Name: Hate in their eyes by Forcery
Duration: 3 min 23 s
Description: A subtle sequal on my song "hate beyond their eyes"

hard stuff! love the wolf album art , epic

interesting effects on guitar at around 1:25

feeling that energy all around! excellent!

Hey Man

Monumental Times was inspired by my dear cat, Ziggy. Evolving from past mistakes, isolation from society, current crazy worldly affairs.

All songs written, arranged, produced, mixed, mastered: Daniel Lars 
All instruments: Daniel Lars

Monumental Times

Abstract World

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Di7PqtDYOaE
https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/le-souper-loup

Texte et musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Chant : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Lyrics and music : Myckaêl Marcovic
Vocals : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel

Translation above

UN SOUPER LOUPÉ

C’était une froide nuit d’hiver,
Un loup sortait de sa tanière,
Quand il vit trois petits cochons
Qui s’enfuirent vers leur maison.

Quand ils arrivent à leur chaumière,
Les cochons se barricadèrent
Le loup hurla, frappa, cogna
Mais à la fin, il s’essouffla.

Refrain :
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Même si tu aimes le jambon,
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Tu n’auras pas les p’tits cochons !

Puis soudain sur le toit, des pas.
Y a quelqu’un dans la cheminée
Qui dans la marmite tomba,
Et l’invité est prisonnier.

Les cochons se mettent à danser
En attendant le bon souper.
Pendant que l’invité cuisait,
Les petits cochons rigolaient.
(refrain)

En ouvrant enfin le couvercle
Quelques cadeaux flottaient sur l’eau
Et puis deux bottes, et le chapeau
Du Père-Noël qu’on vient de perdre !

Les pauvres rennes à la fenêtre
Se d’mandaient où était leur maître
Les p’tits cochons pleuraient aussi
C’est pas gentil, mais c’est ainsi !

Refrain :
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
On n’fait plus partie des gens bons
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Ils vont nous traiter d’cornichons !

Depuis ce jour on ne voit plus
Que de faux Père-Noël partout.
Et ceux qui offrent des joujoux
Sont des remplaçants, bien entendu !
(dernier refrain) (bis)

Paroles et musique :
Myckaël Marcovic, 06/09/07

A MISSED DINNER

It was a cold winter's night,
A wolf was coming out of his den,
When he saw three little pigs
Who fled to their home.

When they arrived at their cottage,
The pigs barricaded themselves
The wolf howled, kicked and pounded
But in the end, he ran out of steam.

Refrain:
Ouh! ouh! bad wolf
Even if you like ham,
Ouh ! ouh ! bad wolf
You won't get the little pigs!

Then suddenly, on the roof, footsteps.
There's someone in the chimney
Who fell into the pot,
And the guest is a prisoner.

The pigs start dancing
Waiting for the right supper.
While the guest was cooking,
The little pigs laughed.
(refrain)

Opening the lid at last
A few presents floated on the water
And then two boots, and the hat
Of the Santa we just lost!

The poor reindeer at the window
Wondering where their master was
The little piggies cried too
It's not nice, but that's how it is!

Refrain :
Ouh! ouh! bad wolf
We're no longer good people
Ouh ! ouh ! bad wolf
They'll call us pickles!

Since that day we've seen
Fake Santa Claus everywhere.
And those who give toys
Are substitutes, of course!
(last chorus) (encore)

Lyrics and music :
Myckaël Marcovic, 06/09/07

Le souper loupé (feat. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel)

Call to Blame

improvisation music for the acoustic bass guitar 

Open m

A subtle sequal on my song "hate beyond their eyes"

Hate in their eyes

This is how I feel. As if I don't matter at all, just struggling to create meaning in a chilly, sad world. 

I Am Human Garbage Too

Another trio, piano electric guitar and drums. Jammig, having fun. Enjoy!

Northern Lights with Tail

Lyrics 

Needle bites the lacquer… neon chokes the sky.
Feathers turn to cinders, hear the metronome die.


Feathers burned to ash, pearls like teeth in the gutter,
Streetlights flicker cold—hear the city stutter.
Clarinet a ghost, drowned under iron rain,
Four-to-the-floor like boots on a midnight train.


Flip the switch from sepia to soot,
Art-deco heart with a steel-shod foot.


Charleston in chrome!
Ash on the metronome.
We grind time to bone—
Dance till the lights are gone.
Charleston in chrome!
Rust in the saxophone.
Past on a broken throne—
We waltz in the cyclone.


Newsboy visor cracked, fringe like razor wire,
Upright bass now a chain, dragging through the fire.
Gramophone a siren in a blackout zone,
We toast the ruins with gasoline and stone.


Cut the highs… roll the lows…
Let the vinyl ghost compose.




Hands to the sky, smoke in the lung,
Claps on two while the church bells rung—
Filter to black… then drop like a blade,
Chrome in the bloodstream, debt fully paid.




Hate in their eyes

Forcery

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