J O R D I

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times...
A dystopian surf anthem, funky end of summer banger, Blue Coast drips with razor sharp riffs and biting social commentary. This one's for the dreamers and the schemers looking to get paid.

Palm trees! / We got orange groves
Surf big waves / Tech bros and hoes
We got VC! / Crashing Bentleys
iPhones — shattered screens / Green tea — ice creams

Blue Coast

Texte Français et Google Traduction

LES VRAIS DU FAUX
Ils ont beau dire, ils ont beau faire
Tous leurs sourires sont à l’envers
Beaucoup de trop, et çà se voit
Se sentant haut tant ils s'y croient.
Sous apparence vivent au-dessus
Dans l'insolence voir même plus
Jouant les meilleurs se sentant beaux
En rois de coeur, qui sonnent faux
Riant de tout, même pas marrant
Quand on s’en fout complètement
Ils s’intéressent sans écouter
Et puis ils laissent tout çà tomber.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Ils congratulent dans le mépris,
Nous prennent pour nuls et puis aussi
Sans de scrupule en font leurs vies.
En tête de rang, la bonne place
Tous les gênants ils les déplacent
Se faisant grand  ils les remplacent.
L'hypocrisie en bandoulière
Car çà aussi ils savent la faire
Ils continuent, se croyant fort
Tout au-dessus, voir plus encore.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Tout çà se voit et on le sent 
Alors pourquoi perdre son temps
Laissons tomber une fois pour toute
Plus les garder sur notre route.
Car peu importe, faut avancer
Fermant  nos portes, les oublier
Laissons les dirent, laissons les faire
Prendre un soupir à l'ordinaire
Sentiments sains, bons ressentis
Pour que demain, saine soit la vie.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

THE TRUES FROM THE FALSE

No matter what they say, no matter what they do
All their smiles are upside down
Too many, and it shows
Feeling high as they believe in it.
Under appearance live above
In insolence see even more
Playing the best feeling beautiful
In kings of hearts, who ring false
Laughing at everything, not even funny
When we don't care at all
They are interested without listening
And then they drop it all.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

They congratulate in contempt,
Take us for rubbish and then too
Unscrupulously make their lives out of it.
At the head of the row, the right place
All the troublesome ones they move them
Making themselves big they replace them.
Hypocrisy on the shoulder
Because that too they know how to do
They continue, believing themselves strong
All above, even more.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

All this can be seen and felt 
So why waste your time
Let's give up once and for all
No longer keep them on our way.
Because it doesn't matter, you have to move forward
Closing our doors, forgetting them
Let them say it, let them do it
Take a sigh at the ordinary
Healthy feelings, good feelings
So that tomorrow, life will be healthy.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

LES VRAIS DU FAUX



Vamos allá, esto va a comenzar
En el juego del amor
Todos buscamos ganar nuestra partida
Pero en este ganan dos 
Tú me dijiste que no
Que no irías conmigo a aquel lugar
Sentí ésta no es la mía
Luego el tiempo pasó 
Entré de nuevo en otra partida
Y allí conseguí ver tu luz
Comenzamos muy bien
Cambié mi estrategia para la vida
Y llegamos los dos
Tú me dijiste que no
Que no irías conmigo a aquel lugar
Sentí que esa no era la mía
Vamos avanzando, esto por fin marcha
En el juego del amor
Todos buscamos ganar nuestra partida
Pero en este ganan dos
Si caes, consiste en levantarse de nuevo, volver a intentarlo


Let's go, this is about to begin
In the game of love
We all seek to win our game
But in this one, two win
You told me no
That you wouldn't go with me to that place
I felt like this wasn't mine
Then time passed
I entered another game again
And there I managed to see your light
We started off very well
I changed my strategy for life
And we both arrived
You told me no
That you wouldn't go with me to that place
I felt like this wasn't mine
We're moving forward, this is finally working out
In the game of love
We all seek to win our game
But in this one, two win
If you fall, it's about getting up again, trying again

The game - lyrics by Javier Cordón

July 1st, 2025 & we wish you a Happy Summer! Thank you for listening & supporting indie artists.
Lyrics & Vocal Melody by Kate Stanton
Music Production by Thomas Mierkiewicz @user-297959700 Lemonbrew 7/1/2025

There’s a monster beneath the bed
And it runs and it comes right out of my head

“You are weak" — so take a week
I could never tell...
'Til I walked straight out of that bed
Took my time, some words were said
Follow me, follow me

[Verse 2]
There’s a wonder beneath the skin
It’s wild, & it slips right out of my hands

“Come to me, while you are weak”
I’ll never tell...
'Til I walked straight out of that hell
It took some time, minced words as well
Ba dah dee eh, bah da de…dum

Dumb!

Chorus

Bah da da da da da dah dum

There’s a way, there’s a way
You can help everyone

Right in the heat of the sun
In the heat of the sun
There’s a lie where the pulse says it rises and falls

Right through the heat of the sun
Yeah, the heat of the sun...

Verse 3

There’s a silence beneath the scream

And it hums like a thread through every dream

“You are me” — it whispered deep

I could never tell...

