What to say! An excellent track. Thank you!

cool stuff my dude salute from amsterdam!

So good bluesy vibes. I enjoyed the sound and the mood.

Cool track with folk colors, great mix ! Well done !

Wayne saved me with this one keeps my ole ears occupied

A fantastic and very touching composition & performance! Awesome time and feel. This is how pros do it!

Words and Music Andrew Smith 2021
Four o’clock in the morning, And I’m making my way back home
I feel a new day calling, Got your number on my phone
They say that bolts of lightning, Only happen when it’s meant to be
But Girl this thing is frightening
The life right out of me, Creeping up the stairway
Waiting for a cue, How will I feel tomorrow?
When I’m waking up next to you so tell me now

I’ve been struck by lightning now what can I do
Fallen for another guess I’ve blown my cover with you
Never say for ever but I whispered forever to you
Tearing at the seams ‘cus the Girl of my dream ain’t you
But I’m in disguise as I’m closing my eyes

Feeling warm beside me, Dreamy half awake
This is half of something, But it’s all of our mistake
You make is oh so easy, So I never need to try
To search for what is missing, Never knowing it’s a lie
And when we wake tomorrow, And there’s nobody on the phone
I found a four leaf clover,   And I’m gonna’ take is home so tell me now

I’ve been struck by lightning now what can I do
Fallen for another guess I’ve blown my cover with you
Never say for ever but I whispered forever to you
Tearing at the seams ‘cus the Girl of my dream ain’t you
And I’m in disguise as I’m closing my eyes

There are no words to tell you, just the answer in my eyes
I got no rhyme or reason, it’s got me right between the eyes

I’ve been struck by lightning now what can I do
Fallen for another guess I’ve blown my cover with you
Never say for ever but I whispered forever to you
Tearing at the seams ‘cus the Girl of my dream ain’t you
And I’m in disguise as I open my eyes

Never Say Forever!

New World 2.

Footsteps

Not Going To Cry

Pale Ontology

Relations

Не Спи!

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)

Tiny Dog House - Mixed/Mastered by Tyler Wickens

A story-telling folk song about the English Civil War. Legend has it Oliver Cromwell sold his soul to the devil the night before the Battle of Worcester. He won the battle and the war, turning England into a republic for the first and only time, then died seven years to the day later - allegedly the term of his pact with the devil. But a "witness" claimed to have seen him arguing with the devil for twenty-one years, not seven. That's the detail that interests me. I grew up and went to my first school on the site of the battle of Worcester... and on the edge of the wood where Cromwell met the devil (allegedly).

Words, music and all instruments (guitar and various percussion) by me.

21 Summers

Out my window, calm tonight 
See the sky, northern light  
Waiting for the sun to pull me through 
But somewhere in the crowd tonight 
There's a secret soul burning bright 
Waiting for the star that shines on you 
If we could only see the sign
Take control and cross that line
We could make it home tonight 
Sit and watch the morning light 
Waiting for a dream that's yours and mine 
And I could be your Fred Astaire 
Dancing in a moonlight square
you could be my Red Adair when I fall 
I could be your Jimmy Dean 
Even be your Steve McQueen 
And you can be my dancing queen when I call 
Out with friends, feeling fine 
Nothing here is really mine 
Feel myself slowly sinking down 
But somewhere in these hills tonight 
There's a secret soul burning bright 
A Girl out there is going to turn me round 
If we could only see the sign 
Take control and cross that line 
We could make it home tonight 
Sit and watch the morning light 
Waiting for a dream that's yours and mine 
And I could be your Fred Astaire 
Dancing in a moonlight square 
you can be my Red Adair when I fall 
I could be your Jimmy Dean 
Even be your Steve McQueen 
And you can be my dancing queen when I call 
I can be your Fred Astaire 
Dancing in a moonlight square 
you could be my Red Adair 
Catch me when I fall 
And you can be my movie star 
Driving in my favorite car 
And I can play my blue guitar when you call

Secret Soul

https://soundcloud.com/69two0/danger-zone

69twoZERO - Danger Zone

A previous OMAs 2022 Album of the Year recipient, singer-songwriter Wayne Madder is nominated for The OMAs 2023 Record of the Year with his single Angels, from his latest album, also nominated for Album of the Year, Disconnect. A mix of jazzy blues, blues, blues rock, soul, fusion, country blues, and folk, Wayne’s music has been described as tender, beautifully expressive, and possessing a refined compositional style.
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