Indimenticabile

My Funny Valentine

Buy/stream: https://joof.fanlink.tv/joof508

► Follow JOOF Recordings:
SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/joof-recordings
Facebook: https://facebook.com/JOOFRecordings
Instagram: https://instagram.com/joof_recordings/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JOOF_Recordings
YouTube: https://youtube.com/@JOOFrecordings/
Telegram: https://t.me/joof_recordings
Beatport: https://beatport.com/label/joof-recordings/258
Spotify: https://streamlink.to/joofspotify

► Follow Steve Birch:
SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/merlinsapprentice-fsr
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/merlinsapprenticepsy
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/stevebirch_merlinsapprentice/

Steve Birch — Alien Language (Original Mix)

(Verse 1)
Woke up this morning, feelin’ kinda strange,
A rumble in my belly that I can’t arrange.
Last night’s feast is knockin’ at the door,
And now I’m runnin’ fast across the floor.

(Chorus)
Oh, diarrhea, you’ve got me on the go,
A race against time, and I can’t take it slow.
Tummy’s churnin’, I’m breakin’ all the rules,
Singin’ the diarrhea blues.

(Verse 2)
Thought it was the chili, maybe it was the pie,
Could’ve been the sushi or that questionable fry.
Now I’m stuck here, holdin’ on for dear life,
Every step I take cuts sharper than a knife.

(Chorus)
Oh, diarrhea, you’ve got me on the go,
A race against time, and I can’t take it slow.
Tummy’s churnin’, I’m breakin’ all the rules,
Singin’ the diarrhea blues.

(Bridge)
Sweatin’ bullets, grabbin’ onto hope,
Prayin’ to the porcelain pope.
Swearin’ off hot sauce, I’ll change my ways,
But deep down I know, I’ll forget in days.

(Verse 3)
Now I’m sittin’ here, reflectin’ on my sins,
Life’s lessons learned with a porcelain spin.
Next time I’ll listen, no buffet roulette,
But for now, I’m stuck with this regret.

(Chorus)
Oh, diarrhea, you’ve got me on the go,
A race against time, and I can’t take it slow.
Tummy’s churnin’, I’m breakin’ all the rules,
Singin’ the diarrhea blues.

(Outro)
So here’s to caution, and here’s to care,
And maybe next time I’ll be more aware.
But until that day, when I’ve paid my dues,
I’ll keep on singin’ the diarrhea blues.

The Diarrhea Blues

Like Pronto.mp3

I strolled the Champs-Élysées with a croissant in my hand,
The Eiffel Tower shimmered like a tourist Disneyland.
A mime was making faces, drawing crowds with Gallic flair—
But I ducked into a Starbucks... for Wi-Fi and central air.

They say I’m seeing the world, but the world’s on a loop,
Same latte, same logos, same souvenir scoop.
From Seoul to Seattle, the signs just rearrange,
It’s the illusion of travel with a constant costume change.
Everywhere I go—different names, same game.
Let’s face it, mon ami… everywhere’s the same. 

In Tokyo I wandered through a temple, hushed and grand,
Snapped a pic with cherry blossoms, peace sign in my hand.
I bowed before tradition, took a moment to decompress,
Then bought a T-shirt that said “Zen”… but it's made in China, no less.

They say I’m seeing the world, but it’s on repeat,
Same jingle, same tingles, same songs, same beat.
From Delhi to Dallas, it’s déjà vu terrain,
Just vending machines in a sushi train.
Everywhere I go—different names, same game.
Let’s face it, tomodachi… everywhere’s the same. 🎶

In Hong Kong I wandered through the market stalls at night,
Where knockoffs blinked beneath every neon light.
I bought a lucky cat that waves—a charm from days gone by,
The same one I saw yesterday at the airport in Dubai.

They say I’m seeing the world, but the world’s in disguise,
New fridge magnet skylines swapped-in with same clip-art blue skies.
From Beijing to Boston, it’s a franchise parade,
Selling culture shrink-wrapped and factory made.
Everywhere I go—different names, same game.
Let’s face it, Dai Lau… everywhere’s the same. 

