Just walk away

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-faute-au-cerveau
Translation above.

https://soundcloud.com/lionel-abbou m'a fait l'honneur de mettre en musique mon texte et de le chanter.

C’est la faute au cerveau

On n’est jamais content
De son physique
On est trop p’tit, on est trop grand
C’est pas pratique
On est trop mince, on est trop gros
Ou trop chétif, ou ramollo
C’est la faute (ter)
aux kilos

On n’est jamais content
De son physique
On est trop noir, on est trop blanc
C’est pathétique
On manque de grâce, de biscotos
On est tordu comme un ragot
C’est la faute (ter)
aux photos

Refrain :
Mais rien n’est un défaut
Qu’on se trouve moche ou beau 
Quel que soit le tableau
C’est la faute (ter)
au cerveau

Il y a toujours bien mieux
Que son physique
On est trop jeune, on est trop vieux
Chronillogique
Les cheveux tombent incognito
La calvitie, ça fait vieillot
Viv’ la boule (ter) 
à zéro
(refrain)

Quand on se sent trop vieille
Monogamique
Que la peau s’emplit de dentelles
Trop archaïques
Pour ne plus voir ces rides en trop
Et fair’ de l’œil aux hidalgos
Bistouri (ter)
À gogo
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 24 juillet 2020
Musique de Lionel Abbou, 27 mai 2024

Lionel Abbou did me the honor of setting my text to music and singing it.

It's the brain's fault

You're never happy
With the way you look
You're too small, you're too big
It's not practical
You're too thin, you're too fat
Or too sickly or too soft
It's the fault (ter)
the kilos

You're never happy
With the way you look
You're too black, you're too white
It's pathetic
We lack grace, biscotos
We're as twisted as gossip
It's the fault (ter)
to the pictures

Refrain :
But nothing is a flaw
Whether you think you're ugly or beautiful 
Whatever the picture
It's the fault (ter)
the brain

There's always something better
Than your looks
You're too young, you're too old
Chronillogic
Hair falls out incognito
Baldness is old-fashioned
Viv' la boule (ter) 
to zero
(refrain)

When you feel too old
Monogamous
When the skin fills with lace
Too archaic
To stop seeing those extra wrinkles
And wink at the hidalgos
Bistouri (ter)
In spades
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, July 24, 2020
Music by Lionel Abbou, May 27, 2024

La faute au cerveau (Myckaël Marcovic / Lionel Abbou) feat. Lionel Abbou


Theory wise, it goes Bm7 then A7 and some extended notes. Which points to either D or Bm. I decided to go to B and then A and then G and then A. All major chords. B and Bm are similar. Then, from A, to Em which is not too big of a change cos’ they both have E for the ‘well go down parts’. Then G and then back to Bm for ‘heartbeats.’. Again, both G and Bm share B so that works. Then finally, from A to A7. A7 points to Dm so that’s how the chorus begins. Chorus also has a Bb and then C which points to the key of F. Before going from G to Am which goes to Am. Then the whole process starts again except at the end we go to Bm. So 3 keys in a single chorus/outro which is pretty cool. 
The poppier elements in the prechorus are not exactly a musical direction but more of what I improvised in the moment. 
I’m extremely satisfied with the mix and will be working more with this guy in the future. 
Lyrics:
She’s my reason. She’s my reason.
Can I get an amen for the cause that ties me down before my knees get weak
And pulls me round the clock or so to speak to dry your tears in times of desperate need.
It’s not enough to celebrate or pray for all this extra weight, in fevered times or so it seems, living, living for a dream.  (It’s improvised. I don’t know what I’m on about)
We’ll go down. We’ll go down.
Heartbeats and inner turmoil..
Black and blue just like the earths soil (reference to NIN’s piggy I guess. Also my 2 fave colors. Altho black is the absence of color)
Now ya see why I just can’t breathe.   (The only other person I know that finds it this hard to breathe is Adam Levine)
Guess it was always meant to be

Chorus:
Pull me down, let me suffer
Till I breathe right out again
All these things that mattered before. Don’t matter anymore.
And I ain’t bitter. I ain’t blind. You were always on my mind.
Roads that mattered before, don’t matter anymore.
Hearts that litter lonely streets. You never meant that much to me.
At all. At all.  (The ‘you’ doesn’t really refer to a romantic interest in particular. I wanted something powerful and something that could stir up some emotions. It’s probably…a guy. For your purposes, you might as well [insert person here] if you feel like singing along. 

