Nice...the guitar accompaniment on this one is really nice and the vocal harmonies are nice. You have a lovely tone to your voice, it's soothing.

Wow! The best song i’ve heared in a very long time!

beautiful sound...great guitar playing and love the tone

Beautiful song and performance. Something to be said for the production as it too adds to the mood with the creative use of panning. Yes im listening through headphones so i get the true effect

beautiful song, and wonderful production!

Mixage de la voix à l'ancienne = voix à gauche, comme au temps des Beatles. Original.

I'm Burning written by Gary Hayward, Ken Hodges, Phil Grantham, bass Jon coote, drums Gary Wharton. When you're smitten by someone and you burn to be with them. You want to hear their voice and know everything about them. When you see their face, that's it. I'm Burning the video https://youtu.be/Z_Ves84i9ks?si=Sj9WqlJVkCAcE7E9

I'm Burning

Translation above

CQFD
(chanson à récapitulation)

Pourquoi faut travailler ?
C’est la faute au pêcher
Qui s’ prend pour un pommier !
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’pécher
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Mais pour tout démêler
Il suffit de penser
C’est la faute au verger !
Si y avait pas eu d’verger / Y aurait pas eu d’pommier
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’pécher
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Mais Dieu, incorruptible,
Dit : « c’est inadmissible,
C’est la faute à la Bible ! »
Si y avait pas eu de Bible / Y aurait pas eu d’verger
Si y avait pas eu d’verger / Y aurait pas eu d’pommier
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’pécher
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

La Bible manuscrite
Sous l’encore qui s’agite
Dit : c’est la faute au scribe !
Si y avait pas eu de scribe / Y aurait pas eu de Bible
Si y avait pas eu de Bible / Y aurait pas eu d’verger
Si y avait pas eu d’verger / Y aurait pas eu d’pommier
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’pécher
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Mais l’encre sans crier
Maudit le parolier
Et sans un parolier
Y aurait pas eu d’chanson / Y aurait pas eu d’chanson (3 X)
Chanson qui tourne en rond / Chanson qui tourne en rond (2 X)
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Myckaël Marcovic, le 14 mars 2024

CQFD = Ce Qu’il Fallait Démontrer

CQFD
(recap song)

Why do we have to work?
Blame it on the peach tree
Who thinks he's an apple tree!
If there hadn't been an apple tree / There wouldn't have been a snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

But to untangle it all
Just think
It's the orchard's fault!
If there hadn't been an orchard / There wouldn't have been an apple tree
If there'd been no apple tree / There'd have been no snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

But God, incorruptible,
Says: "It's inadmissible,
It's the Bible's fault!"
If there had been no Bible / There wouldn't have been an orchard
If there'd been no orchard / There'd have been no apple tree
If there'd been no apple tree / There'd have been no snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

The handwritten Bible
Under the agitated still
Says: it's the scribe's fault!
If there had been no scribe / There would have been no Bible
If there'd been no Bible / There'd have been no orchard
If there'd been no orchard / There'd have been no apple tree
If there'd been no apple tree / There'd have been no snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

But ink without shouting
Curses the lyricist
And without a lyricist
There wouldn't have been a song / There wouldn't have been a song (3 X)
A song that goes round and round / Song that goes round and round (2 X)
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Myckaël Marcovic, March 14, 2024

CQFD = Ce Qu'il Fallait Démontrer = What had to be demonstrated

CQFD

Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet https://soundcloud.com/christian-portet

En dessous du toit

En dessous du toit
Y a toi et moi
Et on vit là
Depuis des mois
En dessous du toit
Y a un piano
Qu’est fait pour tes doigts
Qui joue jamais faux

Refrain :
En dessous du toit
Y a toi et moi
Et c’est si bon
D’oublier les saisons

En dessous du toit
Sur ce piano
Qui a vu d’autres doigts
Pleurer leurs émois
En dessous du toit
Y a toi qui joue
Moi qui t’écoute
Jusqu’au bout
 (refrain)

En dessous du toit
Y a un pauvre hère
Qui est comme moi
Qui n’sait rien faire
En dessous du toit
Quand ça va pas
On regarde en dessous
Tous les autres fous

Refrain :
En dessous du toit
Y a toi et moi
Et c’est si bon
D’oublier les saisons
Et c’est si bon 
D’oublier les saisons

Paroles de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 30 mars 2024


With text by Christian Portet https://www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage

Under the roof

Under the roof
There's you and me
And we've been living there
For months now
Under the roof
There's a piano
Made for your fingers
That never plays out of tune

Refrain :
En dessous du toit
There's you and me
And it's so good
To forget the seasons

Under the roof
On this piano
That has seen other fingers
Cry out their emotions
Under the roof
There's you playing
I listen to you
Till the end
 (refrain)

Under the roof
There's a poor wretch
Who's like me
Can't do a thing
Under the roof
When the going gets tough
We look underneath
All the other fools

Refrain :
Under the roof
There's you and me
And it's so good
To forget the seasons
And it's so good 
To forget the seasons

Words by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, March 30, 2024

En dessous du toit (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic)

Rare Elements’ second single of the year 2024 offers dark and energetic alt hard rock with synth-infused distorted guitars and deep vocal.

Eternal Return

Mir Bredberg Weber: Main vocal/piano/composer
Henrik Nybo: Resonator guitar
Palle Hjort: Accordion
Fran Breen: Drums
Paul Bushnell: Bas
Dave Hennessy: Tamburine

Lone Rider

Mortify Us  (Bach)

'Where English Roses Grow' by British singer-songwriter These Guitars Say Sorry. This acoustic track is the latest addition to his forthcoming album, reminiscent of artists like Sufjan Stevens, Elliot Smith, and Mitski. 

LYRICS 

Was it my tone or something I said
I'm another year older, sometimes I forget
I am over familiar I can be shy
Sometimes I have answers
Sometimes I ask why

There's a corner of some distant land
where English roses grow
If home is where the heart is
Perhaps it's time to go

It seems the more I understand
The less that I believe
If I should speak out of turn
Please forgive me, please forgive me

I know that I asked once
And you answered me twice
I inquired for a third time
Because I'm polite

I'm sure that you heard me
Cos you said it was true
But changing your mind
Is not something you do

There's a corner of some distant land
Where English roses grow
And if home is where the heart is
Perhaps it's time to go

It seems the more I understand
The less that I believe
If I should speak out of turn
Please forgive me, please forgive me

Seems like we've everything in common
Except for our words
The fact that you're standing here with me
Is only making it worse
On a cold day, 
I pray, that the storm will wash me away
To a quiet place, 
Somewhere I know, 
Somewhere I can stay

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Where English Roses Grow - These Guitars Say Sorry (Acoustic Singer-Songwriter)

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In Between

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
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Artwork by Robbie

Lyrics:

Frosted in the fear, naked under drifts of cold imagining,
Though the dawn is near, tasting something pulsing near the heart,
It’s as the mother told her son, and in this they breathed as one.
And in this they breathed as one.

Darkened from the day, how small is the castaway,
Snaking through the snow, false fantasies refuse to go.
It’s what the mother gave her son,
And in this they feared as one.
And in this they feared as one.  Ahhhh.

Silent invocation of the sun; here hope has begun.
Melt through crystals in the heart,
Fill the belly with light, bring close to the night.
It’s how the mother aids her son,
And in this they breath as one,
And in this they breath as one. Oooh

Thaw the frost and grey, bold, bold is the castaway,
Turn to face the day, rise, rise now and walk away.
It’s as the mother told her son,
And in this they breathed as one.
And in this they breathed as one.

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