Good vibes, nice flow and pleasant retro feel.

Always great fun to listen to your well composed, so well sung and recorded tracks! Great work!

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Great atmosphere.  I love the shimmering sound of the guitars.  A very well constructed song!

Great track!  Very positive vibe and the instruments sound great.  The vocals are very good as well!

https://youtu.be/4a8wFJ6b4d8 

Translation above.

Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle. Thème : écrit sur une feuille d'automne.

Ces cris

L’été s’essoufflait
À tomber dans les pommes
Devant ce vent d’automne
Qui glaçait
Oh ! ces cris, ces cris…

Le vent dénudait
Les branches d’un platane
Quand les feuilles se fanent
À regret
Et ces cris, ces cris…

Sur le sol tremblait
L’âme de l’une d’elle
Qui, pourtant encor’ belle
M’appelait
Encore ces cris…

Je m’agenouillai
La posai sur ma paume
Ainsi que sur un trône
Bien douillet
Toujours ces cris…

Ses nervur’s traçaient
Des lign’s de vie diaphanes
Qui, sans appel, condamnent
Un portrait
Mais ces cris, ces cris ?

Lucide, ell’ criait
C’était des cris d’automne
Craquants, qui se dérobent
À jamais
Plus de cris, de cris…

Mais elle laissait
Écrit en filigrane
Dans ma main qui se fane
Son portrait

Myckaël Marcovic, le 15 octobre 2021

Song written during Claude Lemesle's writing workshops. Theme: written on an autumn leaf.

These cries

The summer was running out of steam
To fall in the apples
In front of this autumn wind
Which froze
Oh! these cries, these cries...

The wind was stripping
The branches of a plane tree
When the leaves fade
With regret
And these cries, these cries...

On the ground trembled
The soul of one of her
Who, yet still beautiful
Called me
Still those cries...

I knelt down
Put her in my palm
As if on a throne
Nice and cozy
Still those cries...

Her veins traced
Diaphanous lines of life
Which, without appeal, condemn
The portrait
But these cries, these cries?

Lucid, she shouted
They were cries of autumn
Cracking, which are evading
For ever
No more cries, cries...

But she left
Written in watermark
In my fading hand
Her portrait

Myckaël Marcovic, October 15, 2021

Ces cris

You said you found someone else and I didn't know what to do
You had made up your mind and nothing could stop you
You said living with me all these years was a mistake
Then I slept with strangers on our bed just to take my revenge 

Now You're blossoming somewhere else and I'm freezing in December
I live and die in memories that you don't even remember
I've learned to cope with my losses
I know I survive but God I hate this process

You used to say "we'd be together until death would do us part" babe
And death was a boy younger than me and a bit taller 
I thought forgetting would be easy but it wasn't like that
I may even put your name someday on my daughter

Now You're blossoming somewhere else and I'm freezing in December
I live and die in memories that you don't even remember
I've learned to cope with my losses
I know I survive but God I hate this process

You Don't Even Remember

This is a very enjoyable collaboration with south african singer songwriter Mike Hill, I hope you all will enjoy this.

Credits:
@mikehillravenscall: vocals, lyrics and acoustic guitar
@nobsmeyer: electric guitar, bass, drum production, mix and mastering.

Starting Again

Apple Music

Starting Again - feat. Mike Hill

Help me understand
I do what I can
Gotta say a little disappointed in myself 
Educate me some  
On what’s going on?
Gotta go I suddenly don’t think I feel so well 

Scream it out to them
In the loudest voice you have 
Secrets? Go and say it all you want behind my back
And its begun 
Not easily undone 
I don’t care but I still might go and tell everyone

Must say that I’m impressed 
Photograph of the Midwest 
A backseat to the white noise they created all around
Watched vultures as they swirled
In the center of the world 
But somehow you found so much distraction in the sound

I heard what I heard 
How can I not tell anyone now?
I saw what I saw
Look around 
Now it’s all I think about

Scream it out to them
In the loudest voice you have 
Secrets? Go and say them all you want behind my back
And its begun 
Not easily undone 
I don’t care but I still might go and tell everyone

Everyone

c/o Boy Hit Me With Car Records

Idle Talk

This song is about travelling across the Nullarbor Plain which is part of the area of flat, almost treeless, arid or semi-arid country of southern Australia, bordering the Great Australian Bight coast. The name “Nullarbor” is Latin and means “no trees” i.e. “treeless.”

