ode to bob lazar (John Lear interview remix)

Needless (2008) – Dealing with self-pity and doubts
Driven by an electric piano, Needless is an indie pop ballad that explores a silent heartbreak. Self-doubt can destroy the best relationship, especially when you feel inferior to your partner. Dreamy synthesizers meet picked acoustic guitars, an anthem for anyone who ever felt too small to be loved and chose to disappear.

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, lyrics, piano, synthesizer, production
Robot Recordings: vocals, guitars

You can find this song on all streaming portals and Bandcamp:
https://too.fm/ndm-needless
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/needless

This song is part of my b-side album "Electro Static"
https://too.fm/ndm-electro-static
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/electro-static

Where to find us:
https://www.youtube.com/@nadinedemacedo
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com

Needless

Needless (feat. Robot Recordings)

Embrace the Storm (2025) – Facing new beginnings
Embrace the Storm is a powerful symphonic metal song about facing changes. Driven by heavy riffs, soaring choirs and operatic vocals, this song captures the raw chaos of transformation like staring into the heart of a storm, a sense of something breaking apart to make way for something new. Are you ready to cast off the weight of the past and give yourself into the storm?

You can find this song on all streaming portals and Bandcamp:
https://too.fm/ndm-embrace-the-storm
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/embrace-the-storm

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, piano, synthesizer, programming, production
Gabrielle Gold: lyrics
Nadia Selvaggi: vocals
Sebastien Jean: electric guitar, acoustic guitar, lead guitar, bass

Where to find us:
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://elirahscross.bandcamp.com
https://soundcloud.com/nadiaselvaggi

Embrace the Storm

Embrace the Storm (feat. Nadia Selvaggi)

Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/no-quiero-verte
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/no-quiero-verte-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/no-quiero-verte-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/no-quiero-verte-ac

NO QUIERO VERTE

Somos como dos pajarillos
viviendo en un plácido nido...
sin apenas conocerse;
somos unos desconocidos
jugando a cambiar de camino…
con el riesgo de perderse.

Y es que somos a la vez
carne y uña, risa y llanto:
dos que no se pueden ver...
¡pero que se quieren tanto!

Estribillo

No quiero verte porque sé que te adoro
no quiero verte porque sé que luego lloro
y no puedo estar sin ti;
te diría que te quiero como un loco...
pero sé que en tu vida yo no soy
ese amor que sabe a poco
y prefiero estar sin ti.

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Somos como dos enemigos
luchando en eterno conflicto…
pero que no han de matarse;
somos todavía dos niños
buscando el juguete perdido…
y es hora de despertarse.

Y es que somos a la vez
mar y arena, nieve y menta:
algo que no puede ser...
¡si primero no se intenta!

Estribillo

I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOU

We are like two little birds
living in a placid nest ...
without hardly knowing each other;
we are strangers
playing to change the way ...
at the risk of getting lost.

And it is that we are at the same time
flesh and nail, laughter and crying:
two that cannot be seen ...
But they love each other so much!

Chorus

I don't want to see you because I know that I adore you
I don't want to see you because I know that I cry later
And I can't be without you
I would tell you that I love you like crazy ...
but I know that in your life I am not
that love that knows little
And I'd rather be without you

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We are like two enemies
fighting in eternal conflict ...
but they are not to be killed;
we are still two children
looking for the lost toy ...
And it's time to wake up

And it is that we are at the same time
sea and sand, snow and mint:
something that can't be ...
If you don't try first!

Chorus

No quiero verte (Feat. Martin T.)

The latest in our Moon series ... the Herb Moon is one of the names for the July moon. 