A thousand cities, all with matching malls,
Different flags, different time zones,  same food court stalls.
Traditions in a capsule, vacuum-sealed with care —
“Authentic” tastes best when it's got a famous logo there. 

In Bali I found stillness, or so my blog had said,
The jungle hummed with insects, the sunset burned clouds red.
But in town I bought some flip flops printed with Tom and Jerry Cartoons
While the beach bars served coca-cola... playing MJ tunes.

They say I’m seeing the world, all on the same soundtrack,
Same playlist, same vibe, same Instagram hack,
From Cairo to Cancun, the vibes align—
Spiritual retreat with a checkout time.
Everywhere I go—different names, same game.
Let’s face it, kawan… everywhere’s the same. 🎶

Back home in old Toronto, jetlagged and politely bored,
Suitcase full of fridge magnets I can barely afford.
I scrolled through all my travel pics, a curated display,
Different backdrops, same poses, same smile all the way.
The world I chased felt distant, but the pattern never changed—
Just the illusion of travelling the world, with a costume change.

They say I’ve seen the world, but I brought the same eyes,
Same thoughts, same cravings, just new skies in disguise.
No matter the distance, the culture, the name—
I ordered my comforts, and they all came the same.
It wasn’t the world that refused to change...
It was me, in repeat...

Around the World in 80 Brands

春天尾巴清凉天，
周日坐进国风馆。
爸妈坐在讲台前，
俩口间隔一排半。
惊堂木震全堂看，
不靠谱的旧档案。
音乐史上奏神篇，
作曲家生平说一遍。

讲完课去干洗店，
旧西装换收据单。
顺路去趟邮政局，
寄出三张小照片。
拍立得的FUJI版，
来自远方的小纪念，
贴上邮票扔进筒。
三天之后邮箱见！

回到家，无意间，
树边偶遇松鼠仙。
蓝天笑唱阳光亮，
浮云巧遮半边天。
地上湿漉雨光闪，
脚底踩出水墨感。
松鼠朝我抖尾巴。
我送花生喂它馋。

啦啦啦啦啦啦啦啦，
这是唱的什么呀？
啦啦啦啦啦啦啦，
写歌词儿的偷懒儿呀！
太阳雨，水光闪，
彩虹湿了我的脸。
太阳雨，水光闪，
仙露落在舌头尖！
啦啦啦啦啦啦啦啦，
听不懂也 OK 呀。
啦啦啦啦啦啦啦，
好时光就在当下呀！

太阳雨，回光闪，
魔幻现实随应验，
一闪一烁一思念
仙灵就来一瞬间，
众神在，听召唤！
云开见日路途远，
方圆十万八千里，
意存玄关直通天。

啦啦啦啦啦啦啦啦，
这是唱的什么呀？
啦啦啦啦啦啦啦，
写歌词的偷懒儿呀！
太阳雨，水光闪，
彩虹湿了我的脸。
太阳雨，滴点点，
仙露落在舌头尖！
啦啦啦啦啦啦啦啦，
听不懂也没事儿呀。
啦啦啦啦啦啦啦，
当下也是永远呀！

太阳雨 Sunny Rain

I love my family Baby Clio REMIX

I broke my magic wand

I fixed my magic wand

I won my wand, oh what a prize
3.3 seconds in front of your eyes!
Coin through rubber the trick was set
A wand of my own is the prize I get

But playing too much with my brand-new toy
I pushed it past what it could enjoy
A click, a snap — a secret part
The magic broke right at the heart

I broke my magic wand, oh no!
A broken gimmick stopped the show
With sad regret the heart responds
I now hold… a broken wand

They say when things are broken, the story is done
But their story's ending is where magic begun
Change how you see it, the world rearranges
Shift your perception and reality changes

I found the pieces, I used my hands
I didn’t give up — I made new plans
I snapped it back, and with a magical wave
My wand was restored, and the trick was saved!

