Beautiful piano with a great beat. Love this track!

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Your voice is hela unique man dope flow !

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Deep atmosphere, powerful vibes and vocals! Great work man!

Loving the sonic sound scapes, really epic. We are also digging the songwriting craft as well.  Big thumbs up master Nagle from all of us @ altIIneo.  Thank IV the support as well, we are truly humbled.

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Angels

Rhapsodies composed in the pandemic period 2019-2020 -2021 as a patchwork of works by children of the State Primary School "A Peressi" - Valleggia - Quiliano - Savona -Italy

The sound part was performed and orchestrated by the teacher who collected the numerous scores, written by the children, in different medleys united by different reference moods.

Musical ideas elaborated and written in pandemic moment by the pupils of school, last school year. 
 Music has helped children overcome fears by fighting with music.

I desired  transform the children into "builders" of small musical narratives
 capable of evoking feelings and moving the soul.

(Scuola) Insieme Viaggiamo Insieme Viviamo -  Together We Travel Together We Live

A reflection of the COP21 summit, "Its too late to be late"

It was only just time
And then the change begins
The little you have
Starts to grow thin 
It’s in this moment you see your true nature
Begin withholding and then we fracture

It’s too late to be late
There’s not much left to save
We’re just like poles apart 
We were polarised from the start 
Its too late to be late 

It was only just time
Before the riots begin,
Red is all see,
And your worst fear, Becomes a reality
It’s in this moment become your true nature
begin withholding and then we fracture

It’s too late to be late
There’s not much left to save
We’re just like poles apart 
We were polarised from the start 
Its too late to be late

Too Late to be Late

(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

Where Buffalo Roam [Part 2]

Over Me

Intermittent storms with calmer interludes...

Background image by Greg Bierer on Pixabay: https://bit.ly/3T4FCN0

Tempest

Translation above.

Sur le magnifique texte de Lucien Corma, un excellent auteur que je viens de découvrir.
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic

Oublié

Une carte postale aux couleurs effacées
Envoyée par quelqu’un que je ne connais pas
Me dit que tout va bien, que tout est beau là-bas
Dans ce pays lointain que j’avais oublié

Seul dans cette maison où j’essaie de trouver
Un souvenir de moi un objet familier
Je ne vois sur les murs dans des cadres dorés
Que de fiers étrangers à jamais oubliés

Refrain
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
Oublié ton rire emporté par le vent
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
J’ai oublié ce que je savais de toi

Je suis parti un jour tout habillé de blanc
Je ne me souviens plus si quelqu’un m’attendait
La ville s’éloignait au bout des rails tremblants
J’ai laissé sur le quai un visage oublié

Tous ces gens que je croise à la tombée du soir
Ne savent pas qu’un jour moi aussi je nageais
Dans des eaux bien plus bleues que leur ciel de boulevard
Mais la plage est si loin qu’on l’a tous oubliée
(refrain)

La fraîcheur du matin engourdissait le port
Où le bateaux dansaient avec leurs ventres pleins
Le zigzag de ma vie s’échouait sur le corps
D’une sirène blonde qui me tendait la main

Dans un bar où dansaient des marins enfiévrés
Des filles à moitié nues montraient des dents de loups
Et leurs baisers brûlants me parfumaient le cou
M’emportaient hors du temps, me faisaient oublier
(refrain)
Oublier…

Un voyageur qui part, un autre qui revient
Se croisent sur le quai d’une gare endormie
Partir, puis revenir un jour au même point
Un soir au même point sur le i d’une vie

Paroles de Lucien Corma
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 31 janvier 2023

On the text of Lucien Corma, an excellent author that I have just discovered.
Music and voice : Myckaël Marcovic

Forgotten

A postcard with faded colors
Sent by someone I don't know
Telling me that all is well, that all is beautiful there
In this distant country that I had forgotten

Alone in this house where I try to find
A memory of me a familiar object
I see on the walls in golden frames
Only proud strangers forever forgotten

Refrain
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
Forgotten your laughter carried by the wind
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
I have forgotten what I knew of you

I left one day all dressed in white
I don't remember if anyone was waiting for me
The city was moving away at the end of the trembling rails
I left a forgotten face on the platform

All these people that I pass at nightfall
Do not know that one day I too was swimming
In waters much bluer than their sky of boulevard
But the beach is so far that we all forgot it
(refrain)

The freshness of the morning numbed the port
Where the boats danced with their full bellies
The zigzag of my life ran aground on the body
Of a blond mermaid who held out her hand to me

In a bar where fevered sailors danced
Half-naked girls were showing wolves' teeth
And their burning kisses perfumed my neck
Carried me out of time, made me forget
(refrain)
To forget...

A traveler who leaves, another who returns
Cross themselves on the platform of a sleeping station
To leave, then to return one day to the same point
One evening at the same point on the i of a life

Words by Lucien Corma
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 31 January 2023

Oublié (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "The Wood", which was published in The Tryout, January 1929.

The song was created with the help of Generative AI (Udio.com)

Lyrics:

They cut it down, and where the pitch-black aisles
Of forest night had hid eternal things,
They scaled the sky with towers and marble piles
To make a city for their revelings.

White and amazing to the lands around
That wondrous wealth of domes and turrets rose;
Crystal and ivory, sublimely crowned
With pinnacles that bore unmelting snows.

And through its halls the pipe and sistrum rang,
While wine and riot brought their scarlet stains;
Never a voice of elder marvels sang,
Nor any eye called up the hills and plains.

White and amazing to the lands around
That wondrous wealth of domes and turrets rose;
Crystal and ivory, sublimely crowned
With pinnacles that bore unmelting snows.

Thus down the years, till on one purple night
A drunken minstrel in his careless verse
Spoke the vile words that should not see the light,
And stirred the shadows of an ancient curse.

White and amazing to the lands around
That wondrous wealth of domes and turrets rose;
Crystal and ivory, sublimely crowned
With pinnacles that bore unmelting snows.

Forests may fall, but not the dusk they shield;
So on the spot where that proud city stood,
The shuddering dawn no single stone revealed,
But fled the blackness of a primal wood.

White and amazing to the lands around
That wondrous wealth of domes and turrets rose;
Crystal and ivory, sublimely crowned
With pinnacles that bore unmelting snows.

Eldritch Dreams

The Wood

Gaelic Air penned by D. MacLellan. One can also find it under the name of « I See Mull ».
Played, recorded, arranged and mixed by Éric McLewis - June 2020

The Land Of My Youth

Songwriter, singer, musician & producer from Scotland.  Leveraging Studio One & UAD technology, Gibson ES 335 & PRS Paul's Guitar, BBC Symphony Strings and dabble on the piano sometimes.  Writing is my therapy.

Too Late to be Late

Andy Nagle

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