All the words are by me, and the music and cover is by Andreas Pirner, @APi_ZZ

Herb Moon

Hey beautiful people!🤗
We cooked up a funky instrumental track featuring Valerio absolutely killing it on drums (not that bass and guitar are holding back). It’s called "Sticks of Funk" and we’re dropping it today to celebrate the birthday🎉 of the man who sets the beat, or keeps the groove alive, however you wanna put it.
It’s a bit different from what we usually do, and just a heads-up, the track kicks off with an old vocal sample from a funky song we never finished or released, and yeah... it might make you jump out of your seat the first time you hear it. Totally unintentional, promise.
Hope you dig it, and happy birthday Val!🎂
In the meantime, we’re working on a song inspired by an ’80s classic we recently heard at a live gig, complete with a video! We’ll share it with you in a few days.
If you feel like it, hit us up in the comments! Thanks in advance for the feedback!
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on July 13, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Sticks of Funk

Sticks of Funk (Instrumental)

https://on.soundcloud.com/QWx7o3bcuH6hCexpGY by Nova J @nova-j-49914957

CATFISH by Nova J

Got a face? (Not your own)
Got a name? (One you stole)
Got a story? (Full of holes)
Got some shame? (God, I hope so)

Feeling pretty? (Only online)
Feeling wanted? (On borrowed time)
Feeling brave? (Behind the screen)
You fooled me once — but now I see

You’re a (Ca-ca-ca-ca…) catfish (Catfish)
Yeah, a (Ca-ca-ca-ca…) catfish (Catfish)
You thought you’d get away with this?
You’re just a (Ca-ca-ca-ca…) catfish (Catfish)

Five eleven
Twenty-nine
Model pics
(Not even mine)
Stolen smile
Bedroom eyes
Face-tuned deep
Full of lies

One old selfie
From who knows when
You showed up
And lied again

You were looking (looking, looking)
For tonight (tonight, tonight)
Wanna trick me (trick me with a)
Pretty lie (lie, lie)

You were looking
For tonight
Tried to take me
For a ride

When we met
I saw the truth
Not the guy
From in the booth
You flinched hard
When I said hi
You said your name
I said “goodbye”

You meant no harm? (You swear, you swear)
But all I see is vacant stares
You built a mask, played the part
Now deal with it — I know your heart

You’re a (Ca-ca-ca-ca…) catfish (Catfish)
Yeah, a (Ca-ca-ca-ca…) catfish (Catfish)
Fake as hell and full of glitch
You’re just a (Ca-ca-ca-ca…) catfish (Catfish)

Five eleven
Twenty-nine
That ain’t your dog
That ain’t your ride
Bubble butt? (Nice try)
Laughed so hard
I nearly cried

You deceived me (And yourself)
Go get help (You need some help)

You were looking (looking, looking)
For tonight (tonight, tonight)
Tried to trick me (trick me just to)
Feel right (right, right)

You were looking (now exposed)
I saw through you (strike a pose)

You were looking (now exposed)
I saw through you (strike a pose)

You played a role
You wore it well
But fairy tales
Can go to hell
I don’t date liars
With bogus names
Delete your apps
And own your shame

You’re a (Ca-ca-ca-ca…) catfish (Catfish)
Yeah, a (Ca-ca-ca-ca…) catfish (Catfish)
Don’t DM me — I ain’t your wish
You’re just a (Ca-ca-ca-ca…) catfish (Catfish)

You feel pretty? (Filter lies)
Feel authentic? (In disguise)
Five eleven? (Try five-five)
Fake the world — but not my eyes

You were looking (for tonight)
Tried to trick me (with a swipe)
You were looking (but I’m gone)
Try again — on someone dumb

@nova-j-49914957

ShAnkAri touch - ShAnkAri prod. @shankari-touch

Nova J - Catfish (ShAnkAri touch)

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/incidente-a-medianoche-version-original-ver-texto

INCIDENTE A MEDIANOCHE

Voy a contaros amigos una historia
que sucedió un domingo de febrero
en medio de una noche oscura y fría
que poco a poco calaba hasta los huesos.

El incidente comienza en el pueblo
cuando después de haber pasado el domingo
al lado de la mujer de tus sueños
regresábamos al “tajo” cuatro amigos.

Íbamos felices y contentos
pues nuestro carro corría muy veloz
“te estás portando como un señor”
le decía Octavio que era el conductor.

Pero de pronto en medio del camino
y tras un extraño ruido en el motor
fue perdiendo fuerza nuestro utilitario
y, sin pensarlo, el frenazo de rigor
pues sin duda alguna había sucedido
algo importante y no tenía solución.

Cuando el coche estuvo ya parado
se abrió el capó para ver lo acaecido
vimos que el radiador se había rajado 
y todo el agua habíamos perdido.

