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Grâce au duo talentueux et à la gentillesse de Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/one-summer-night-a-reverie-with-david-dunham-guitar
et de David Dunham, https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203/one-summer-night-with-debra, j'ai pu rajouter des paroles sur leur belle musique. Un immense merci pour leur confiance.
Voix : Miorcos

Thanks to the talented duo and the kindness of Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/one-summer-night-a-reverie-with-david-dunham-guitar
and David Dunham, https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203/one-summer-night-with-debra, I was able to add some lyrics on their beautiful music. A huge thank you for their trust.
Vocal : Miorcos

Promenade vespérale

 
Un soir d’été, je me promenais
Il avait plu légèrement
Tout près de l’étang que je longeais
S’exhalaient des parfums enivrants

Un bouquet d’asphodèles frissonnaient
Sous les ailes des libellules
Une famille écureuils dinaît
Sur le gazon au crépuscule

Je marchais, mais marchais-je vraiment ?
Mes pas pleuraient miséricorde
Celle que seul le futur attend
Quand le vague à l’âme déborde

Où allais-je cet été ?
Que fuyais-je ? Que chercher ?
Questions ô combien futiles
Quand le soir nous démaquille

… je vibrais
… j’entendais
Une brise à mes oreilles
Comme une amie donne un conseil :

« Si tu dois sortir de ta maison
Pour te promener dans le soir
C’est que tu crois que vers l’horizon
Ta vie sera moins dérisoire





Si les nuages ont besoin de brise
C’est pour retrouver leur jeunesse
Et les voiles des bateaux se disent
Profitons de cette caresse »

Même l’eau de l’étang ondulait
Comme font les vagues du large
Prêtes aussi à s’envoler
Pour accompagner mon voyage

Il est des soirs incertains
Où l’on est peut-être fleur
Tapis d’eau, peut-être humain
Dans tous nos sens qui s’effleurent

… qui se fondent
… se répondent
Et d’un coup, on n’est plus rien
Qu’une tache au bout d’un chemin

Sur le tableau qu’un vieux peintre
Termine et signe.

Myckaël Marcovic, le 19 septembre.

Evening stroll

 
One summer evening, I was walking
It had rained lightly
Near the pond I was walking along
Intoxicating perfumes were exhaled

A bouquet of asphodels shivered
Under the wings of dragonflies
A family of squirrels dined
On the lawn at dusk

I was walking, but was I really walking?
My steps were crying for mercy
The one that only the future awaits
When the blues overflow

Where was I going this summer?
What was I running from? What to look for?
Questions so futile
When the evening removes our make-up

... I was vibrating
... I heard
A breeze in my ears
As a friend gives advice:

"If you must leave your house
To walk in the evening
It’s that you believe that towards the horizon 
Your life will be less paltry

If the clouds need a breeze
It is to find their youth
And the sails of the boats say
Let's enjoy this caress".

Even the water of the pond undulated
Like the waves of the sea 
Ready to take off too
To accompany my journey


There are uncertain evenings
When you’re mabybe a flower 
A carpet of water, perhaps human
In all our senses that touch each other

... that merge
... answer each other
And suddenly, we are nothing
But a spot at the end of a path

On the painting that an aged painter
Finishes and signs.

Promenade vespérale (Debra Buesking / David Dunham / Myckaël Marcovic) (Featured Miorcos)

This is that feeling you have when you're a little lost and you don't really care.  Whether you're exploring a foreign land or a new chapter in your life, most of us have been there at one point or another.

Sodium Sea

Real Eyes Realize Real Lies [Prod. ochto]

I don't feel like a farmer's son
On the road, don't know where I'm going
Want to stay somewhere that I belong but I don't feel like being anyone

And I, I'm barely getting by.

I feel the fear but I don't ever let on
And no one gets inside, not past these yellow skies
I weather day by day, never losing hope
Waiting for someone to love.

Yes I, I'm barely getting by

Trying to shed this cold stormy soul
And I can't live my life by candlelight, not anymore
All these shadows are closing in on me
Cleanse myself, my phobia in the rain

And I, I'm barely getting by.

I don't feel like a farmer's son
I take what people give me and I run
Try to justify this life that I've undone
Have I turned my back on love

Yes I, I'm barely getting by.

Farmer's Son

Rollin wit a G

Rollin wit a G (feat. Obie Trice)

Old Deer Park

Alibi

Words and music by Troy Krusenstjerna

It’s time to get in a groove
So much to improve
 In all those things you do
It’s all up to you
It’s all up to you

So get out of that mood
It’s not becoming of you
Don’t sit round feeling blue
It’s all up to you
It’s all up to you

After all this time
You got no alibi
After all this time 
This is your life

I know the world can be cruel
Stop following fools
Don’t play by the rules
It’s all about you
It’s all about you
	
	
You ask for the moon
And Gaslight me too
I’d give you a broom
Now you got something to do
Clean up the gloom


After all this time
You have no alibi
After all this time
Time to deal with your life

After all this time
Living your lies
It’s a wonder how you’ve survived

You can’t handle the truth
You like things laid out for you
It’s all part of your excuse
You keep playing the blues
So get out of that mood
Cause bring me down too
It’s really quite rude
When It’s all about you
It’s all about you

After all this time
You have no alibi
After all this time
Time to deal with your life

©2024TroyKsongs

Alibi

quick demo made in the hospital bathroom lmk 
https://linktr.ee/lilalive

ine... demo

Max XP- KingDani Produced It

wading in

moody drive thru the desert at night in a storm,written by MAGSAM BROS. vocal & bass chris magsam, lead guitar david magsam.

original tunes

THE STORM

My final hoorah!!! 52 years, I Love Rapping.. Hip Hop Don't Stop.
How I Feel Ft. AL-State… Check it out!

https://youtu.be/IDeNwA7LXx8?si=H4VmdLGKuVi6A74v

Max XP- KingDani Produced It

#Hooly Cal