Esta canción está inspirada en María Fauro, la señora que limpiaba en la empresa  donde yo trabajaba y de la que tengo un entrañable recuerdo por su bondad y su coraje. Está dedicada a ella y, por extensión, a todas las mujeres de la limpieza, porque creo que no se valora su trabajo como se debería.

Hemos grabado dos versiones: en la de Carmen París se siente la fuerza y el coraje, mientras  que en la de Ana López Lorente destaca el cariño y la ternura. Y las dos están repletas de una entrega y sensibilidad que consiguen emocionar. Destacar, además, el piano de José Mª Berdejo, el chelo de Pablo Baleta, las guitarras de Nacho Abril y los “polvos mágicos” del ingeniero de sonido Juan Miguel Sánchez, del estudio de grabación Sin/Con Pasiones.

Para ver el video   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAj3gxkoExc

SEÑORA MARÍA (Versión de Carmen París. Para escuchar la versión de Ana López Lorente  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/senora-maria-feat-ana-lopez-lorente?si=8b319bf6318f449caa2593e6a0ec4c22&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Siempre agarrada a la escoba
cual si parte de ella fuera
siempre con cubo y fregona
día y noche compañeras.

Sus manos limpian el polvo
con destellos de ternura
que relumbran en sus ojos
rebosantes de amargura.

Estribillo 

Y es que no ha sido la vida
aquel camino de rosas
que soñara siendo niña
entre blancas mariposas

La vida a veces regala
sueños de miel al destino
pero otras muchas se ensaña
y de hiel riega el camino.

Señora María:
guerrera en la desgracia
que siempre se cobija
en su humilde morada.
Señora María:
¿dónde mana el coraje
que la mantiene viva
y le da tanto aguante? 
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Al despertar la mañana
la saludan las estrellas
la brisa besa su cara
ya marchita primavera.

Estribillo


Always clinging to the broom
as if part of her were
always with bucket and mop
day and night companions.

Her hands clean the dust
with flashes of tenderness
that shine in his eyes
brimming with bitterness

Chorus

And it is that life has not been
that path of roses
that she dreamed as a girl
between white butterflies

life sometimes gives away
honey dreams to destiny
but many others show
and gall waters the road.

Lady Maria:
warrior in misfortune
that she always shelters
in her humble abode.
Lady Maria:
where does the courage flow
that keeps her alive
and does it last that long?
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waking up in the morning
the stars greet her
the breeze from her kisses her face
already withered spring

Chorus

SEÑORA MARIA (Feat. Carmen París)

In Another Town

GENRE: DARK METAL/AMBIENT METAL/METAL FUSION
WRITTEN BY ORPHEUS VECTOR 
PRODUCED BY PRIMORDIUM 
VOCALS ROXY BLACK 
COVER ORPHEUS VECTOR 

Nothing Matters

NOTHING MATTERS

A distorted confession from the shadows...
Feed My Eyes dives into obsession, beauty, and the pain of seeing too much.

It’s raw, dark, and unapologetically human, somewhere between grunge and confession.

The story continues on YouTube, where Sophie and I bring every song to life:
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Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie

Verse
I feel the static
Crawling in my skin
A hollow hunger
Where do I begin
Feed my eyes
I can't see the truth
Lost in the shadows
Devoured by youth

[Chorus]
Feed my eyes
Feed my lies
Burn the stars
Watch the skies
Feed my eyes
Let me drown
Pull me up
Drag me down

[Verse 2]
Rust on my tongue
I taste decay
A thousand voices
All in disarray
Feed my eyes
Stitch the seams
The world is bleeding
Unraveling dreams

[Prechorus]
Hold me close
Push me away
I’m begging for night
I’m craving the day

[Chorus]
Feed my eyes
Feed my lies
Burn the stars
Watch the skies
Feed my eyes
Let me drown
Pull me up
Drag me down

[Bridge]
The mirror cracks
The smoke it curls
A broken man in a shattered world
Feed my eyes
But starve my soul
A bottomless pit
I lose control

Feed My Eyes

If there’s an answer

A song about seeing a beautiful girl dancing in a old 60s film of a music group playing in a studio and wondering what happened to her and if she found love.

*******  LYRICS ****
[Intro]
Strumming softly in the studio,
A song from days gone by,
In a flickering black and white video,
She caught my eye.

