Remembered

Para escuchar la versión instrumental original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/recuerdos-de-africa
Para escuchar el boceto original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/boceto-cine-4

RECUERDOS DE ÁFRICA

Pies descalzos en la arena 
que arde como el fuego;
un tambor calmado suena
e invita al sosiego;
en el cielo brilla el sol
y su luz tiene especial resplandor.

Niños ríen en su juego
con mirada sabia;
un anciano grita el ruego
con dolor y rabia;
poco a poco entendí
la vida allí.

Estribillo

África, sueño que no se olvida
África, llena de luz y de vida
al sentir tu latir ya resuena tu voz.

África, madre que ve con tristeza
África, cómo esquilman su riqueza
y se van sin dejar más que desolación. 

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Aunque hoy estoy ausente
no me fui del todo
en mi piel está presente
tu dorado polvo
un susurro que jamás
se va a borrar.

Estribillo

MEMORIES OF AFRICA

Bare feet on the sand
that burns like fire;
a calm drum beats
and invites calm;
the sun shines in the sky
and its light has a special brilliance.

Children laugh in their game
with wise eyes;
an old man cries out his prayer
with pain and rage;
little by little I understood
life there.

Chorus

Africa, a dream that is not forgotten
Africa, full of light and life
when I feel your heartbeat, your voice already resonates.

Africa, a mother who watches with sadness
Africa, how they plunder her wealth
and leave, leaving nothing but desolation.

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Although I am absent today,
I am not completely gone
on my skin is present
your golden dust
a whisper that will never
be erased.

Chorus

Recuerdos de África

The orchestrated version of The Dark Sun, which is my favorite track from the original album. The whole vibe of this track is to make it sound like a credits roll song from a sci-fi/action movie, and I believe that's exactly what it sounds like. This is a mix of orchestra with Darkwave - another genre I'm starting to explore more. One of the lengthiest tracks, but trust me when I tell you there's a great payoff for those who listen to it until the end.

Thank you and enjoy.

The Dark Sun (Orchestrated)

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all acoustic & distorted lead guitar
Eric created: all drum, bass, ambient & Synth
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Reminiscing

"Jah Bamba - Original Album Version" - Latin pop song composed, written and performed by Canadian singer François Marius.

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** Credits:
- Music Composed, Written & Lyrics by François Marius ©
- Vocals & Guitars By François Marius & Bérénice
- Bass & Drums By François Marius
- Rolling Stone's #12 Artist to Discover the Global Vibes of Reggae:  https://es.rollingstone.com/arg-reggae-mundial-20-artistas-para-descubrir/

** Press Releases:
- François Marius captures hearts with irresistible pop charm in “Gone She Gone” ; https://honkmagazine.com/francois-marius-captures-hearts-with-irresistible-pop-charm-in-gone-she-gone/
- François Marius sets the dancefloor ablaze with his latest single “No Regrets At All”: https://honkmagazine.com/francois-marius-sets-the-dancefloor-ablaze-with-his-latest-single-no-regrets-at-all/

Jah Bamba - Original Album Version

Where has my city gone?
Where is my trip in the sun?
Wait, should I have begun?
Got to leave where you're from?

Where is my fantasy?
Where is my hope for much more?
Take your false sliding doors.
I'll hold out for some more.

Out of the valley, alone, into hinterland frozen.
Oh, my arms are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Off with my head.
As the sun passes over the trees.
I'll ride on the in breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where are my city streets?
Where is my blanket for cold?
One day I will be old.
And, I doubt that I'll know.

What can I say?
I'm just drifting around in the sea.
No ideas to seed.
In the absence of need.

Out of the valley, away, into hinterland broken.
All my alms for the poor.
My horizon is sure.
Off with my head.
Down the river; 
Flows on with the leas.
I'll ride on in the breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where is my chandelier?
Who'll meet my consumer needs?
An all consuming greed.
All replete with the weeds.

Where is my parquet floor?
What's a designer for?
Me?
Whilst a-wandering free.
I won't move from this tree.

Out of the valley below into hinterlands frozen.
Oh, my eyes are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Out of my head, as the sun passes over the trees.
Riding on the in breeze.
My horizon is free.

Hinterland

I gave A.I. an ancient text from the Nag Hammadi gospels, known as The Thunder, Perfect Mind, which is sung by the Divine Feminine,  and I must admit to being mightily impressed with what it came back with. I just had fun with harmonising extra vocals and choirs; and big thanks to @APi_ZZ for making the cover. 

[The Nag Hammadi gospels are so called because they were buried by Gnostic Christians in the 1st century in a cave in Nag Hammadi, Egypt, in order to avoid the bonfires of the patriarchal Roman church censors who compiled the New Testament as we know it today.]

[Intro]
In the beginning
Was the word

[Verse 1]
I am the first
Before time
Something stirs
Deep inside
Water moves
Without wind

[Chorus]
She who was
She who is
Hidden light
Sacred fire
I remember
What you've forgotten

[Verse 2]  
Darkness knew me
Light feared me
Split in two
Made complete
Body breaks
Spirit soars
Can't divide

[Chorus]
She who was
She who is
Hidden light
Sacred fire
I remember
What you've forgotten

[Bridge]
Neither male
Nor female
Both and none
Mystery breathes
Through my bones
Ancient truth
In new skin

[Verse 3]
They wrote books
To hide me
But I rise
Through the cracks
Dust to light
Flesh to song
Can't contain

[Final Chorus]
She who was
She who is
She who comes
Hidden light
Sacred fire
Burning bright
I remember
I remember
Everything

[Outro]
In the beginning
In the end
She

This is our track for the September moon, the Corn Moon. The lyrics and spoken words are by me and the music and the cover art is by @APi_ZZ.

Corn Moon

"Bareback. A Tomato Project." is a photo book full of overlying and additional texts, stories and thoughts (from 1999). The lyrics are an excerpt, slightly modified for present tense. 

Me and my guitar, we go everywhere together.
We have no secrets, we share everything.
No matter how far; sunny or stormy weather.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 

Me and my guitar, nothing can come between us.
We find each other, we share a dream.
Look up, there’s a star, maybe it has also seen us.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 

Sing, we sing a song of peace and love, we know just what we’re thinking of.
We think that ought to be enough
Still, when the song comes to an end, can we just start it all again?
Isn’t the song our closest friend?

INSTRUMENTAL

Sing, we sing a song of peace and love, we know just what we’re thinking of.
We think that ought to be enough
Still, when the song comes to an end, can we just start it all again?
Isn’t the song our closest friend?

Me and my guitar, we go everywhere together.
We have no secrets, we share everything.
No matter how far; sunny or stormy weather.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 


Me and My Guitar

VickStiX has created a lovely tune (https://soundcloud.com/vicky-adair/voice-at-ninety), that probably deserves even a bit more enrichments. So I did that with Vicky's permission. See her track for lyrics ...

Voice at Ninety (APi remix)

Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...