Name: They Tell Me by Mayonnaise
Duration: 3 min 9 s
Description: This album was written, produced, mixed and mastered by me! It's mainly guitar based but some of the songs have piano and synth (and sometimes even trumpet) layers! I recommend listening the whole way through as it is ordered somewhat as a journey.

Really cool vocals and nice sound overall

Nice songwriting and very good performance. I liked this unique vibes with very good vocals and mix

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(Translation above)
Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle, immense parolier français, avec pour double thème : "Mamifestations" et "En surfant sur un mirage".
En hommage à Georges Brassens.

Mamifestations

En mars, au premier dimanche
Alors qu’il faisait frisquet
Rue des Gaules défilait
Un flot de mamies étranges
Pour la fête des grand-mères
Ell’s marchaient à moitié nues
Quell’ moitié était vêtue ?
Au choix de leur hémisphère !

Ah ! ces mamies
Ah ! ces fesses
Ah ! ces mamifestations !

Je voyais aux banderoles
Des slogans vindicatifs
Et des dessins suggestifs
Qu’on n’apprend pas à l’école
L’armée de gants de toilettes
Et de fesses amollies
Avait pour tout alibi
D’être encor’ apt’s aux courbettes
(ref)

Ell’s réclamaient sans vergogne
En rejetant l’air glaciair’
De pouvoir chauffer leur chair
De tout objet dans leur pogne
J’ pense à la cann’  de grand-mère
À la crosse en form’ de C
En train d’ranimer l’ point G
Et l’ point O de son derrière
 (ref)

Mais le faire avec l’arthrose
Ça fatigue les poignets
Et peut laisser par excès
Quelques plaies ou ecchymoses
Petits-enfants, pour offrandes
Laissez fleurs et chocolats
Offrez pour leur nirvana
Un gode à télécommande
(ref)

Mais pardonnez ces images
Dues à la consommation
De psychotropes qui m’ont
Fait surfer sur un mirage.

Salles manies
Manifestes
Salles manifestations !

Myckaël Marcovic, le 28 octobre 2021

Song written in the framework of the writing workshops of Claude Lemesle, immense French lyricist, with for double theme : "Mamifestations" and "En surfant sur un mirage".
In tribute to Georges Brassens.

Mamifestations

In March, on the first Sunday
While it was chilly
Rue des Gaules paraded
A stream of strange grannies
For the grandmother's day
They walked half naked
Which half was dressed?
To the choice of their hemisphere!

Ah ! these grannies
Ah! these buttocks
Ah ! these mamifestations !

I saw in the banners
Vindictive slogans
And suggestive drawings
That we don't learn at school
The army of toilet gloves
And softened buttocks
Had for all alibi
To be still apt to the bows
(ref)

They shamelessly claimed
By refusing the cold air
To be able to heat their flesh
Of any object in their fist
I think of grandma's cane
With the C-shaped stick
Reanimating the G-spot
And the O point of her butt
 (ref)

But doing it with arthritis
It tires the wrists
And can leave by excess
Some wounds or bruises
Grandchildren, for offerings
Leave flowers and chocolates
Offer for their nirvana
A remote control dildo
(ref)

But forgive these images
Due to the consumption
Of psychotropic drugs that made me
Made me surf on a mirage.

Bad manners
Obvious
Bad manifestations !

Myckaël Marcovic, October 28, 2021

Mamifestations

"Dinner Chats: Together" 
Music composed by Dika Chartoff. 
Performed by Clare Longendyke and Amir Farid. 
Mostly Modern Festival in Saratoga Springs at the Arthur Zankel Hall, Summer 2022
Video of Dinner Chats https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ol1xFzLd-3I
Copyright 2022 ASCAP

Together

inspiriert von Jamsesions mit dem Gitarristen Gernot Nuss, leider ist aus der Zusammenarbeit damals nichts geworden - Diesen Song will ich euch aber trotzdem nicht vorenthalten 😉

Tide - Maria Wach

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

Delirious

Daughter Of The Seventh Sun

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This album was written, produced, mixed and mastered by me! It's mainly guitar based but some of the songs have piano and synth (and sometimes even trumpet) layers! I recommend listening the whole way through as it is ordered somewhat as a journey.

