a bitter winter, but in her heart, a warm fire of memory burns.
"I remember the long summer days in the forest, Father," she says, looking into his eyes. "The happy picnics with the family, the little berries we picked, the long walks through the woods."
Her father smiles softly. "Yes, Inge," he says. "Those were beautiful times. But time moves on, Inge. And we must go with it."

They stand on a small hill. The view stretches far over the estate. The houses lie quiet in the snow. Smoke from the chimneys rises slowly into the cold air.
Inge feels a heavy lump in her throat. She knows this is her last walk across the estate. Soon, it will be only a memory.
"I will never forget you, Father," she says, her voice quiet and sad.
Her father puts his arm around her. "Nor will I ever forget you, Inge," he says, holding her close. "You are my little girl. And you will always remain in my heart.


I Remember the Long Summer Days  (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

You can see her standing in the corner
The old woman beeing destitute
In the past she was a beauty
The old woman which wasted her live on drink

You can see him standing in the corner
The old man counting his coins
In the past he was a famous
The old man sleeping now under a bridge 

Is it fair
To disseize older people their dignity
How could you enjoy your time based on their lifework
You can see them standing in the corner
The old woman the old man
Asking for more recognition

You can see them standing in the corner
The old woman the old man
Asking for more recognition

You can see her in a shabby toilet
Dealing with drugs to survive
The failed young girl
Futureless giving up her live

You can see him on a dirty way
Offering his body to satisfy other gays
The failed young boy
Futureless throwing away his live

Is it fair
To disseize young people their future
How could you enjoy your life based on their destroyed dreams
You can see them standing in the corner
The young girls the young boys
Crying out their pain

In the Corner

Original Americana Folk-N-Roll from the Heartland. A blend of Country, Folk, Bluegrass, Gospel & Blues. 

Coming Soon (Single)

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