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..:: THE INVOLVEMENT ::..
..:: Into The Outmosphere ::..

Can You Tell Me What A Victim Is?
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i hit the town on succubus street
down on my luck
stuck on repeat
i don’t know where
or how i want to be
i gave it all to you
with nothing left for me
how dumb could i possibly be
i saw what i wanted to see

i could be wrong
but i know i am right
so hear my song
its the way that i fight
you play your game
you don’t care if it’s right
and i’ll never be the same
its a sham, fuck it all
i woke up and see through it all
yea, i don’t give a fuck at all

you always take take take
until you burn it away
you know your fake fake fake
you always have it your way
how many times will i try
to see the truth is a lie
have fun in hell
i broke the spell
you were never a friend
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JOHN <> drums . guitar . vocals . lyrics . composition
RUBY <> lyrics . composition

mixing and mastering : johncruess@gmail.com

Into The Outmosphere

Can You Tell Me What A Victim Is?

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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

One of my first collaborations at a studio in the good ole days.

Honey I'm Home (c)Vintage Linda Roland / Lydialight From the Vault

A jokey tune about a journey with some odd characters

Easy Train

Flashback is an 80s style Rock Instrumental

This is a collaboration we did with Vito and Tony who are great musicians and great people!

We share a passion for the sound of the 80s

If you like Van Halen and Michael Schenker, you'll love this!

released December 2, 2022
Mariosyjp (Composition, Guitars, Bass, Mixing, Mastering)
Vito Amato (Composition, Keyboards)
Tony Wolsey (Composition, Drums)

Flashback

Relaxing Music 
Artist: Masakazu Anai - Synthesizers, keyboards
Website https://www.2201records.com/pfs
Download of relaxing music here:https://primitivefootsteps.bandcamp.com/

© 2201 Records
All Rights Reserved

Peacock

Beauty Of Life

A song about always returning to the same person you love..

LYRICS:

Raindrop, full stop
but we go forward
Finish last, failure
It comes towards us
Total flop, camera stop
so I can be gorgeous

I'll do it all for you
if I can get the reward first

Water, fire, hurricane
Whatever turns the wheels or strains the sail
moves me on again but I come back and
know that every route I think is new
Every win that I accrue
Every prayer I ever send
You will always be my end
You will always be my end

Brain blocked, heart locked
no one gets cured
How much more can we endure?
Finish first, final verse
Memory obscured
Where can we sell what we procure?
Til we drop, make it stop
so I can be rescued
Save me from this new hell and
I'll do it all for you
I'll do it all for you
So you can get the reward first

Water, fire, hurricane
Whatever turns the wheels or strains the sail
moves me on again but I come back and
know that every route I think is new
Every win that I accrue
Every prayer I ever send
You will always be my end
You will always be my end

You will always be my end
I'll do it all for you
You will always be my end
I'll do it all for you

Turn the Wheels

At times it may seem as though our hearts are made of glass. But even when the floor is littered with shattered pieces of ourselves, we must recognize our own strength and not discard the pieces but through courage and resilience, pick them up and transform what once was fragile into something that can never be broken again.

glass

Covid Patch

Poor soul without a place to call home
plagued by the nagging echoes of the past you've disowned.
Poor soul all alone in the cold
with a drug-addled vision of the future you've sold.

Be in the world but not of the world.

Poor soul working day after day
with all of your worries and those debts to pay.
Poor soul, lines on your face and your hands
reflect the endless procession of mundane demands.

Be in the world but not of the world.

Rise above or fall below...

Poor soul with all your money and power
with your meager view of the world you devour.
Poor soul with all your status and fame,
with the hidden hurts of an ego inflamed.

Be in the world but not of the world.

Rise above or fall below...

Rise Above or Fall Below

Rise Above

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10.7.22 - Another six song EP is on the way! The pre-release is to the left over there titled "mindsauce". Hope you enjoy the tunes! Expect another release very soon!

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