Final Breath

Some loose ends that came together all at the same time. Mostly short tracks, brief and repetitive moments. It's when I began, then, trying to write and be an artist I used to be.

Began then

Airlight

Para escuchar la versión con Hugo Iglesias Olmos  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/en-la-otra-orilla-feat-hugo-iglesias-olmos

En la otra orilla

En la orilla del dolor
sólo tienen frustración
y el anhelo de un mundo mejor.

En la orilla del placer
todo es poco hasta ser
el más fuerte y el que tenga el poder.

Estribillo

Desde la orilla se ve el fulgor
de la riqueza aupada en neón
que nutre la fe y la ilusión.
Todos se echan a la mar
porque piensan que tendrán
por fin un lugar para soñar.

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No se entiende que huir
del infierno es seguir
el instinto de sobrevivir.

Estribillo

Y se tienen que aguantar
si los quieren explotar
los mismos que los quieren echar.

On the other shore

On the shore of pain
they only have frustration
and the longing for a better world.

On the shore of pleasure
everything is too little until you are
the strongest and the one who has the power.

Chorus

From the shore you can see the glow
of wealth boosted in neon
that nourishes faith and illusion.
Everyone sets out to sea
because they think they will
finally have a place to dream.

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It is not understood that fleeing
from hell is following
the instinct to survive.

Chorus

And they have to put up with
if they want to exploit them
the same people who want to throw them out.

En La Otra Orilla

https://open.spotify.com/track/10DcXhF6LN0jE3yLslyU4W?si=f6fac0f3cfa84a5c

first i start jazzy, then funky then reggae jazz and then a house interlude and back to funky reggae jazz :)

Forget Me Not

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Forget Me Not (instrumental)

Vocals, Keyboards, Drum Programming - Will Montgomery
Guitar, Bass, Bkg Vocals - Spencer Broschard
Bkg Vocals - Julie Lavery

Written & Produced by Will Montgomery

Out of Step

A little something I made out of Twitter/X Conversations and a companion for Foul-Mouthed Parrot regarding the present situation in the UK.

Lyrics:

Not much could be any clearer
I'm surrounded by a bunch of retards
Because i'm in a house of mirrors

It's plain to anybody who reads
/bin/true is the Sun Tzu
Of POSIX commands
It does nothing and succeeds

Captain Kirk is suave and debonair
I was there the day he limped the curl in his hair
I'd follow him to hell and back
But i wish he'd just stop going there

Muad'Dib is a Fremen Reepicheep
A man once dug a legal hole too deep
By cloning a massive succulent sheep
He was unjustly levied massive fines
For transporting testicles across state lines

I applied to be the priestess's familiar
At the ketamine pentagram
Having been sumptuously prepared
I sallied forth and declared
I've gone for the gendarmerie madame

She invitingly said, come as you are
But be mindful that nobody likes reverse centaur

The hiring manager with necklace impearled 
Said lets get down to brass tacks
We need the kind of guy 
Who shows up uninvited to the underworld
And then complains to Hades about the lack of snacks

I told her that when I seriously reflect on
How irritating inconsistency can be
I measure out my net positive effect to 
About as useful as someone gold-plating a tree
She said you'll do fine, you'll soon-enough see

Assume spherical cows are rational actors
And a number of other simplifying factors

During these very odd days of potential strife 
I found myself questioning
Is a nut pick generally
A Southern grandma's swiss army knife
A Venn circle diagram of this phrase
Gets us into a weird area
As the coppers rode the tram to the site of the blaze
Perhaps it's all just a cultural hysteria

Middle-tier’s a mirage 
Luxury floats, the bottom scrapes, and the middle gets juiced
It does little good to ape Nigel Farage
More direct methods are needed when hell is loosed

The protesters' tract had on its cover
"Intellectual hipsterism for compulsive contrarians."
And our boys had begun to have read they discovered
Its contents were spastically argumentarian
And tended to passively malign
By preferring von Neumann to Einstein

A sign on the road said
This is the locus of paranoia
There's something uniquely evil about a gas pump that plays ads twenty-four-seven
The fellows who devised that aren't going to heaven
Their contraption felt about as cheerful as the Garroted Man by Goya

Every generation thinks they invented sex 
And utterly futile arbitrary political violence
A nasty looking crowd was rattling the fence
At the edge of the beastly infotainment complex

When all roads are crooked, none are
But these fellows in the middle of the street were taking it too far
Or as they say in England, Allahu Akbar
They were out this fine morning to protest
In support of the man who'd genetically engineered the best
Mutton from Brighton to Brest

I wanted to jump in and attack the throng
But being too early is the same as being wrong

By following the advice of my uniformed cute little bird
I directed to circle the wagons and shoot inward

She screechingly directed the troops 
But they fell short of breaching the barrier
Ask a woman their pronouns
If you don't like their fashion sense
They'll coldly try harder if not merrier

A struggling lunatic raved out clear
If you need some cringe shock therapy, I'm here for you bro
As the lieutenant drew herself up like a pro
Her assailant exclaimed
Where'd her tits go
She fired back Sir, you are in love with a brassiere.

We gradually defeated this truculent horde 
Only to subsequently find
Cassowaries on our left, kangaroos on our right
And the Angel of Death behind

Captain Planet he's our hero
Gonna take the TFR to zero
And after the few have undertaken to bury our bones
They'll finally speak truth about the Georgia Guidestones

My sense of humor, bleak though it be
Saw me through the stress of that misery
Comes meus fuit in illo miserrimo tempore

ŠeššEšrā

Or As They Say In England, Allahu Akbahr (عام سَعيد Version)

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A song in Spanish about all the broken dreams we can go through in our lives. Specially when it is difficult to start over.

¿DÓNDE VAN LOS SUEÑOS?

The Silent Giant

I sometimes miss when things were more simple

OLD MAN BOOGIE (Alfonso Llorente)

Meecho Bandz - Woman Follow [♤]

Just another old one man band unsigned musician who sings and plays a little guitar, bass & drums and fools around on the piano; expert in writing songs that usually disappear with the wind, and in composing musical flops.  Folks say that I´m a composer, but I think they´re wrong: I just download the music I hear and feel in the atmosphere and give it back to the people. I don´t do a living from music; I ´m an attorney and horse breeder who gets noisy when I download the music I hear and feel.Thanks for checking out my page and listening the noise I´ve been doing for the past 50 and so years when I get musical.  I´m based in Bogotá, Colombia, and always open to do collabs.

OLD MAN BOOGIE (Alfonso Llorente)

ALFONSO LLORENTE SARDI