No Words

Blue Smoke

Buddha Is Not A Stone

My Soul .. Love Yu Lex & Jayce

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My Soul - Feat. Alyssa Marek (Prod. E.P Beats)

(translation above)

La pyrowoman

Sa danse laissait des séquelles
Quand son miroir aux allumettes
Faisait jaillir des étincelles
Chez ceux qui rêvaient de conquête

Avec un seul regard de braise
Elle enflammait toute la salle
Qui suffoquait dans la fournaise
Des pensées les moins virginales

Refrain :
Elle n’était pas une pyromane
Ni par désir, ni par démence,
C’est la danse qui par essence
L’allumait en pyrowoman

Tout flambant neuf, le sol de scène
Planchait sur la meilleure manière
De quoi garder un peu de veine
Sous l’incandescente incendiaire

Un jeune pompier, à l’évidence,
Déjà en burn-out pour elle
Dans le brasier, d’un coup, s’élance
Pour stopper sa danse antigel
(refrain)

Et dans sa veste protectrice
Il est devenu inflammable
Son cœur brûlait, grisant délice,
Jusqu’à déborder de vocables.

Il s’épousèrent dans l’ambulance,
Puisque tous deux étaient de mèche.
Dans leur foyer, l’union fut dense
D’où naquirent beaucoup de flammèches
(refrain)

Paroles et musique, Myckaël Marcovic, 
15/02/2022

The pyrowoman

Her dance left its mark
When her matchbox mirror
Made sparks fly
In those who dreamed of conquest

With a single glance of ember
She set the whole room on fire
Who suffocated in the furnace
Of the less virginal thoughts

Chorus :
She was not a pyromaniac
Neither by desire, nor by dementia,
It is the dance which by essence
Lit her up as a pyrowoman

All brand new, the stage floor
Planned on the best way
Of what to keep a little vein
Under the incandescent fire

A young fireman, obviously,
Already in burn-out for her
In the blaze, suddenly, rushes
To stop his antifreeze dance
(chorus)

And in his protective jacket
He became flammable
His heart burned, intoxicating delight,
Until it overflowed with words.

They married in the ambulance,
Since both were in cahoots.
In their home, the union was dense
From which were born many flames
(chorus)

Words and music, Myckaël Marcovic, 
13/04/2022

La Pyrowoman

crosswinds, when they blow
gonna blow too hard
catch you off-guard
some friends just say no
when you lean too hard
when it gets too dark

running around this playground town
i seen things that never were meant to be
pull it inside you, suck it up
and shut the door

baby, look at you
you grown so tall
now you wanna see it all
maybe, right on cue
time for a big fall
then you gonna blow it all

heading on down this playground down
so much potential, how far you gonna go?
savour this moment just before
the crosswind blow

well i've seen them blow before
three times or maybe more
baby i ain't joking, listen to my voice
when crosswind blow for you
the only thing to do is hunker down
there's no other choice

crosswinds, they have blown
air gone calm now
open this door now
things ain't quite the same
different space now
gotta find somehow

in and around this playground town
some way to hustle, the things you gonna need
if you can read how crosswind blow
you won't grieve

Crosswinds

Clowds Of Colour

If you get funky, funky with me
Go get real funky, funky with me
Then I’ll, get funky with you
Real funky with you
Then I’ll, get funky with you
Real funky with you

Don’t worry about Monday.	
It’s too far away.			
We’ve got all the weekend.	
What do you say?
C’mon, C’mon, let’s get it on		
C’mon, C’mon, let’s do this song

If you get funky, funky with me
Go get real funky, funky with me
Then I’ll, get funky with you
Real funky with you
Then I’ll, get funky with you
Real funky with you

You don’t have to bring much
Just come as you are
I’ll keep it funky
Play my guitar
C’mon, C’mon, let’s do our thing		
C’mon, C’mon, let’s funk and swing

I feel so happy, when I’m with you
So, so, so happy, getting funky with you
C’mon, C’mon, let’s get it on
I’m getting funky with you
I’m getting funky with you
Funky oh yeah

If you get funky, funky with me
Go get real funky, funky with me
Then I’ll, get funky with you
Real funky with you
Then I’ll, get funky with you
Real funky with you

Oh let’s get funky
Funky with you
Go get real funky
Funky with you
C’mon, C’mon, let’s get it on

Funky With You

Krazy Rain: PROBLEMS

When you look at me now. 
I look like all the other cows.
Though my fields are full of gold,
hidden within. 
I've fooled you for years, 
and you're nothing at all to me. 
Though you kept me fed and watered,
half happy. 

No electric fence can keep me in.
There ain't no boundary I can't pass. 
Your half assed grid can't trick my feet. 
Because I'm finally free at last. 

I might not stand out,
from a field, that's full of cows.
After all; a cow is a cow, a cow is a cow, a cow, a cow, a cow.
But if you'd tried to see. 
You might of seen a little something in me.
But you're heads; on the ground, on the ground, the ground, the ground, the ground. 

No no haired, big belly, 
son of stupidity me. 
I'll be taking all this ground, from around.
No long haired milk sucker, 
lack of moral fibre and weak.
I'll be the meanest cow around,
on the ground. 

No big bad wolf is ever gonna threaten the king.
I am the cow that's broken free.
No cut price vagabond, white van politics freak.
I am the cow that's broken free. 




Cows (Free)

Going Home (See end for Credits)
Your eyes are fixed upon the window
my eyes are glued upon the door
guess we've come to this decision
a thousand times before
I know exactly how your feeling
but not exactly what it's for
yesterday's just like tomorrow
today we're back for more
And if I count the times I should have walked away
we're surely better off alone
today's tomorrow's are tomorrow's yesterdays
think I'm going home!
I wasn't built for disappointment
you wasn't made for all this pain
shall we book our next appointment
and start it all again?
And if I count the times I should have walked away
we're surely better off alone
today's tomorrow's are tomorrow's yesterdays
think I'm going home!
Your eyes still fixed upon the window
my eyes still glued upon the floor
yes we've come to this decision
a thousand times before

Andrew Smith: Songwriting, Vocals, Acoustic, Mix&Master
Josh Smith: Synth
Vitor Pegas (Purtugal) Electric Guitars, Strings, Synth
Jim (Windsor UK) Bass
Dean W (Australia) Drums

Krazy Rain: PROBLEMS

KhuDon (Krazy Rain)

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