They Tell Me

A gentle soothing composition for harpsichord cello and contrabass full of sadness and yet also innocently happy, like looking out of a window on a rainy day.

Baroque

Sublime (Acoustic) written, composed and produced by Chris Browne BrowneProject - Hat Man Can LTD Records all rights reserved made in England. Download via my BandCamp music page today - https://browneproject.bandcamp.com/track/sublime-acoustic

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Sublime (Acoustic)

It's so easy to get caught up in the pain of things that have happened. We spend so much time in survival mode that we can miss when happier times arrive. Yes, the song is a metaphor but if you enjoy it in a more literal way, that's great too!

Lyrics
Hello Bluebird!
Are you ready to sing?
You made it through winter.
Can't you see that it's spring?
You were left behind.
Hungry and cold.
You survived rain storms,
That turned into snow.
Hello Bluebird
Don't you give up now.
In the darkness you were scared.
You felt that no one saw or cared.
Marked with scars that tell your tale.
But you’re beautiful, my little bird.
Oh, my gentle one,
The joy you bring.
Your warmth never left you.
Though the frost left its sting.
You are so brave.
You did so well.
You fought off the serpents.
I know you went through hell.
You’re safe my darling.
You can let your hope swell.
In the darkness you were scared.
You knew that no one saw or cared.
Marked with scars that tell your tale.
Oh, but you’re beautiful my little bird.
Hello my bluebird.
Get ready to sing!
The world needs your heart song.
Now go and take wing.

Hello Bluebird

A 48 hr write, record, release. Still a work in progress. 
Lyrics
I made you sunshine
and my world in one.
Every thought led back to you and
all others I shunned.
But you filled life with lies
and you the webs you spun.
Illusion gave way to the truth 
and I knew we were done.
(Chorus)
Am I now worthless?
Unlovable?
I tied my worth back to your love 
that went dark and cold.

My shattered heart
I foolishly gave to you.
Was a broken girl and I 
thought you were my glue.

(Chorus)

I won't build a life with a man made of tin.
Won't cling to a love that will change with the wind.
Better alone than play a game I can't win.

'Cause I'm not worthless
or unlovable.
Won't tie my worth to a love
that can go dark and cold.
I'm more than you know.
I'm more than you know.
I'm more than I know.
Now I will grow.
I will grow.
I will grow.

Worthless

Written: 2014
Duration: 8'
Text by David Cote
Instrumentation: mixed SATB choir (a cappella with occasional divisis, SSAATBB; 4 alarm clocks suggested, see score for additional details)
Publisher: Bill Holab Music: http://www.billholabmusic.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=103_137&products_id=2666
For More Information, text, and link to an online perusal score: https://robertpaterson.com/snow-day

PROGRAM NOTE
The ideas in Snow Day were suggested by students in the Pelham Memorial High School Choir in Pelham, NY. The piece outlines a typical, hectic week in the life of teenagers. My lyricist David Cote and I spent time sifting through various comments from the choral members, and we eventually settled on a few key ideas that seemed to work well together and that helped to create a sort of encapsulated, dramatic narrative. Snow Day was commissioned by the Pelham Memorial High School Choir, Maria Abeshouse, Director.

Eternal Reflections

Snow Day (for SATB Choir)

Hey! I'm an lgbt singer-songwriter who specialises in indie-pop, and i mainly write break-up songs :)
I’m on all streaming platforms (including spotify, apple music, deezer, and youtube music) under the name "Mayonnaise", although you have to search up a song name, e.g. "Mayonnaise Breaking The Borderline" for me to show up.

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