Verse:
Not unlike the waves that tear. In your auburn sunburnt hair.
And all these times you give to me. You left in agony.
This is where we stand. This is where they die.
Here we’ll make a stand. This is where they’ll die. (300 reference. You know I think I’ve been fighting Persians longer than the Spartans ever did. That’s 4 songs which reference Sparta. That’s more than 72 hours it took to make which is roughly how long the Spartans fought the Persians for)

Outro:
In time, you’ll find, it’s all we need, in our minds. In time.



Heartbeats & Inner Turmoil

Deliver Us

I always wanted to write a song about rainbow lorikeets - these beautifully coloured birds that all have different personalities. Sitting for a while to watch them at feeding time can be quite therapeutic, especially with a beer in hand!


Rainbow Lorikeets

Autumn Lake

Swim Toward The Light

Country Rock, Rockabilly, Rock and Roll, Country, Bluegrass, Folk, Singer-Songwriter… I’m not sure what it is, but I had a lot of fun recording it!

How great it would be if I had someone who could mix it correctly. In fact, I have a dozen songs like this one if there are any producers out there who want to bring me into their studio and do an album.


A Place Called Home - John Albert 

I gotta go, no I never stay
For very long in one place
I hit the road trying to make my escape
I’ve been this way since my young days

I’m never sure if it’s the right time to go but 
I get this feeling, and then I know

A box of things and a bag full of clothes, but it’s always the same I just can’t find a place called home 

I can never find a place called home


Top speed, I make my getaway
Never need to be too long in one place 
Miles pass and days seem to fade
Townes fly by but the road doesn’t change 

I’m never sure about where I’m gonna go and I get this feeling, I’ll never know

Pick up my strings and the words that I wrote, but it’s always the same, I just can’t find a place called home 

I can never find a place called home


Another day on the Highway 
Heading somewhere, that I’ll never stay 
No time to think about the life that I made
I’ll only stop on my last day

I’m never sure if it’s the right time to go but 
I get this feeling, that’s alI I know

The double lines mark the miles that I drove, but it’s always the same, I just can’t find a place called home
 
I can never find a place called home

A Place Called Home - John Albert

All His Days

Guitars: Jerry Matheny, Spencer Brochard
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Pedal Steel: Milo Deering
Bass: Pete Miller
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals: Spencer Brochard
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written & Mixed by Will Montgomery

The Gravity of You

Roy Roy  
https://on.soundcloud.com/67yfseEeD7ihCfHw7
strum guitar, slide guitar, arpeggio guitar, simple beat, orchestration with GarageBand

J.J. Terrell 
https://on.soundcloud.com/oycFEaeQPAFKQthAA
piano, lyrics, vocals, tambourine

My Rainy Day Love

We could be the ones holding hands in the rain
Dancing and having fun

We could sit in the rain crying tears of joy
Laughing at the hiding sun

I wouldn’t want to be where
You’re not alone with me dear
Holding my hand

We could listen to birds
As they bathe in warm gentle springtime rain

We could be the ones making forts inside
With blankets, pillows, chairs, and love

I would be the first to declare
As King of this castle I swear
My love for you

We could see a show if the rain wont go
Maybe even watch it again

We could walk in the woods in the pouring rain
Staying close to me by my side

Enjoy this springtime shower
I hope you enjoy this flower
I picked for you

We could dance our way through life in the rain
With you my love there is no pain

Just you and me can sleep with the pitter patter
On the roof splashing all day

One thing that I know for certain
Is that my heart it wont be
Hurtin’ no more

My Rainy Day Love (J.J. and Roy Roy)

Shaun Doyle's music is a unique blend of clean, warm, and colorful tones that compliment the meditative, nourishing, and soulful quality of his voice. Musically multifaceted and a natural storyteller in his lyrics, Shaun's music is in a genre of its own. His sound reflects both folk & indie rock, and encompasses a new sound.

Autumn Lake

Shaun Doyle

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