I love this part so much!!!! Such a jam fr, I'm definitely going to be chillin to this <3 Keep it up!!!!!

A synth travel , very different but in a good way 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Real 'bouncy' upbeat song. Love the growling bass line and snare / kick hits and rhythm. This is a FUN song with great sing-along melodies. I like the change in feel towards the end. Well produced with good instrument clarity, imaging and dynamics. √√√√

Nice atmosphere in this tune. Keep up the good job!

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Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle, immense parolier français, avec pour : 
1er thème : clavier neuf et vieux cahier
2e thème : Mme Mangouste et M. Cobra

Mots imposés : de 1 à 5 syllabes
Gel (ou gèle) – Gilet – Cléopâtre – wagon-citerne - archéoptéryx

Song written in the framework of the writing workshops of Claude Lemesle, huge French lyricist, with for 1st theme : new keyboard and old notebook
2nd theme : Mrs Mongoose and Mr Cobra

Mandatory words : from 1 to 5 syllables
Gel (or freeze) - Gilet - Cleopatra - tank car - archaeopteryx

La Myope et la Beauté

Un jour que je spleenais dans un train sans saveur,
Je vis, sur un des sièges, un vieux cahier laissé
Peut-être par un scribe en ce siècle égaré ;
Et ce wagon si terne a repris des couleurs.

Voici donc, sans mentir, ce qui était écrit :
La reine Cléopâtre avait une mangouste
Comme unique animal de douce compagnie
Plus chaude, s’il en est, qu’une froide langouste.

Mais Madame Mangouste, hormis d’être une flèche,
Beaucoup plus qu’une taupe, était tout à fait myope.
Dédaignant les lunettes, elle était sur la brèche
Comme va le montrer cette suite interlope.

À travers ses faux cils, la reine un soir contait 
La passionnante vie des archéoptéryx
Au petit Césarion qui, de loin, préférait
À ces récits barbants, les BD d’Astérix.

Mais c’était sans compter sa mangouste bigleuse
Qui confondit le haut de son royal diadème
Avec un vrai cobra d’une âme belliqueuse
À la gueule affamée comme après un carême !

Son grand cœur sur la patte, il fallait la sauver.
Agile, elle sauta, mais glissa sur le gel
Dont dame Cléopâtre à l’excès tartinait
Ses longs cheveux bouclés pour rester toujours belle.

Le mortifère croc mordit le cou d’albâtre
D’où, sur le marbre froid, tout le sang a gilé .
C’est ainsi que mourut la belle Cléopâtre
Par cause de myopie et d’excès de beauté.

J’ai voulu, en hommage au scribe sans délai,
Dans cette page où mon clavier neuf a serti
La copie rapportée dans ces quelques couplets
Offrir la vérité d’une histoire inouïe.

Myckaël Marcovic, le 10 décembre 2021

The Myopic and the Beauty

One day I was spleen in a train without flavor,
I saw, on one of the seats, an old notebook left
Perhaps by a scribe in this lost century;
And this so dull car took again colors.

Here then, without lying, was what was written:
Queen Cleopatra had a mongoose
As the only animal of sweet company
Hotter, if it is, than a cold lobster.

But Mrs. Mongoose, apart from being an arrow,
Much more than a mole, was quite short-sighted.
Disdaining glasses, she was on the alert
As this interloping suite will show.

Through her false eyelashes, the queen one evening told 
The fascinating life of the archaeopteryx
To little Caesarion who, by far, preferred
Asterix comics to these boring tales.

But it was without counting his mongoose
Who mistook the top of his royal tiara
With a real cobra of a warlike soul
With a mouth as hungry as after Lent!

Her big heart on her paw, it was necessary to save her.
Agile, she jumped, but slipped on the gel
With which Lady Cleopatra spread her long curly hair
Her long curly hair to remain always beautiful.

The deadly fang bit the alabaster neck
From which, on the cold marble, all the blood gelled.
It is thus that died the beautiful Cleopatra
Because of myopia and excess of beauty.

I wanted, in homage to the scribe without delay,
In this page where my new keyboard has set
The copy reported in these few verses
To offer the truth of an unheard story.

Myckaël Marcovic, December 10, 2021

La Myope et la Beauté

Fantasy

In My Head

Sky spitting can’t decide what it wants to do
I wish it would just open up and pour down on me
At least to stop the wipers squeaking across the windshield
intermittent wipers keep streaking across the windshield

I’m driving in the dark 
away from my one time home
Wondering if and when
We will all be together again

And we can see that life is balanced
So precariously
And when it comes to tomorrows,
There is no guarantee

And sometimes from the edge
There is a beautiful, beautiful view
If the fear of falling 
doesn’t have to tight a hold on you

And sometimes from the edge
There is a beautiful, beautiful view
If the fear of falling 
doesn’t have to tight a hold on you

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View From the Edge

Plastic Life

Chorus:
Time will not heal my wounds,
I'm crippled by you
Where are you, our eternity?
I'm waiting to meet you

Verse 1
There's nothing more I can do
I'll put my arm around your shoulders 
There's still hope
And I want to see summer.

Couplet 2.
I'll be gone, I'm just a moment in your life
But we'll meet again in your dreams, just remember me.
Trust me

Eternity won't understand us
Eternity doesn't want to help us

Время не залечит (Time won't heal)

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I Know You

CO-PRODUCED BY MASEN FREE

Old Song brought into the new- a bit of karen carpenter vocals overlaying some original free flow spoken word with some deep sexy bass

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Late Night

It' been over 200 years since the bombs dropped. Life is different when you're born in the wasteland. Everyday is an adventure.

Image cred - https://www.deviantart.com/emortal982/art/NCR-Ranger-545230665

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Born in the Wasteland

You left me again baby
Lookin for someone new
You left me again baby
All alone and feelin blue

Tommorrow comes the workday yeah
Pushed around by the man
But if you come on home baby
I'll make it Lord if I can

Tryin so hard to keep away
Pushin to stay alive
Help me baby
Help me baby

Runnin your life away baby
Tryin to find your place
You left your soul by the road girl
You didn't need it anyway

Your evil mind can't undertake
The thoughts to put things right
You live in bed
You'll die alone
Life runnin just ain't right

Tryin so hard to keep away
Pushin to stay alive
Goodbye baby
Goodbye baby

You left me again baby
Lookin for someone new
You left me again baby
All alone and feelin blue

Tomorrow comes the workday yeah
Pushed around by the man
But if you come on home baby
I'll make it Lord if I can

Tryin so hard to keep away
Pushin to stay alive
Help me baby
Help me baby

Left Me Again

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