For those who would like to know a little more about things that are mentioned in the lyrics, read on.

The Eyre Highway officially begins in Port Augusta, South Australia, and ends in Norseman, Western Australia (if travelling west). The small town of Ceduna on the Eyre Highway is considered to be the gateway to the Nullarbor Plain.

There are 10 roadhouses in between Ceduna and Norseman: Penong (actually a very small town), Nundroo, Nullarbor, Border Village, Eucla, Mundrabilla, Madura, Cocklebiddy, Caiguna, and Balladonia. Mundrabilla is the only one not referred to in the lyrics. 

At Nullarbor Roadhouse, there is a golf hole fondly named Dingo’s Den. It is part of the Nullarbor Links which is the longest golf course in the world, stretching 1300km between Ceduna and Kalgoorlie, north of Norseman.

Head of Bight is part of the coast line where the huge Southern Right Whales can be seen. They don’t perform antics like the smaller humpback whales do in eastern Australian waters.

Bunda Cliffs are a spectacular sight along the coast of the Great Australian Bight.

Occasionally cyclists can be seen pedalling across the Nullarbor. Often there is a strong wind which either helps them or makes the journey so much tougher, depending on which direction they are travelling.

The 90 Mile Straight is the longest straight road in Australia. Small aeroplanes actually use it as a runway.

In 1979, pieces of a rogue NASA space station called Skylab came crashing down in the area around Balladonia Roadhouse. Its small museum has several replicas of the space junk.

The Treeless Plain

eye pain

Dreamer

This house is just rooms which you filled up with smoke.
(I stand alone).
This house is just room after room full of ghosts.
(Awoken, froze).
An endless parading, masquerading, repost.
(All faded gold)
All empty, delaying, echoing, despairing.
Denying, all-knowing, reborn.

Give me some time.
Give me some kind of love.
Just give me some space with my dreams.
A portent or something arrives from above.
Just give me a moment to breathe.

This house is subconscious, aware of without.
(Into the unknown).
This house has a plan for the brain it's left out.
(Better off gone).
An empty, decaying, unswaying, expanding.
Demanding, backhanding, alive.
Any answers you get are just met with stone silence.
I'm supposed to,
Drag this stone.
Alive.

Give me some time.
Give me something to love.
Just give me some space in my dreams.
A collage or something arrives from below.
Just give me this moment I need.

I'm alone.
Stately home.
Alive.

Give me some time.
Give me all your love.
Just give me the moment I need.
A warning or something, rise up from beneath.
I'll be alright if I just breathe.



Haustraum

Let's Get Together

Welcome to (DEAD BEACH) by Flannel Boxing Day
https://denofthewolf.bandcamp.com/album/welcome-to-dead-beach

5. Life Is Dumb Sometimes

Traffic Jams by Hope Street. 

Joe Tibbits - Vocals and Guitars
Barry Harman - Bass
Steve Tibbits - String Arrangements

Silence and Chaos

Traffic Jams

I am a solo recording artist who produces his own original music in Tweed Heads West, NSW, Australia.
 
My songs are released under the band name Retrospection. The joy and satisfaction I get from making music and sharing it, is my reward, although I do like to receive some recognition for my efforts!

Back in December 1963, after graduating from high school in Brisbane, QLD, Australia, I formed the rock band The Avengers in which I played lead guitar and sang backing vocals. We were semi-professional, playing any or all of the nights from Friday through to Sunday.

After two years I had to leave the band to take up a teaching career. Throughout my life I kept up (unpaid) entertainment as extra-curricular activities in the various schools in which I worked.

Unfortunately, I am no longer able to give live performances because of health problems.

Keith Ryan

The Treeless Plain

RETROSPECTION

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