Like an extra dark version of KMFDM. But slower. Interesting work. Well done.

Amazing snyth. Powerful production original music. I dig

What a fascinating song. Great collaboration Myckaël and Lukowig

Hip hop sans autotune s'il vous plait...

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J'en ai bouffé des médias, des nouilles et des rats
Tous les jours on m'a gavé on m'a pas dit pourquoi
Mais quand tu vis dans ton trou, au fond du sofa
On te demande plus ton avis tu sais même plus t'es quoi

J'allume encore mon écran comme s'il y avait plus que ça
Je suis trollé c'est sans arrêt par des crétins comme toi
Qui me font chier toute la journée, il parait qu'ils ont le droit
Des crédules qui chassent en meute, je suis devenu leur proie

C'est pas mon jour ce matin j'ai perdu ma voix
Je suis rayé, je peux plus voter car c'est chacun pour soi
Y a plus que des malins comme ça, au bord de la loi
Qui se demandent, ces candidats, si je peux tomber plus bas

T'en fais pas
Je suis là pour toi
Mais papa
Qu'est ce que je fais là ?
Qu'est ce que je fais là ?
La vie s'écoule devant moi

On m'a proposé la foi, de suivre le doigt
Un avenir après ma mort si je connaissais les pas
J'ai pas compris la logique de devoir faire un choix
C'est quoi l'idée frère moi dans le doute je miserais sur les trois ! 

Et quand ca tourne dans ma tête ça commence comme ca
Mais que faire jour après jour dans ce petit monde étroit
Quand j'ai compté tout ce que j'ai et ce que je dois
C'est là que je me dis que faudrait que je trouve un nouveau combat  

Alors c'est bon j'ai compris, je serai bientôt le roi
De tous les cons tu vois mais je terminerai pas sur la croix
J'ai pris le créneau des fachos, des paumés de la joie
C'est pas dur, c'est l'avalanche ! Allez ! Votez pour moi !

T'en fais pas
Je suis là pour toi
Mais papa
Qu'est ce que je fais là ?
Qu'est ce que je fais là ?
La vie s'écroule devant moi

Enfin tu votes, c'est mieux que raler, mais qu'est ce que t'attendais ?
Un peu d'espoir, une belle histoire et même si c'est pas vrai
Un jour tu comprendras que c'est pas moi qui changerai ta vie
Que ce sont tes choix qui pas à pas t'ont mené jusqu'ici

Si t'arrêtais un peu de croire à tous ces messies
Un peu de bon sens un peu d'amour c'est mieux qu'un tas de conneries 
L'éducation c'est la clé de l'ouverture d'esprit
Tu sais la vie c'est que du bruit qu'on change en symphonie
En symphonie

Acte I

DOWN THE LINE
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Coptright AB Music 2021
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zo_Tm55fLsY

ONE DAY IT WAS ALL FOR YOU
LEARN TO GIVE AND TAKE BUT CRY
A BIRTHDAY WISH IS ALL THATS TRUE
A WISHING WELL WITH NO DESIRE

TEN YEARS ON AND TO SMART TO LEARN
ON YOUR BIKE AND LOST IN STUFF
I THINK ABOUT THE SCHOOL DAYS GONE
WHAT WE SEE WE LEARN TO TRY

YOU CAN GIVE THEM LOVE, GIVE THEM ALL THE TIME
SOMETIMES IN THEIR LIFE, THEY WILL FIND

WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
AND WE'RE PASSING IT DOWN THE LINE
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
DOWN THE LINE.........
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
DOWN THE LINE.........
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
(break)
THE WISE GREY MAN CAN BEARLY HEAR
GRANDCHILD SENDS A TEXT OF LOVE
LOOKING OUT ACROSS THE SEA
HE REMEMBERS HOW HE USED TO BE

YOU CAN GIVE THEM LOVE, GIVE THEM ALL THE TIME
SOMETIMES IN THEIR LIFE, THEY WILL FIND

WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
AND WE'RE PASSING IT DOWN THE LINE
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
DOWN THE LINE.........
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
DOWN THELINE.........
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET

