Very nicely executed indeed. There is a lot going on here, but it never feels cluttered. Instruments are well placed, very professional sounding. Congrats sir :)

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Sundial Time

I've Been Up I've Been Down

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Racine

Racine!(improdemo)

will.aO Tunes | Fusion P4 (Session 5 on YouTube)

"New music! 🎹🥁🎷🎸 Decided to delve a little more into GarageBand's (GB's) loop library and incorporate some of them into these tunes...certainly don't regret it! #funksoul #jazzfusion"

• Part 1 - Zestful
• Part 2 - Euphoric

All music in this recording is the original work of William Ahiahonu.
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will.aO Tunes Originals Vol. 1

Fusion P4 (V104 - Zestful / V105 - Euphoric)

some birds leave and won‘t come back. about the questions and feelings that come when a person you knew decided to go. it’s not perfect but comes directly from the heart, hope you get the feeling and I hope to help other people express their feelings..

birdsflyaway - phonedemo

Honeyfuzz

SUICIDA

Antes que caiga el día
Negaré mis sueños suicidas

Solo son bromas mías
Apuntarme a la sien entre risas

No habrá Señor de la Guerra que venda
Todo el amor que precisas

Tú y tus diarios secretos
Yo y mis canciones colgadas en las redes

Puedo abrirme más el pecho
Puedo apretar más fuerte los dientes

Puedo apretar más fuerte los dientes
Voy a dejar de probar suerte

En los versos mis secretos
Con mis silencios, mis poetas muertos

Todo en el mismo agujero
Mi madriguera con colchones en el suelo

La luz

SUICIDA

Sur un texte de Christian Portet
(translation above)

JEAN-MARC
 

À toi, Jean-Marc, mon vieil ami
Du temps des amours d' écoliers
Emplies de rêves qu' on lit aussi
Auxquelles on s’est identifiés

À toi, Jean-Marc, mon cher copain
Du temps des amours devinées
Et qui épatent les anciens
Parce qu'on se les est inventées

À toi Jean-Marc mon camarade
Du temps des amours rigolades
Où le baiser est moquerie
Où la caresse est fourberie

Refrain :
À toi, Jean-Marc, mon cher Jean-Marc
Du temps béni des amours mortes
Quand t’es venu de la capitale
Pour n’aimer que des provinciales

À toi, Jean-Marc, mon vieux copain
Du temps des amours incertaines
Ou l’on rigole de tout de rien
On voit une fill’ on la fait sienne

À toi Jean-Marc dans cette classe
Quand l'amour semble dégueulasse
Parce qu’on n’voit pas, qu’on ne sait pas
Qu’on croit qu'l'amour ne viendra pas

À toi, Jean-Marc, jeune écolier
Du temps des amours méritées
Parce que nous étions les premiers
Dans notre classe à en parler
(refrain)

Était-ce vrai, mon pote Jean-Marc,
Ces  histoires insensées de femmes ?
Était-ce pour le souvenir
Ou pour les mots à ne pas dire ?

Était-ce vrai l'ami Jean-Marc
Tes fragiles amourettes de gosse
Tes tendres et doux baisers précoces
Ainsi que tes rancunes amères ?

Était-ce un gros bobard, Jean-Marc,
Que t'aurais connu avant moi
L'intimité du toi et moi
Ou était-ce une image de marque ?
(refrain)

Paroles de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 14 décembre 2022

JEAN-MARC
 
To you, Jean-Marc, my old friend
From the time of schoolboy loves
Filled with dreams that we also read
With which we identified ourselves

To you, Jean-Marc, my dear friend
From the time of guessed loves
And that amaze the old ones
Because we invented them

To you, Jean-Marc, my comrade
From the time of funny loves
Where the kiss is mockery
Where the caress is deceit

Refrain :
To you, Jean-Marc, my dear Jean-Marc
Of the blessed time of dead loves
When you came from the capital
To love only provincials

To you, Jean-Marc, my old friend
From the time of uncertain loves
When we laugh about everything and nothing
You see a girl you make her your own

To you Jean-Marc in this class
When love seems disgusting
I'm not sure what to do, I'm not sure what to do
And you think love won't come

To you, Jean-Marc, young schoolboy
From the time of deserved love
Because we were the first ones
In our class to talk about it
(refrain)

Was it true, my friend Jean-Marc,
These senseless stories of women?
Was it for the memory
Or for the words not to say?

Was it true, my friend Jean-Marc
Your fragile love affairs as a child
Your tender and sweet early kisses
As well as your bitter resentments?