[Verse 1]
I saw a beautiful girl, dancing there,
In a crowded TV room, full of dreams and despair.
She twirled to the rhythm of a love song sweet,
A lost face  of the '60s, in her vintage dress,
The band played on, lost in their beat,
While the room spun around, she was no longer on her feet.

[Chorus]
Oh, the girl in black and white, where did you go?
Did happiness ever find you, or did the shadows grow?
In a moment frozen, you seemed so alone,
A haunting frame in a life unknown.

[Verse 2]
Did she find true love that night, in the gleam of the lights?
Or was she just a fan, lost in distant heights?
With hopes in her heart and dreams in her eyes,
Would the music sweep her away, or leave her in sighs?
I pondered her journey, her laughter and tears,
Did she dance through the seasons, or hide from her fears?

[Chorus]
Oh, the girl in black and white, where did you go?
Did happiness ever find you, or did the shadows grow?
In a moment frozen, you seemed so alone,
A haunting frame in a life unknown.

[Bridge]
If I had been there, would I have been that man?
The one who caught her eye, with a hopeful hand?
Could I have shared a dance, amidst fame and desire?
Or lost in the dream, would I fall to the fire?
We live in a world where time slips away,
But the feelings remain, in the lyrics we play.

[Verse 3]
I hope she found laughter and joy, day by day,
That the girl in the film had a bright, shining way.
No longer a silhouette in a frame of despair,
But a woman who conquered, with love in the air.
Though I never learned her name, I carry the spark,
Of a dancing queen lost in the song's sacred arc.

[Chorus]
Oh, the girl in black and white, where did you go?
Did happiness ever find you, or did the shadows grow?
In a moment frozen, you seemed so alone,
A haunting frame in a life unknown.

[Outro]
So here in the twilight, I play you my song,
For the girl of the past, where my thoughts now belong.
I wish you true joy, in each step that you take,
From a fan of a '60s pop band, for love's own sake.

The Girl In Black And White

Para escuchar la versión cantautor con Dazz Deva https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-despertar
Para Escuchar la version de blues con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-despertar-blues
Para escuchar la versión blues instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-despertar-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-despertar-version-original-ver-texto

Y DESPERTAR

Qué fáciles se ven las cosas 
cuando, a pesar de ser chiquillos,
algo extraño nos hace hombres
y nos arranca de ese sitio
que en realidad nos corresponde.

Intentamos que nuestra vida
sea una batalla latente
donde demostrar nuestro orgullo,
donde sólo existe el presente:
¡no importan pasado y futuro!.

Un día se te va la mano
y en soledad, al verte perdido,
recompones todo tu tiempo;
entonces ves que te has hundido,
que hay que empezar por los cimientos.

Y despertar 
de aquel sórdido mundo 
tan oscuro y profundo,
donde el miedo que sientes
se convierte en la muerte
de la voluntad.

Y despertar 
sin ver cientos de caras 
que no te dicen nada,
aunque sean reflejo
de tus mismos deseos,
de tu ansiedad.	

Qué hermoso es correr por el campo
en libertad, sin sentir muros
que te acotan el horizonte,
y se convierten en verdugos
de la ilusión todas las noches.

Y de pronto encontrarme libre,
frente a frente contigo, despierto...
no puedo creer que suceda;
por fin ha llegado el momento:
¡de nuevo la vida comienza! 

Y despertar
con el alma en tus brazos,
con el sol en lo alto,
dando vida a otros sueños
que cuando era pequeño
solía inventar.

Y despertar
en tu pecho desnudo,
descubriendo otro mundo,
contemplando en tus ojos
cómo nace el arroyo
de mi libertad.

And wake up

How easy things look
when, despite being children,
something strange makes us men
and it starts us from that place
that actually belongs to us.

We try our life
be a latent battle
where to show our pride,
where only the present exists:
Past and future don't matter!

One day you stumble and fall
and alone, seeing you lost,
you compose all your time;
then you see that you have sunk,
to start with the foundations.

And wake up
of that sordid world
so dark and deep,
where the fear you feel
turns into death
of will.

And wake up
without seeing hundreds of faces
that they don't tell you anything,
although they are reflection
of your own wishes,
of your anxiety.

How beautiful it is to run through the field
in freedom, without feeling walls
that narrow the horizon,
and they become executioners
of illusion every night.

