(Translation above)

Encore une merveilleuse musique que Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/ephemeral-piano-day-2022 m'a autorisé à paroler. Grâce lui soit rendue.

Another wonderful piece of music that Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/ephemeral-piano-day-2022 allowed me to write some words on it. Thanks be to her.

Le sablier cassé

Je t’ai laissée partir il y a 1000 ans
Avais-je tort ou raison ? Maintenant,
Je sens que le temps me fait des reproches
Sans aucune pitié.

Ma déraison avait-elle raison ?
Pourras-tu un jour me le pardonner ?
Car mon cœur me traite de tous les noms
Qu’il sort, tout chauds, de sa broche…

Mais, 1000 ans, c’est seulement hier
Et plus j’y pense, moins j’en suis fier.
Je voudrais retrouver le sablier
Pour l’arrêter, le casser !

Si j’arrivais à retourner le temps
Je n’y toucherais plus pendant 1000 ans
Mon cœur ne battra que pour te revoir
Il ne vivra que d’espoir

Si je ne te revois pas
Le monde ne sera
Qu’un désert inhabité
Qu’un sablier cassé…

Myckaël Marcovic le 22 septembre 2021


The broken hourglass

I let you go a thousand years ago
Was I right or wrong? Now,
I feel that time is reproaching me
Without any mercy.

Was my folly right?
Can you ever forgive me?
For my heart calls me all kinds of names
That it takes out, all hot, from its spit...

But, 1000 years, it is only yesterday
And the more I think about it, the less proud I am.
I would like to find the hourglass
To stop it, to break it!

If I could turn back time
I wouldn't touch it again for a thousand years
My heart will only beat to see you again
It will only live on hope

If I don't see you again
The world will be
An uninhabited desert
Only a broken hourglass...

Myckaël Marcovic on September 22, 2021

Le sablier cassé (Myckaël Marcovic / Debra Buesking) (new version)

Be Present

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Mt. Vesuvius

Song 8

Mt. Vesuvius

110BPM

EMAJOR

Lyrics

Paradise
Yeah right
If your a god I'm the man with the headlight
Just a slob with the same old new pain
Wet it with the red stain blood clot rain
Even if the odds
Forget to forgive a forget me not
Thought I had it in the bag 
But I'm always getting caught
Always getting lost cause I'm always getting caught
I gotta big mouth and I gotta black heart

We watch smoke erupt as it fills up the air
(On the top of Mt. Vesuvius)
Just like rain the ash brings a sense of despair
(Pray to God to have mercy on all’ us)

We eat from grape vines
We are the human gods
We are the divine
The evens of the odds
Nothing can go wrong in paradise
The island made for the mighty fine

We watch smoke erupt as it fills up the air
(On the top of Mt. Vesuvius)
Just like rain the ash brings a sense of despair
(Pray to God to have mercy on all’ us)

Suddenly, we’re on the beach
I hear you scream, you call my name
And I do the same but you’re not answering
Dear god, why aren’t you answering me?

Your dead
From the lesson that you never learned
Take me instead
Said the mocking bird
Immature
And I shouldn't but they must have heard
If you don't leave this town
Then you'll all fucking burn 

Where is the resolve? 
Do we get back up when we fall?
Is to live in Peace and Harmony
A pipe dream after all?

We watch smoke erupt as it fills up the air
(On the top of Mt. Vesuvius)
Just like rain the ash brings a sense of despair
(Pray to God to have mercy on all’ us)

Buffalo Avenue

Mt. Vesuvius

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Mt. Vesuvius

Night Flight

Never Gonna Stay

The Haunt of the Guru

The Haunt Of The Guru

Subterranean Homesick Blues [Bob Dylan Cover]

Hell Descent

ducatiboi- deadinside (ceqeo)

Musique encore une fois produite il y a longtemps mais je me décide enfin à la partager
J'espère que vous apprécierez

Instant death

Instant Death

I found this track in my old folders, made this track maybe 3 years ago, I hope you like it :)

Echoes Beyond

Music is a voice, a way of expression that transcends all languages.  Words are limiting and prone to misinterpretation, music communicates with the soul. I learned the theory and the structures of classical music and have come to the conclusion that music is not about conforming to rules but more about how successfully break them!

The Haunt Of The Guru

Wren