I fixed my magic wand, hooray!
No broken gimmick can take magic away
With courage and care, the world responds
To the hands of a child… and her magic wand

Then I saw the teacher's old broken wand
With a hollow heart to look beyond
To the untrained eye it fell apart
But inside hidden a work of art

Through the emptiness I see displayed
All quantum states are being made
What seems like nothing may be the way
In hollow wand is the Milky Way

Every problem’s a puzzle, every stumble a test
Reality will follow when you answer with your best
I broke my magic wand, but now I understand
The magic lives forever in my heart and in my hand!

I broke my magic wand

I think I'm good

Captain's log:Stardate -297308.19
This timeline has been disrupted by a great disturbance in
What this planet's inhabitants call
Freedom of speech

From up here I can see y'all clear
Politics hot but keep reasons dear
Words bring weight but bullets bring fear
trade led for letters make the vision steer
Guard in the schools, guard every door
Heal minds, help vets, lift up the poor
Rights in the book, yeah, I stood for more
But life is a right I have no more

I ain't there now but the beat still knocks
Tell the kids to hit the books not glocks
Talk is cheap, you watch those stocks
The mob goes wild when the bullet talks

I ain't there now but the beat still knocks
Tell the kids to hit the books not glocks
Spin this story from X to fox
The mob goes wild when the bullet talks

Jeffrey's dead behind the bars
Donny's ear healed with no scars
It's savage peace, not civil war
Another life taken, who's keeping score?
Build up the names we argue and praise
Secure every campus, keep wolves at bay
Stand on your values but guard what you say
Freedom of speech, the American way

From the smoke and the sirens let the truth be sung
Debate to enlighten, learn what's right from wrong
Justice ain't vengeance that bell's been rung
Take my body sure then my spirit goes on

Engage

Fear's the weapon behind the gun
Terror strikes and masses run
From fallen towers to the wars we fight
Headlines haunt us into the night
Policies written in the smoke and flame
Marchers in step while they call out names
Divide the crowd, control the stage
They write the script, we read the page
Terror guides the story told
Crowds grow timid when they kill the bold
Truth gets lost and people misled
Fear writes history, inked in red

I ain't there now but the beat still knocks
Tell the kids to hit the books not glocks
Talk is cheap, you watch those stocks
The mob goes wild when the bullet talks

I ain't there now but the beat still knocks
Tell the kids to hit the books not glocks
Spin this story from X to fox
The mob goes wild when the bullet talks

From the smoke and the sirens let the truth be sung
Debate to enlighten, learn what's right from wrong
Justice ain't vengeance that bell's been rung
Take my body sure then my spirit goes on

I ain't there now but the beat still knocks
Tell the kids to hit the books not glocks
Talk is cheap, you watch those stocks
The mob goes wild when the bullet talks
I ain't there now but the beat still knocks
Tell the kids to hit the books not glocks
Spin this story from X to fox
The mob goes wild when the bullet talks

Captain's log
Star date two nine seven three zero eight point one nine
This timeline has been
disrupted by a great disturbance in
What this planet's inhabitants call
Freedom of speech

Freedom of Speech

Chamber Music

Fatal Hesitation

Marcel was born in a hospital and became a child at a young age, showing much promise as a toddler, he was already illiterate in 3 languages before finishing elementary school. As a result of his relentless curiosity and lack of respect for social norms, he navigated successfully around receiving a formal education and entered into the work force in his teens, playing piano, performing magic tricks and stand-up comedy in exchange for money and respect.

Before reaching 20 he was already a regular at comedy clubs around Toronto, occasionally winning laughter and applause from his audience when not being booed off stage.

After working on a documentary film for a couple of magicians in China in 1999, he began to spend more time back in the motherland and became a bi-cultural jack of all trades and dabbled in many roles, taking part in everything from Beijing Music Festival to Magic shows on CCTV.

Working as a freelance creative meant he would take jobs ranging from writing to directing to acting to producing sound track for commercials and assorted video/audio projects... 

But above all, he is most proud of his work done out-side of the context of getting paid, when he writes ditties of music and songs for no purpose other than to capture a sliver of inspiration from muses who occasionally visit him in his waking dreams.

Freedom of Speech

WDTSF

Recent comments

Marcel Du Chimp

Related tracks