LIFE

DOWN THE LINE

DOWN THE LINE (see info for video link)

The second piece from my ongoing cycle of piano preludes, in a cafe-concert idiom (within a classical vein). Dedicated to Utsyo Chakraborty

Preludes (for piano) -II [2022]

Cut Cut

This track was created in response to someone's inquiry about what our sonic interpretation would be of Robert Frost's poem, The Road Not Taken. We felt this tied into our planned topic for our upcoming release of Acceptance, perfectly.
We all "find ourselves" at the proverbial "fork in the road," throughout our lives. We can choose to sit there and "drown" or become "paralyzed" in worries about which fork will be "the right one," while trying to "sift through the evidence" of what's worked well for others... or we can do what simply feels right for us, radical Acceptance of Self. 
Additional choices will have to be made by us, upon reaching each impending upcoming fork, and we can become more "in tune" with the wisdom we've gained in life... looking at everything we know, everything we thought we knew, everything we want to learn, experience, feel, express, etc. and realize maybe the purpose of C19 "on a grander scale" was to help us realize the brevity of life, what's truly important to us underneath everything... all the judgments, fears, facades, aka... the absolute BS... and help hopefully more people figure out it's up to each of us to set boundaries we want and deserve for healthier living. 
If we want all people within our life purview to respect and honor us with honesty, loving, and fully supportive relationships, etc. then, we need to set the boundaries of intention to not be treated as a game, as an option, etc. no matter the relationship type. It's up to us to make our wants and needs of support known to those within our circles and make the necessary changes when we are shown anything "less than" what we know and have stated in clear, (not uncertain or "disguised" terms or methodologies,) we need. Stating what we want or need and honor those who have the forthright energy and awareness to tell us exactly what they want and need and whether they are in alignment with our wants, needs, goals in living healthily... and make the best decision for us. 
The frequent misinterpretation of Robert Frost's poem is The Road Not Taken has changed to The Road Less Travelled, whereby folks believe in one fork or path is better than the other. Evidently, that was not Mr. Frost's intention, as this poem was a sort of mockery at a friend's indecisiveness and choosing military service; and where because of his indecisiveness, in part, it caused his friend's swift demise. Therefore... for me/us, our interpretation is to simply not stand "forever" at the forks in the road. Don't be dwelling upon every shoulda, coulda, woulda... but, know who we are, stand firm in all we are, know what and who it is we want in our life, and be bold and brave enough to clearly and decisively tell them... not play games or "try to protect ourselves" from potentially being turned away, having our feelings hurt by being "rejected" which is never truly about us anyway... it's about each of us being who we are and feeling and living fully into ourselves being who we are called to BE and HOW we are called to BE. So much of life can be spent in riddles and going in circles; but, if we'd stop "spinning our wheels" and simply choose the fork that we are drawn towards... it is ALWAYS the right one, at the right time, going the direction for the life lessons we need in that timeframe. The roads are similar and may often go towards the same destination. It's all about the different lessons and scenery we'll see along the way. Some may have more waterside, some more rocky cliffs or terrain; but, it doesn't make one any less beautiful or worth taking. Our forks are the forks that spoke to us in each moment, new forks always arise... and one may eventually traverse towards the same path or road we chose not to initially take, if and when the timing is right for us. Until then, follow the fork or road of our heart's whisper... it doesn't ever steer us wrong. Even in the potholes along the way... there can BE BEautiful reflections in the puddles from any rain.

Road Not Taken

Evening Blues (instrumental version)

Dedicado para los que tienen un poquito de miedo ante lo nuevo... los cambios.

PULSO ROTO

Pulso Roto

'Echos In The Wind' is a Fusion track inspired by the perpetual coming and goings, dramas and ceaseless movement of life in my garden. Plants, animals, fish, insects and trees all involved in this continual cycle of birth and death. It's no wonder I spend half of my day in my garden.