And suddenly find myself free
face to face with you, awake ...
I can't believe it happens;
At last the time has come:
Life begins again!

And wake up
with the soul in your arms,
with the sun up high,
giving life to other dreams
that when I was little
used to invent.

And wake up
on your bare chest,
discovering another world,
contemplating in your eyes
how the stream is born
of my freedom.

Y despertar

A song written for the No Kings march held on October 18, 2025

Lyrics
[verse]
An old vet lays at the overpass.
Gallon of milk, by his head.
P.T.S.D… bites him fast.
While he sleeps on a concrete bed.

Ice! is forming everywhere.
Black, blue and camouflage.
Who they grab, they just don't care.
It's political sabotage.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
This king is fake!  tarnished bronze!
Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
We are America's pawns! America's pawns!


[verse]
Give the rich, more tax cuts.
Keepin' 'em happy is the goal.
You see, cheaters have no guts.
Nor do they have a soul.

When you need a little aid.
Some help up off the floor.
No matter how long you pray.
They always punish the poor.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
This king is fake!  tarnished bronze!
Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!


[verse]
Media spews worthless news.
Lies from corporate owners.
Pushing right-wing views.
Plus those of crooked donors.

They love their guns, it's crystal clear
While our kids get shot and bleed.
Losing power is their only fear.
Their DNA drips with greed.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
[background chanted] No Kings!

This king is fake! tarnished bronze!
[background chanted] No Kings!

Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
[background chanted] No Kings!

We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!


[solo: guitar]


[ chorus ]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
[background yelled] No Kings!

This king is fake! tarnished bronze!
[background yelled] No Kings!

Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
[background yelled] No Kings!

We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!

[all yell] No Kings!

Words written by Roger L. Smith
Music & Vocals by Suno.com

© Copyright Roger L. Smith & Ironically Insipid Records, 2025

America's Pawns (No Kings)

Story of Freedom

============================================

Uma conversa sobre a chuva com você
Uma conversa sobre qualquer coisa
Não porque boas conversas sejam raras
Ou porque a chuva dê preguiça

É que você olha nos meus olhos
De um jeito que ninguém mais olha

Ah, de um jeito que ninguém mais olha
Ah, de um jeito que ninguém mais olha

Tenho saudade de te ouvir tocar
E de uma conversa na calçada
Sorrir brincando de adivinhar
O dia da semana

Quando qualquer conversa faz sentido
O teu olhar no meu encontra abrigo
Contigo um segundo vale um dia
E todo som da tua boca é poesia

Quando me despeço e vou embora
Na memória os teus olhos sérios
Que se abrem de repente num sorriso

E te olhar de um jeito que ninguém mais olha
E te olhar de um jeito que ninguém mais olha

Eu devia ter ficado mais
Ou nunca mais ter ido embora
Ter te mostrado as minhas músicas

A cidade à noite na janela enquanto vou embora
A cidade à noite na janela enquanto vou embora
A cidade à noite na janela enquanto vou embora
A cidade à noite na janela enquanto vou embora

E te olhar de um jeito que ninguém mais olha
E te olhar de um jeito que ninguém mais olha

É que você olhava nos meus olhos
De um jeito que ninguém mais olha

===================================================

A conversation with you about the rain
A conversation about anything
Not because good conversations are rare
Or because the rain makes us lazy

It's because you look into my eyes
In a way that no one else does

Ah, in a way that no one else does
Ah, in a way that no one else does

I miss hearing you play
And a conversation on the sidewalk
Smiling while playing at guessing
The day of the week

When conversations about anything makes sense
Your gaze finds shelter in mine
With you a second is worth a day
And every sound from your mouth is poetry

When I say goodbye and leave
In my memory your serious eyes
That suddenly open in a smile

And to look at you in a way that no one else does
And to look at you in a way that no one else does

I should have stayed longer
Or never have left at all
I should have showed you my songs

The city at night in the window as I leave
The city at night in the window as I leave
The city at night in the window as I leave
The city at night in the window as I leave

And to look at you in a way that no one else does
And to look at you in a way that no one else does

It's because you used look into my eyes
In a way that no one else does

Sobre a chuva - vivo - 06-12-2025

Happy Pop/Rock song to dance to. Lonely guy singing to the girl of his dreams.

Sobre a chuva - vivo - 06-12-2025

André Torii

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