Real Country

Cavebar

I'll Hold You In My Heart

When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold Again

Nobody's Darling

I Still Miss Someone

Bill Bailey

Mastering and drums: A7 Recording studio
Guitars: Taylor 150e 12-string and Martin D-28

With nods to The Byrds, The Beatles, The Who, Righteous Brothers, Everly Brothers and all the great janglers of the 60's.

Lyrics:
I’m not bein’ fake, I just wanna make
The kind of record I like listenin’ to
Oh I’m not on the take, I just wanna make
The kind of record that I love, oh,

I’ll have a backbeat boppin’ along, 
But with a change-up in the middle of the song.
I’ll have a solo that’s really swell, 
But not too long ‘cause I don’t play very well. Oh! Oh!

You can call me a flake, but I just wanna make, 
The kind of record I like listenin’ to,
Yeah, for Everly’s sake, I just wanna make
The kind of record that I love, oh-oh

Finally I realize that I’ve got an audience of one, oh,
No one else will listen, they’re all into dissin’,
So I might as well have my own fun, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Gimme a break, I just wanna make (bop-shoo-wops)
The kind of record I like listenin’ to 
Ah, let them eat cake, I just wanna make
The kind of record that I love, oh-oh

I’m gonna make some rhymes, 
That I can stand to hear a thousand times,
I’m gonna choose a theme, (yeah yeah yeah)
That’s Beatle-icious and will make me scream, ah-ah-ah-aagh!

Instrum:   

Oh gimme a break, I just wanna make, the kind of record that I love, oh,

Guys, I realize, that my career is on the shelf, oh,
No one will listen, they’re all into dissin’
So I might as well pleasure myself, oh, oh! oh! oh! ow!

You can call me a flake, but I just wanna make,
The kind of record I like listenin’ to
Yeah, for Everly’s sake, I just wanna make
The kind of record that I love, oh-oh oh,
Oooo - oooo - oooo.

Kind Of Record

Mastered by A7 Recording Studio
Guitar: Taylor 150e 12-string

Lyrics:
Walkin’ through the shadowy forest,       
Didn’t know which way I should go,
Somethin’ caught my eye that was givin’ off a golden glow.
It was a shiny little guy in the flowers,
His thoughts were gettin’ into my head,
I wondered what he could know, and this is what he said:

Well I know it’s ‘bout helpin’ each other,
And I know it’s ‘bout sendin’ up a prayer,
And I know it’s ‘bout feelin’ the peace that waits inside you there.
Well I know it’s ‘bout followin’ your heartbeat, 
To help you do everything you’re meant to do,
And I know it’s ‘bout findin’ the love that’s waitin’ everywhere.
Ooooh ooh ooh…ah.

Well I couldn’t really see what he looked like, 
But a song was all inside my mind,
And everything that I could feel told me he was kind.
It was clear that he was hopin’ to help me,
Find my way out of the shadowy place,
By filling me up with his wisdom and a whisper of grace.

He sang I know it’s ‘bout helpin’ each other
And I know it’s ‘bout sendin’ up a prayer
And I know it’s ‘bout feelin’ the peace that waits inside you there.
Well I know it’s ‘bout reachin’ for your helpers,
Who will guide you to the things you’re meant to do,
And it’s all about findin’ the love that’s waitin’ everywhere.

Something changed inside of me then,
A music of the soul until the very end.

I sing: I know it’s ‘bout helpin’ each other
And I know it’s ‘bout sendin’ up a prayer
And I know it’s ‘bout feelin’ the peace that waits inside you there.
Well I know it’s ‘bout reachin’ for your helpers,
Who will guide you to the things you’re meant to do,
And I know it’s ‘bout findin’ the love that’s waitin’ everywhere.
And I know it’s ‘bout findin’ the love that’s waitin’ everywhere.

Well I Know

Track by Combstead
Lead Guitar, Lyrics and Vocals By Robert Grigg
Photo by bigtunaonline

Coming Soon - Robert Grigg & Combstead

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Two Left Shoes

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-mar-e-est-en-noir
Translation above

À propos du naufrage en 1978 de l'AMOCO Cadiz près de Portsall, en Bretagne. Survenu après ceux du Torrey Canyon (mars 1967), l’Olympic Bravery (janvier 1976), le Boehlen (octobre 1976)

Texte de (lyrics by) Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

La marée est en noir

La mer cinglait à corps et à cris
Sous un ciel chargé de gribouillis
Toutes les mouettes et les cormorans
Semblaient noyés dans le mauvais temps.

Un pétrolier gouvernail cassé
Impossible de le remorquer
Un rocher éventra ses cloisons
La cargaison largua son poison.

Refrain :
La marée est en noir
Ça coule, ça pue, ça poisse
Bouquet de noce qui ancre sa crasse

Portsall, port digne de ton blason
Ce jour-là, tu portais bien ton nom.
Sombre terminal par accident.
Tombeau des mouettes et des cormorans.

Vomi de marée qui s’amarre
le soleil couchait dans un sang noir.
Une armada de cirés bretons
Ont relevé manches et mentons

(Refrain)

Breizh partageait les larmes de fiel
Des éboueurs peinant sur leur pelle.
Qui serraient les dents se rappelant
Déjà trois marées noires en dix ans  

Malgré les linceuls de cet or noir
Qui se sont gravés dans les mémoires
Les marchés de la consommation
Vont de déraisons en déraisons

(Refrain)

Paroles de Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre et Myckaël Marcovic, 
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 05 juillet 2024

Based on a magnificent text by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot on the 1978 sinking of the AMOCO Cadiz near Portsall, Brittany. This followed the sinking of the Torrey Canyon (March 1967), the Olympic Bravery (January 1976) and the Boehlen (October 1976).

The tide is in black

The sea was screaming its head off
Under a doodle-laden sky
All the seagulls and cormorants
Seemed drowned in the bad weather.

A tanker with a broken rudder
Impossible to tow
A rock ripped open its bulkheads
The cargo dropped its poison.

Refrain :
The tide is black
It sinks, it stinks, it poisons
A wedding bouquet that anchors its grime

Portsall, port worthy of your coat of arms
that day, you lived up to your name.
Dark terminal by accident.
Grave of seagulls and cormorants.

Mooring tidal vomit
the sun set in black blood.
an armada of Breton oilskins
rolled up sleeves and chins

(Refrain)

Breizh shared the tears of gall
Of garbage men toiling on their shovels.
Who gritted their teeth remembering
Three black tides in ten years  

Despite the shrouds of this black gold
etched in our memories
Consumer markets
From folly to folly

(Refrain)

Words by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre and Myckaël Marcovic, 
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, July 05, 2024

La marée est en noir (Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot / Myckaël Marcovic)

One Day At A Time

I retired my country band Native Tongue some time ago, I now play summers at a Jamboree, volunteer music, have jam sessions, and visit Mountain Grove on occasion. I decided to record some of my favorite classic country songs.  My maiden name is Barbara Gustin for family reasons, so,no, I am not 2 people . My music is listed under Barbara Jenkins on Spotify and Itunes My recording  studio keeps me inspired. Enjoy