Conundrums Wiithout Answers

Echos In The Wind

Identity

piano djembe improvisation midsummer

Lyrics, mixing: Myckaël Marcovic https://soundcloud.com/myckael-marcovic/tracks
Music, vocal, mixing and mastering: Lukowig www.facebook.com/Lukowig/ twitter.com/Lukowig
Illustration: Lukowig and Myckaël Marcovic

Je suis le vieux forçat de cette forteresse
Aux invisibles murs, mais remplis de murmures
Tournant en procession au fond de cette pièce
Où mon âme n’a plus que des lambeaux d’armures.

Et tel un condamné, j’entends leur psalmodie
Gémir à demi-mots leur sourde messe-basse
Tombant à gros flocons dans l’hiver infini,
Ressusciter sans cesse un passé qui se glace.

Aux âmes condamnées, l’enfer est ici-bas.
Les regrets éternels sont, plus que tout, vivants
Quand ils rongent l’espoir dont l’unique combat
Est de cautériser les jambes du présent.

Mais quand revient le soir, loin des bruits de la ville,
Que la folle vitrine amusant le passant
Remet le fond de tain d’un miroir indocile,
J’y revois, impuissant, le passé lancinant.

Puis dans ce grand mouchoir qui se prend pour mon lit,
J’allonge ma défaite, inutile d’aisance,
Comme si en dormant, les conseils de la nuit
Allaient soudain venir dans ce port de plaisance.

Aux âmes condamnées, l’enfer est ici-bas.
Les regrets éternels sont, plus que tout, vivants
Quand ils rongent l’espoir dont l’unique combat
Est de cautériser les jambes du présent.

L’amour a tout l’esprit et tout le corps divin.
Et si j’en perds le nord, c’est que par tous mes sens
Il m’y anéantit, pour un oui, pour un lien
Qui n’aura d’heureux que le poids de l’inconscience.

Aux âmes condamnées, l’enfer est ici-bas.
Les regrets éternels sont, plus que tout, vivants
Quand ils rongent l’espoir dont l’unique combat
Est de cautériser les jambes du présent.
24 mai 2017

Aproximate translation :

I am the old convict of this fortress
With invisible walls, but full of murmurs
Turning in procession at the bottom of this room
Where all my soul has left are tatters of armor.

And like a condemned man, I hear their psalmody
Moaning half-words their deaf low mass
Falling to large flakes in the infinite winter,
Constantly resurrecting a frozen past.

To the doomed souls, hell is down here.
Eternal regrets are, more than anything, alive
When they eat away hope whose only fight
Is to cauterize the legs of the present.

But when we come back in the evening, far from the sounds of the city,
Let the crazy window amuse the passerby
Put back the bottom of one of those indocile mirrors,
I can’t help but remember the haunting past.

Then in this big handkerchief that thinks it’s my bed,
I lengthen my defeat, useless of ease,
As if in sleep, the tips of the night
Suddenly would come to this marina.

To the doomed souls, hell is down here.
Eternal regrets are, more than anything, alive
When they eat away hope whose only fight
Is to cauterize the legs of the present.

Love has all the spirit and all the divine body.
And if I lose the north, it’s because of all my senses
He destroys me, for a yes, for a link
Who will be happy only by the weight of unconsciousness.

To the doomed souls, hell is down here.
Eternal regrets are, more than anything, alive
When they eat away hope whose only fight
Is to cauterize the legs of the present.

May 24, 2017

Le forçat du passé

Le forçat du passé [Myckaël Marcovic and Lukowig]

I'm a songwriter, composer and singer.

I've had the privilege of working with talented artists:
Christian Levitan @user-872366230
JT The Owl @lionel-duvoy
Myckaël Marcovic @myckael-marcovic
Dan-T @dan-t-3
Tulipe @tulipe-records
Wypernet @laurent-toupet-930624560
Agapite @agapite
Stina @user-911729042
Amanda Sanderson @phoebeelena
Gina Wood @gina-wood-837506330
Alainquietant @user-390366033
LuluM @lucien-moerkamp
Lenny Gaire-Bleuven
Eloi Nicod @eloi-nicod

Le forçat du passé [Myckaël Marcovic and Lukowig]

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