writing a cute, french/english love song for my hopeless romantic self<333

Lyrics:

Je t’aime, Marcy.
Tu es tout pour moi.
Je suis tout a toi.
You stand there waiting.

Follow me and I’ll follow you.
I don’t what I’m going to do
Sans toi. x2

Mon amour, you cry to me.
I’ll comfort you 
Wipe your tears away.
I’m not leaving today.

Oooo, oo, oo, oo, oooo x2

Follow me and I’ll follow you.
I don’t what I’m going to do
Sans toi. x2
Sans toi.

Translation:
I love you, Marcy.
You’re everything to me.
I am all yours.
You stand there waiting.

Follow me and I’ll follow you.
I don’t know what I’m going to do
Without you x2

My love, you cry to me.
I’ll comfort you 
Wipe your tears away.
I’m not leaving today.

Oooo, oo, oo, oo, oooo x2

Follow me and I’ll follow you.
I don’t what I’m going to do
Without you.x2
Without you.

marcy-demo

I write songs about my cats and other stories throughout my life.
(he/they)

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I sit in my bedroom and make music now and again.

Songs from the edge of somewhere. A place that doesn’t announce itself. You step in and can’t tell if you’ve walked into a protest, a party, or the end of something.

Conil’s music comes from the blues and from the life that followed it. A voice marked by the places it’s been.

People heard it early.
Danny Thompson said, “You don’t sound like anyone else.”
Tchad Blake still plays Strange Part of the Country.
Peter Green walked into the studio one afternoon and cut a track.

The record didn’t arrive with noise. It surfaced—four stars in Q Magazine, a Blues Matters cover, a single reaching number three on the U.S. Alternative Radio Chart.

The early years were England. Then came New Orleans, New York, Berlin, the Himalayas, Kilimanjaro.

The second album is close now. Marc Ribot on guitar. Danny Thompson’s final sessions. Tchad Blake in Wales.

Some things reveal themselves only at the end.

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marcy-demo

deathbed(regulus on venus)