This song is like nothing I have heard from you guys before. It feels very fresh. The overall atmosphere is your color, but with more depth than before, and the song as a whole is very complete. It is a wonderful piece of work!

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Very well played. Interesting mixture of styles and a beautiful guitar. Well done

Excellent composition and fantastic guitar!

What if... 
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G.B.C. - Waste Deep

Second folk song uploaded. Hope you will enjoy

Darkened Days

Through The Clouds II

Карлик

Lyrics:

It's not so easy to make me lonely
It's not so easy to make me cry
Take your tricks and games and throw them out the window for now
I've got irons in the fire - put you on the back burner

You looked so fragile, looked so pale
Sweat on your brow, your hair a charming mess
Your eyes were kind but dazed

Clouded judgement inspires affection, inspires respect, inspires trust
Your eyes were dazed
This time I'll keep my sense, I'll keep my pride, I'll keep my distance
But you looked so fragile, looked so pale 

(Backing vocal, freely quoting "Blue/Violet Light": No turning back, your reflection fair
Your shadow music, vibrating in dull light
My vision blurry, your image blurry
Caught in a Timelapse in dull light)

It's not so easy to make me lonely
It's not so easy to make me cry
Take your tricks and games and throw them out the window for now
I've got irons in the fire - put you on the back burner

Easy (original version)

ALONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS. ACOUSTIC GUITARS & SYNTHS
TOBIAS GONZALEZ: PIANO
MRS A: VOCALS

ISLAND

Waves of solitude crash against my soul
While winds of hope carry me away to my dreams
I´ll thank the sun for giving our smiles
I´ll thank the moon for keeping safe our dreams

While waves of loneliness surround me
Making me become an island
My music drags me to fly towards the infinite dream

I don´t have frontiers, I have no fears, I´m without tears
I may be an island, but I´m free
I will fly but won´t be seen, I will love and be felt

My cage of time is broken, my space disappears
No longer asking for freedom, because I´m free

Uhhh
Give me your hand
And we´ll fly to my island
Give me your smile, and I´ll show you freedom
Show me your soul, and I´ll give you love

Our frontiers are gone, we have no fears, our tears have dried
We may be islands, and be free
While we fly in our dreams, we became memories of love

Our cages of time are open, our spaces are gone
No longer asking for freedom, we became the infinite dream!

ISLAND (Alfonso Llorente)

Track 4  My Good Father
Genre : Folk 
Composer : Karl Heimgartner ( 08.06.2022 ) ©
Lyrics : Karl Heimgartner
Artist : Karl Heinz – Heimgartner
contributors: Andy Steinbeck from Switzerland  ( Harmonica )
Language : English 


My Good Father - And Andy Steinbeck

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/arc-en-ciel
Translation above.

Texte et voix : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Accompagnement musical : Myckaël Marcovic

Arc-en ciel
Si c'était à recommencer, je voudrais être ce gamin qui court et qui danse sur les galets de la plage en dessous du trottoir de la promenade des Anglais à Nice-Ville. Ce gamin qui descend sur le chemin de l'école, son cartable à la main et ses billes arc-en-ciel dans ses poches, prêt à en découdre avec ses petits camarades dans la cour de l'école où toutes leurs richesses, toutes ces billes qui sautent et tombent tout autour des arbres de la cour du temps jadis, avec l'ami Coco. 
Si c'était à recommencer, à pas comptés, je claquerais le même chemin sur les pavés de ce vieux Nice ranssousse et plein de bruits bizarres sur ce marché multicolore, revoir Mireille, sa socca d'amour bien pébraté bien poivrée, servie d'un bon rosé bien frais. 
Si c'était à recommencer je dirais à tous mes camarades auteurs et compositeurs et bien d’autres encore, que je repartirais de nouveau pour un grand tour. Et roule ma sono sur les pavés gris-¬bleu au hasard de quelques allées embuées par ces buveurs de pastagas, cigarillos au bec qui se donneraient pour un quignon de soleil et quelques roses rouges sur des lèvres carnin. 
Si c'était à recommencer, je chanterais pour des caveaux de familles pour ces vieilles cancanières de bénitier, pour ce petit garçon qui sonnait les cloches de l'église et pissait avec ses copains dans les bénitiers d'eau de pluie. 
Oui Madame, oui Monsieur, je suis un coquin du Diable qui court encore comme Hopper sur le sable de San Pedro. Ce Hopper qui cherche d'où vient le vent de pluie.  
Si c'était à recommencer, donnez-moi un micro pour chanter vos chansons et les miennes z'aussi. 
Il ne faudra jamais parler de nos secrets, de nos poèmes de cœur, de nos amours cachées, de nos espoirs ratés.
On avait du talent, on était magnifique. Alors, moi le petit Niçois, je ne regrette rien ! 

Rainbow

If I had to do it all over again, I'd want to be that kid running and dancing on the pebbles of the beach below the sidewalk of the Promenade des Anglais in Nice-Ville. That kid on his way to school, his schoolbag in his hand and his rainbow marbles in his pockets, ready to do battle with his little friends in the school playground, where all their riches, all those marbles jumping and falling all around the trees in the playground of yesteryear, with friend Coco. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd walk the same old path over the cobblestones of old Nice, full of strange noises and multicolored markets, and see Mireille again, with her peppery socca d'amour, served with a nice chilled rosé. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd tell all my fellow songwriters and composers, and many others besides, that I'd go on another grand tour. And roll my sound system over the grey-blue cobblestones as I wander down a few aisles fogged by pastaga-drinkers, cigarillos in their mouths, who'd give it all up for a quignon of sunshine and a few red roses on carninous lips. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd be singing for family vaults, for those old stoup gossipers, for that little boy who rang church bells and pissed in the rainwater stoup with his pals.
If you had to do it all over again, give me a microphone to sing your songs and mine too. 
We'll never have to talk about our secrets, our heartfelt poems, our hidden loves, our failed hopes.
We were talented, we were magnificent. So I, the little boy from Nice, regret nothing!

Arc-en-ciel (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

Me jamming on buddy 5 string bass and a k2000

Jazzjam - You're here

Eight instrumentals, one conversation with the history of riff music. Wordless Uprising channels the DNA of landmark rock, metal, and punk—without quoting melodies or leaning on nostalgia. Across these tracks you’ll hear cathedral-weight doom, Bay Area speed and precision, twin-lead heroics, scarlet-streaked thrash, downstroke punk urgency, dockside dub space, quiet-loud grunge abrasion, and swaggering blues-rock shuffle. Guitars growl and shimmer, bass lines gallop and lurch, drums breathe in wide rooms, and tape echo/feedback etches halos in the negative space. No vocals—just arrangements that speak for themselves: themes that return with new scars, sections that expand instead of fade, and grooves that invite you to turn the volume past comfortable. It’s a tribute to the spirit rather than the letter, crafted for headphones at midnight and loud rooms after. Riffs as language, dynamics as grammar—an uprising told without a single word.

Cathedral of Iron

Jim Robinson and Mark Butler are both Army veterans, and the founding guitarists of the ‘90’s metal band Spectre.   Today they are professionals who spend their limited free time collaborating on new music from their respective homes in the Midwest and the Lone Star State.  Keystone Studios is their online playground, an ideal virtual location to exchange their ideas and create inspiring and positive-vibe metal music.   No doom and gloom here - just high octane tunage.  They believe that life is too precious and too short to waste focusing on the negative.  Buckle up and enjoy the ride!

Through The Clouds II

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