Interesting title, strange but. interesting . [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

really like that bass line on this, great work

Echoes In Your Mind (Lyrics)

Son take my advice…you can turn the tide
Take a look inside, to the echoes in your mind

The sun is high and burning bright, the road is long but you're alright  

Step out of your head, face the day instead
Listen and you’ll find…the echoes in your mind

Life is only a flash in time, the night is dark before the light
The sun is high and burning bright, the road is long but you're alright  

Hard times…come around…
Hard times…come around…

Son take my advice…it’s all with your sights
Listen to what’s right…to the echoes in your mind…

Hard times…come around…
Hard times…come around…

Echoes In Your Mind

Where do I begin with this instrumental? Some may think this song was written about a lady name Rosy, when actually it's the name of my oldest guitar.   

C. 2022
All instruments by: Daniel Lars
All songs Mixed, Written, Produced, Mastered: Daniel Lars

Reality Sparks High

Rosy

https://open.spotify.com/track/7pmdEZiswZaD1T45obonMo?si=BaXgAKTYR-a4wm48N5hMMw&utm_source=copy-link

Available on all digital platforms such as Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, Deezer, Tidal, among others.

Música por Wladimir Martínez.

Nocturno N°1 Opacidad

Going to the festival and there's no one to see. 
May as well take these pills on the way in with me.
We're staying up all night cos we don't need no sleep.
No cash, no fags, no tent and nothing to eat.
Slowly were going insane.
Shane, we all know your name.

Going to the festival and there's plenty to drink. 
We didn't bring it, but who cares what they think.
Wander round all night cos you ain't going to sleep.
No bed. No bag. No phones and nothing to eat. 
Slowly, we're going insane.
Shane, we all know your name.

Three days will go by in an instant.
Five years will go by in a flash.
Your life be gone before you know it so watch out.
Get yourself to the festival 
Best of all?
Now.

Going to the festival and you don't have to think.
May as well enjoy it while your lives on the brink. 
Staying home alone's no fun with nothing to do. 
No job. No home. No bird and no one to screw.
Slowly, we were going insane.
Shane, we all know your name 

Three days will go by in an instant.
Five years will go by in a flash.
Your life be gone before you know it so watch out.
Get yourself to the festival 
Best of all?
Now.

Folk Festival

Instrumental version of the john hardman song 'Black And White'.
John Hardman - writer, producer - guitars/keys/arrangements
(c) Swamp Music UK & (p)2023 Swamp Records UK for all territories.

Black And White instrumental

Black And White instrumental - John Hardman

To Each Its Own - Grigg/Butts/Combstead

Translation above 

Texte de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
https://soundcloud.com/gaidodaniel06
Dessin de Émile Boussu (1914), mofifié

Barbe à papa

Sur des chemins de cathédrales où les hommes s’égarent, je ne distingue plus que quelques corps…    livides.
Ma main est toute moite.
L’horloge a dû sonner…
Le coq ne chante plus. On lui a coupé les ailes pour qu’il ne puisse en rien gêner le voisinage.

Le canon a tonné du haut des citadelles, là où le son des cris se hume au creux des vagues.

Je serpente des tombes à deux doigts du massacre.
Ils ont bu du vin chaud venu de l’au-delà, et j’écrasais des dogmes de mes pieds de salaud.

NE SIGNEZ PAS ! JAMAIS SUR DES LIVRES DE MESSES !

Déconnectez les portes de ces maisons faciles où l’on vous donne à boire des relents de sagesse.
La sagesse ? Eh ! mon cul ! Ça se boit à minuit avec des camarades et quelques chats complices, muets comme des carpes, roulés dans leur pelisse.
Un vrai cadeau de Dieu ? Si Dieu il y a… sans voile et sans barbe à papa…

Enfin, je mets les voiles avec vous, mes seigneurs. Je débarquerai là, sous des portes cochères pour y nourrir le Diable de quelques salaisons à crever de plaisir, et de chaînes rouillées.
Vous, qui souffrez tout seuls. Non de non, camarades !

Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 27/12/2023
Dessin de Émile Boussu (1914), mofifié

Text by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Drawing by Émile Boussu (1914), modified

Cotton candy

On cathedral roads where men go astray, I can only make out a few bodies... livid.
My hand is all sweaty.
The clock must have struck...
The rooster has stopped crowing. His wings have been clipped so he can't disturb the neighbors.

The cannon has thundered from the top of the citadels, where the sound of cries can be heard in the hollow of the waves.

I snake from the graves to the slaughter.
They drank mulled wine from beyond, and I crushed dogmas with my bastard feet.

DO NOT SIGN! NEVER ON MASS BOOKS!

Unlock the doors of those easy houses where you're fed the whiff of wisdom.
Wisdom? Eh! my ass! It's drunk at midnight with comrades and a few accomplice cats, mute as carp, rolled up in their fur.
A true gift from God? If there is a God... with no veil and no cotton candy...

At last, I set sail with you, my lords. I'll disembark there, under the porte cochere, to feed the Devil a few salted meats to burst with pleasure, and rusty chains.
You, who suffer alone. No, no, comrades!

Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 27/12/2023
Drawing by Émile Boussu (1914), modified

Barbe à papa (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

Kickstarter

Translation above
Une de mes nombreuses chansons écrites pour mes élèves.
Voix : Patrice https://soundcloud.com/patrice-mary06

Ma fenêtre
Je vois par les carreaux 
Ce que font les oiseaux : 
Quand ils quittent leur nid 
C’est qu’ils ont bien grandi.
Alors, j’ai ce désir
Qui me ferait plaisir :
Je rêve d’être ailleurs 
D’être grand et sans peur.

Refrain :
Ma fenêtre ouvre un ciel 
De rêves en ribambelle. 
Ma fenêtre m’attire
Et m’invite à partir.

Tout comme eux dans le ciel 
Un beau jour je pourrai,
En déployant mes ailes 
Comme les grands voler.
Si jamais je me perds 
Dans cette immensité, 
J’aurai comme repère 
Mon enfance passée. (refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 16 septembre 2015

One of the many songs I've written for my students.
Voices: Miorcos https://book.easyzic.com/miorcos

My window

I can see through the panes
What birds do:
When they leave their nest
It's because they've grown up.

So I have this desire
That would please me:
I dream of being somewhere else
To be big and fearless.

Chorus : 
My window opens a sky
Of dreams in ribambelle.
My window attracts me
And invites me to leave.

Like them in the sky
One day I'll be able
Spreading my wings
Like the great ones.

If ever I get lost
In this immensity,
I'll have as a landmark
My past childhood.
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, September 16, 2015

Ma fenêtre (feat. Patrice)

There Is Nothing

Rocks In My Soul

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