Great work man! Admire your creations \m/

Great song. I feel like I'm soaring through space and into the unknown. Fantastisch

Diiiggin the build and the aural effect overall.  Rock on!

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The Battel Is Over/ Epic/ Sad / Orchestral / Movie soundtrack /Score ( Prod.and Composed by Maxphony )

The Battle Is Over / Epic sad Orchestral  Sounstrack Score  ( Prod.and Composed Nomax )

Here is Titanium, the third and final Single in the lead up to my debut EP. Hope you enjoy.

Covers EP out 7th April!

Titanium

An Astronaut's Tale

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Something Special

GORGO & TANGO

Giorni trascorsi rivolto nel fango
il freddo scalfisce la pelle vissuta
la sua voce affonda nell'indifferenza
ritenuto sporco, quasi un esser di troppo

La vita che sfugge velocemente
prima di gustarne a fondo il piacere
un colpo di polso, baglior di pugnale
dichiarano Gorgo
martire maiale

Se c'è un sentimento 
Non capisco il senso
di questo mondo che gira in un cerchio
di fuoco sbiadito, l' umanità

Echi lontani di terre africane
nel bianco rumore di un laboratorio
senza una madre, senza un abbraccio
un mesto destino attende ormai Tango

Se c'è un sentimento 
Non capisco il senso
di questa terra in cui regna il sonno
per farsi beffe di chi non è un re

A concludere questa storia
sono io coi miei bisogni
necessità, libero arbitrio
ho reso il mondo un vero schifo
La corsa è senza fine
Si deve andare avanti
l'orango ed il maiale in fondo
sembran solo degli avanzi

Gorgo & Tango

LYRICS

I'd give your pretty head a little shake.
Cos maybe i'm not such a fool.
Ah now, you're out there hanging with the super freaks.
The ones who abhorred you at school. 

There's no reason to be this excited by.
Oh, it's only some shit up your nose.
You look in the mirror from your pallid eyes.
Good lookers never give you a rose. 

The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
They get it for free.
The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
Come get it with me. 

Overestimating your thinking time.
It's seconds not the years that you thought.
The days that you gave in waiting on the line.
Can't count all the shit that you bought. 

Perfecting a lazy impression of.
The dandiest man on the town.
Might fool all the others with your dirty clothes.
Someday everybody comes down. 

The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
They get it for free.
The birds and the bees,
Oh the cows and the trees,
They get it for free.
The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
Come get it with me. 

You think you'll have it down
your nose at us.
Now that it bleeds take a pass.
The wolf is laying right there in your grandma's bed.
My girl what big teeth that he has. 

I'd give your pretty head a little shake.
Cos maybe we're not such a fool.
Ah now, you're out there hanging with the super freaks.
The ones who abhorred you at school. 

The cows in the fields,
Oh they get if for free,
They get it for free.
The birds and the bees,
Oh the cows and the trees,
They get it for free.
The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
Come get it with me.


Cows (Get it)

Bit like Jack White jamming on Sabbath in a rave club perhaps?

Delirious

A Million Skies

Translation above.

Sur le magnifique texte de Lucien Corma, un excellent auteur que je viens de découvrir.
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic

Oublié

Une carte postale aux couleurs effacées
Envoyée par quelqu’un que je ne connais pas
Me dit que tout va bien, que tout est beau là-bas
Dans ce pays lointain que j’avais oublié

Seul dans cette maison où j’essaie de trouver
Un souvenir de moi un objet familier
Je ne vois sur les murs dans des cadres dorés
Que de fiers étrangers à jamais oubliés

Refrain
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
Oublié ton rire emporté par le vent
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
J’ai oublié ce que je savais de toi

Je suis parti un jour tout habillé de blanc
Je ne me souviens plus si quelqu’un m’attendait
La ville s’éloignait au bout des rails tremblants
J’ai laissé sur le quai un visage oublié

Tous ces gens que je croise à la tombée du soir
Ne savent pas qu’un jour moi aussi je nageais
Dans des eaux bien plus bleues que leur ciel de boulevard
Mais la plage est si loin qu’on l’a tous oubliée
(refrain)

La fraîcheur du matin engourdissait le port
Où le bateaux dansaient avec leurs ventres pleins
Le zigzag de ma vie s’échouait sur le corps
D’une sirène blonde qui me tendait la main

Dans un bar où dansaient des marins enfiévrés
Des filles à moitié nues montraient des dents de loups
Et leurs baisers brûlants me parfumaient le cou
M’emportaient hors du temps, me faisaient oublier
(refrain)
Oublier…

Un voyageur qui part, un autre qui revient
Se croisent sur le quai d’une gare endormie
Partir, puis revenir un jour au même point
Un soir au même point sur le i d’une vie

Paroles de Lucien Corma
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 31 janvier 2023

On the text of Lucien Corma, an excellent author that I have just discovered.
Music and voice : Myckaël Marcovic

Forgotten

A postcard with faded colors
Sent by someone I don't know
Telling me that all is well, that all is beautiful there
In this distant country that I had forgotten

Alone in this house where I try to find
A memory of me a familiar object
I see on the walls in golden frames
Only proud strangers forever forgotten

Refrain
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
Forgotten your laughter carried by the wind
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
I have forgotten what I knew of you

I left one day all dressed in white
I don't remember if anyone was waiting for me
The city was moving away at the end of the trembling rails
I left a forgotten face on the platform

All these people that I pass at nightfall
Do not know that one day I too was swimming
In waters much bluer than their sky of boulevard
But the beach is so far that we all forgot it
(refrain)

The freshness of the morning numbed the port
Where the boats danced with their full bellies
The zigzag of my life ran aground on the body
Of a blond mermaid who held out her hand to me

In a bar where fevered sailors danced
Half-naked girls were showing wolves' teeth
And their burning kisses perfumed my neck
Carried me out of time, made me forget
(refrain)
To forget...

A traveler who leaves, another who returns
Cross themselves on the platform of a sleeping station
To leave, then to return one day to the same point
One evening at the same point on the i of a life

Words by Lucien Corma
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 31 January 2023

Oublié (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

A musical sketch to accompany original artwork by Nedyalko Delchev.

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