'Til I met it under the bed

Spoke its name in words unsaid

Sing with me, sing with me


Heat of the Sun

A song against fascism in America (and around the world)
Check out the music video! It's not a dull political lecture - it's fun, I promise!
https://youtu.be/ljzN-jlpQoY

No Kings for Me

I will not bow
My knees will not bend
There are no kings for me

I will not yield
Send your goon squads back to hell
There are no kings for me

How did the worst of us rise to the top?
Degenerates and hypocrites
The ugliest Americans
They won't depart you if you're white
And love is their kryptonite

Now I am a vagabond in their stupid eyes
But this vagabond is free
Here's how it goes:
A coup by twisted billionaire bros
But there are no kings for me

I'll hide my face
From their dark surveillance state
I'll piss on their graves
You'll see
Their fear hate and lies
And lies and lies and lies
I've built up immunity

How did the worst of us get to decide
That we support murderers and genocide?
Better watch your step because
Here come the masked American thugs

I will not kiss
Your gangster ostentatious ring
There are no kings for me
Your time is up
Your fascist dream is crumbling
The vagabonds sing "we are free"

And why do the worst of us hate us so much?
I never hated them until
They bowed down to the antichrist
They chose their path to hell
I wish that I could wish them well

No I will not bow
My knees will not bend
There are no kings for me
I will not yield
Send your goon squads back to hell
There are no kings for me

No Kings for Me

NOW I’M READY FOR YOUR LOVE 
FOR YOUR HANDS FROM UP ABOVE 
I WANT YOU TO TOUCH ME
AND  MAKE ME FEEL …  SOMETHING

CAUSE I’M NOT THERE ANYMORE, 
THE MAN YOU USED TO KNOW
THE TABLES HAVE TURNED
AN EMPTY HAND … IS WHAT I HAVE             
WITH THE DAMAGE AT HAND

THIS LITTLE BOY BLUE DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO                           
IF I GET A CHANCE, IT’S YOU I’LL CHOOSE
I WANT YOU TO TOUCH ME
AND  MAKE ME FEEL  SOMETHING
I WANT YOU TO TOUCH ME
AND  MAKE ME FEEL …  
AND  MAKE ME FEEL SOMETHING
CAUSE THIS LITTLE BOY BLUE 
DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
PLEASE TELL ME WHAT TO DO

Little Boy Blue (Rough demo)

runnin from the wolves

It's not a mind-blowing track or anything. But it’s perfect for when you're cleaning the kitchen, watering your jungle of houseplants, or stepping out of the bathroom mid-getting-ready dance routine. Maybe it’s playing while you’re cruising to the club or hitting the road for a vacation.
The rolling bass might just put a little bounce in your step and a grin on your face.
And hey — if it does, that would honestly make my day.

don't get me wrong

ode to you (reggae-quicky)

washed away

Meditation Vibration

take me home

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRigh

The Trump Files

does she know

Quote Tante Meli: https://soundcloud.com/tante-meli
....something very different - i know :D

DIE GLUT means "the glow" (of fire)
my thoughts behind it were the great good mood when we jumped over almost burned down fires when we were kids. jumping was always a sign of being "brave". although it was never really dangerous ;D

whole translation:
I'M JUMPING OVER THE GLOW
JUST BECAUSE I'M ABLE TO -
I HAVE COURAGE

german:

ICH SPRINGE ÜBER DIE GLUT
WEIL ICH ES KANN
ICH HABE MUT

Die Glut (Dance Remix)

ready to die

suddenly

We Are not alone. Or?

SoundTrack - Also on YouTube with a short clip ..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_fb5Af5LDE

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We Are not alone - with a short clip on YouTube

COUNT YOUR HORSES COZ’ NIGHT IS COMING
DON’T LET THEM GO ASTRAY
IN THEIR SLEEP THEY JUST  MIGHT GO MISSING
AND YOU’LL NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN
YOU MAY NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN

GUARD THE STABLES ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
KEEP YOUR LOVED ONES BY YOUR SIDE
WITH THOSE WEAPONS YOU CAN WIN THE FIGHT
WITH YOUR LOVED ONES BY YOUR SIDE

HOW DID IT ALL COME TO THIS? 
HOW COULD WE LET IT COME TO THIS?
ARE YOU STILL WITH ME?

GUARD THE STABLES ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
KEEP YOUR LOVED ONES BY YOUR SIDE
WITH THOSE WEAPONS YOU CAN WIN THE FIGHT
WITH YOUR LOVED ONES BY YOUR SIDE

GUARD THE STABLES ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
MAKE SURE WE’LL BE ALRIGHT
WITH OUR WEAPONS WE CAN WIN THE FIGHT
WITH OUR LOVED ONES BY OUR SIDE, BY OUR SIDE

Count Your Horses (Night Is Coming)

All rights reserved 9/25/2025

We used to know how to read a room
Knew exactly what to say…
Now we’re divin in too deep
Never losing any sleep
in the bed we made

We used to take the time 
To see another point of view 
Now we toe another line
Like a party to a crime
In the bed we made…

Driving home
so alone
the streets on fire
Winding down
to the sound
it seems so dire

Why did you have to come around
as if you’ve made some kind of grade
My ears don't want to hear 
Now would you please just disappear
in the bed we made

Driving home
so alone
the streets on fire
Winding down
to the sound
it seems so dire

J O R D I

Andy Bushell