Was it a big lie, Jean-Marc,
That you would have known before me
The intimacy of you and me
Or was it a brand name?
(refrain)

Words by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, December 14, 2022

Jean-Marc (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic)

Lyrics:
[Part MOVED TO US"]
  The Day you moved to us
  Was the way - you found your trust - in us
  A bumblebee - with disability
  Born without wings - and so fragility

[Part "HOT DAY"]
  On that day it was so hot
  As i bent down to her - she's got - "my heart"
  There is no way - to survive in this heat
  As she crawled helpless - and alone on the street

[Part "FOUND AND TAKE WITH ME"]
  As she crawled onto my hands - so quickly
  I took her in the car - and  take her with me
  I guess i never understood - that the feelings she could give me 
  Would be as - great as her pain - she’s born so sickly 

[Part "FEEDING AND TRAINING"]
  I just put treacle on some sponges
  And drizzled with honey - she began - to lick with fondness
  I teach her how to climb up high - on a stem towards to the sky 
  Training to strengthen her legs - had commenced

[Part "CLIMB THE FLOWERS"]
  And you began to climb the stem
  Hoping that you will find them
  The blossoms of your dreams
  At least that's how it seems
  That she didn't forget - her native tongue - "i guess"

[Part "MEET THE BEES]
  Climb up to the blossom - at the top 
  I hope you find some sweet - nectar drops 
  The bees which fly with care - you will met up there 
  Tell them which pollen - are the best to gather here
 
[Part "FANCY MELODY"]
  Little bumble bee - without wings 
  Dance the sunlight melody - when she sings 
  The song 'bout redolance - and the joy of this life
  She's dances for us - so grateful to be alive 

[Part "CHOSEN FOR US"]
  When you stepped into our life 
  Was the point we realized 
  How precious it is - to found someone to trust
  You have carefully considered - and chosen for us

[Part "COMMUNICATE"]
  You was pretty god at knowing
  What you want to eat - with the flowers and blossoms
  She had a personality -trying communicate with me
  And i'd be like - "What are you try ing to tell me?"

[Part "MUSIC"]
  She likes nice music - i think
  Vibrations of our voices - when we sing 
  She would listen to that sound
  Whenever we're around
  It really - calmed her down 

[Part "THE EYES"]
  The bees flying their rounds - when she dance
  With the bittersweeting sound - of buzzing wings 
  Her pair of large - compound eyes
  Which covers - much of her surface
  Makes her smile - and let the world embrace


[PART [Happy Ending The Waggle Dance]
  'Come on, let's do the waggle dance
  Dance the figure eight and clap your hands
  Put your heads into the blossoms to taste the sweet honey
  Is much better than be lonesome without wasting any money

  Fly! little bee jump off on my knee
  I fly you through the galaxy
  Through the garden of lilys, roses and lavender
  I ride with you together from april 'til september

  Between and above there are three simple eyes
  Which are able to provide information of the light
  The lovely waggle dancing bumblebee 
  Crawls close to our hearts - in full intensity
  
  The wisdom she has gained has spent her time again
  Throw off your load of the day and do the waggledance again
  We're all will dance through the day and night 
  We're all are fight for the waggledance right
  
  Without any confession without any professsion 
  The bumblebee will teach us, the waggledance lesson
  Thirty days to live is a lot quite short
  But it's long enough for you and me to fell in love

  We don't need any wings we don't feel any shame
  We're all want to dance and we're all want the same
  We're all are equal - we're all feel the gain
  'Come on - let's do the waggle dance again
  
  Fin:
  And when she flies in her dreams - into the wide open sky
  The sun warms her body and she began to cry
  The scents are carried through the air and the heat
  All that we need,.. is the waggledance beat

A Bumblebee With Disability (Waggledance Demo Acoustic)

A Neon light , Late night train   
I’m caught in the rain, Midnight station
And my poor heart , On the line
So give me a sign, Our situation
But all I have is this feeling
Everything I love is up this time
I need you here this evening
Both of our hearts are down the line
Riding on midnight train
Way on down the line
I hope to see
Sleeping on a midnight train
Hoping, maybe you’ll, Be there for me
A million souls pass me by
A blink of the eye
No sensation
Hear your words one last time
Here in my mind
My salvation

But all I have is this feeling
Everything I love is up this time
I need you here this evening
All of our hearts are on the line

Riding on midnight train
Way on down the line
I hope to see
Sleeping on a midnight train
Hoping, maybe you’ll
Be there for me

Midnight Train (Midnight Station)

A Canadian Jazz Fusion, Funk & Soul musician with Ghanaian heritage. Here to share my own music, appreciate the music of others, and create a musical community through an independent label.

Fusion P4 (V104 - Zestful / V105 - Euphoric)

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