This is a marriage proposal song, I hope you like my sound.

Marry Me

Inhibitions on Exhibition

Bolraida

seed of this beat
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DCe1wNXPSTB/   ✨

YT video:
https://youtu.be/9lfyll7_oUk


Haciendo khe

What if all the billionaires were suddenly bankrupt? In this song, they gather in a bar and suffer from being poor.
GERMAN:
Was wäre, wenn all die Milliardäre auf einmal Pleite wären? In diesem Song versammeln sie sich in einer Bar und leiden am arm sein.

Pleite

Para escuchar la versión cantada por Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira
Para escuchar la versión original https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-ac

Y ME PARECE MENTIRA

Te veo y no lo puedo creer:

detengo mis ojos en tu cara

intentando encontrar la mirada

que ayer tanto me hizo padecer

y descubro al instante el presente

que penetra con fuerza en mi mente

destrozando tu imagen de ayer.


Te observo y no consigo entender:

creía reciente aquel verano

salpicado de amores tempranos

teniendo la luna como juez

y la llama de mis ilusiones

que forjó mis primeras canciones

en los más profundo de mi ser.


Comparo, y me parece mentira, 

la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

todavía conservo el perfume

de aquellas mañanas de estío

y el sabor amargo del desprecio

socavando el alma de un crío.


Recuerdo y soy tu esclavo otra vez:

navego en los mares de tus ojos

inundando la noche de gozo

sembrando esperanza por mi piel

pero arribo a tu puerto y zozobro

y mi gozo se torna en sollozos 

al oír que no hay nada que hacer.


Comparo, y me parece mentira,
 
la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

¿quién no guarda la risa o el llanto

de aquel primer beso de ensueño?

risa para el que apuró buen vino

llanto el que brindó con veneno.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE A LIE

I see you and I can't believe it:

I fix my eyes on your face

trying to find the gaze

that made me suffer so much yesterday

and I instantly discover the present

which penetrates my mind with force

shattering your image of yesterday.

I watch you and I can't understand:

I thought that summer was recent

spattered with early loves

having the moon as my judge

and the flame of my dreams

that forged my first songs

in the depths of my being.

I compare, and it seems like a lie,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

I still retain the scent

of those summer mornings

and the bitter taste of contempt

undermining the soul of a child.

I remember and I am your slave again:

I sail the seas of your eyes

flooding the night with joy

sowing hope through my skin

but I arrive at your port and capsize

and my joy turns to sobs

when I hear there's nothing to be done.

I compare, and it seems untrue,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

Who doesn't remember the laughter or the tears

of that first dreamy kiss?

Laughter for the one who drank good wine

Crying for the one who toasted with poison.

Y me parece mentira

Produced by Andrew Adkins
Recorded at Electrahead Media - Nashville, TN

All instruments performed by Andrew Adkins
Music and Lyrics by Andrew Adkins
© 2022 Andrew R. Adkins/Whiskey Begonias (ASCAP)

A Revolver In The Field

24. Los Condenados

Midnight Sun Society – Original Guitar-Driven Music with a Live Studio Soul ⚡

Welcome to Midnight Sun Society — a private collection of original music blending raw electric guitar, bass, and live vocals with atmospheric synths, MIDI drums, and cinematic orchestration. Every track is crafted to feel like a live session, recorded with Cubase, UAD Apollo Solo, Focusrite, Arturia Analog Lab, and the BBC Symphony Orchestra.

From dark grooves to radiant instrumentals, this channel is a sonic journey through modern rock, ambient textures, and post-cinematic soundscapes.

Merlin In The Maze

The build up to an horrific event and the slow recovery to normality

Echoes of Malice

F*ck

A remixed and longer version of Mosquito Bite

Oh I get so many problems
And they cut me up inside
It don’t matter what I do
They get on up and ride my mind
Consume my time
There is no end
I see no sign
I gotta fix them
I gotta fix these problems
I gotta fix them
and clear my mind

One more mosquito bite
A problem for me to fight
One more mosquito bite
That soon, soon, soon will be gone
will be gone
it will be gone

It seems there’s no solution
I cannot sleep at night
next day is all confusion
and so I feel like I’m unreal
Like I’m not there
I fall asleep
inside my chair
I’m in a hole now
No way to go now
I wanna get out
And clear my mind

A problem aired is a problem shared
A problem aired is a problem shared
Mosquito
Mosquito
Mosquito bite
One more mosquito bite
A problem for me to fight

One more mosquito bite
A problem for me to fight
One more mosquito bite
That soon, soon, soon will be gone
will be gone
it will be gone

Dance With Me

Mosquito Bite

Mosquito Bite (Ext Mix)

Andrew Adkins doesn’t chase the spotlight—he bends it. Based in East Nashville, just across the river from the neon bustle of Broadway, Adkins has been quietly carving out one of the more intriguing catalogs in modern underground rock. A shapeshifter by design and a lifer by default, he’s the kind of artist whose work doesn’t just sound like something—it feels lived-in, dreamt-up, and a little haunted.

Before going solo, Adkins cut his teeth in a pair of promising, combustible bands. The first was Mellow Down Easy, a swampy blues-rock trio signed to Dualtone Records. The second—Lions for Real—was a gritty-stomp fever dream that burned bright, got picked up by Ryan Gosling’s boutique label, Werewolf Heart Records, and flamed out just as fast. Instead of chasing the next hype cycle, Adkins turned inward.

Since 2013, he’s released a string of solo albums that refuse to play by genre rules—blending dusty Americana with neo-psychedelia, cracked singer-songwriter confessionals with off-kilter rock & roll. His songs don’t so much follow a formula as they unspool like strange little films: vivid, unsettling, and beautiful in the weirdest places. His music has found its way into film and TV (Peacock, Lionsgate Films, Netflix, Hulu, Paramount+, CBS), yet he’s managed to sidestep the machine—remaining defiantly independent and idiosyncratic.

Adkins has shared bills with names like Sturgill Simpson, Lainey Wilson, Cage the Elephant, and Billy Joe Shaver, but don’t mistake him for a scene-hopper—he’s part of the same lineage. The strange ones. The uncompromising ones. The ones who never quite fit into the box but built their own corners of the map instead. Andrew Adkins is an artist obsessed with the craft, allergic to trends, and hell-bent on making music that hits the gut and the weird part of the brain. In a town obsessed with polish, he’s still chasing something raw.