Lo que entonces pasó no os lo canto...
perdí el control y también mis compañeros:
recuerdo cuatro lenguas a destajo 
despotricando como unos carreteros.

Cuando todo esto fue menguando
y a nuestro temple volvía el color
“no preocuparse, se hará autostop”  
 afirmó Domingo con determinación.

Pero con las “pintas que nos cantaban”
uno con las barbas y otro de militar
los otros dos hasta el moño manchados de grasa
¡así quién diablos nos iba a parar!
pero allá a las cuatro de la madrugada
un rezagado paró al ver al militar.

Pero cuando vio la “compañía” 
con toda prisa se quiso echar atrás
“no le dé miedo, son de fiar”
exclamó Pepucho con gran serenidad.

Con insistencia logró convencerlo
de que nos dejara a los cuatro subir
pues aunque le resultara difícil creerlo
no éramos quinquis o gente de mal vivir.
Y si todo el lío quería saberlo
le prometía que no le iba a mentir.

Todo está visto muy por encima
porque la historia no es fácil de contar
pues estas cosas “pa” verlas ¡hay que vivirlas!
y entonces es cuando se puede opinar
por más que parezca un relato de risa
aquella noche jamás se nos olvidará.

MIDNIGHT INCIDENT

I'm going to tell you, friends, a story
that happened one Sunday in February
in the middle of a dark and cold night
that slowly chilled to the bone.

The incident begins in the village
when, after spending Sunday
with the woman of your dreams,
four friends were returning to work.

We were happy and content
because our car was going very fast
"You're behaving like a gentleman,"
Octavio, the driver, told her.

But suddenly, in the middle of the road
and after a strange noise from the engine
our car began to lose power
and, without thinking, we slammed on the brakes
because without a doubt something important had happened
and there was no solution.

When the car was finally stopped,
we opened the hood to see what had happened
we saw that the radiator had cracked
and we had lost all the water.

I won't tell you what happened then...
I lost control, and so did my companions:
I remember four tongues blaring out loud
ranting like cart drivers.

When all this was fading
and our temper was returning
"Don't worry, he'll hitchhike,"
said Domingo determinedly.

But with the "looks they were giving us,"
one with a beard and the other a soldier
the other two covered in grease up to their necks
who the hell was going to stop us!
But around four in the morning
a straggler stopped when he saw the soldier.

But when he saw the "company,"
he hurriedly wanted to back out
"Don't be afraid, they're trustworthy,"
exclaimed Pepucho with great serenity.

With persistence, he managed to convince him
to let the four of us get on,
because, although it was hard for him to believe,
we weren't quinquis or lowlifes. And if he wanted to know the whole mess,
I promised him I wouldn't lie.

Everything is very superficial
because the story isn't easy to tell
because these things "have to be" seen, you have to experience them!
and that's when you can have an opinio

Incidente a medianoche (Feat. Hugo Iglesias Olmos)

Produced by me
main artist: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1jr8lOCNwQx1qaTpTJWi6Q?si=V_lFFp1XTiqqV5lsSJ_6nQ

Hell on Earth

Un temps ou il ne faisait pas bon être différent, ou manquer de foi. 
paroles:
On dit qu'il est né, dans le sombre d'un puits,
Qu'il aimait le feu, comme on aime la vie.
On dit qu'il vivait de vols et de larcins,
D'autres modérés, le devinaient malin.
Jusqu'au jour ou vint, l'envie de voir en lui,
Sorcier confirmé, bien plus qu'un apprenti.
Qui courait la lande aux herbes mystérieuses,
Chantant à tue tête, d'une voix pleureuse.

Moi je sais pas lire, moi je sais pas écrire,
Mais je sais les routes qui tracent votre avenir.
Moi je sais pas lire, mais je suis bienheureux,
Car je sais le fluide qui enlève le feu,
Et j 'ai vu l'hiver descendre à la rivière,
Il ressemble à vos terres.

Est ce par vengeance, ou pour se protéger,
Qu'ils ont décidé de brûler le sorcier.
Sur la place sombre bucher lui fut dressé,
Puis il apparut sous les regards inquiets.
Lui n'aura de cesse de chanter son bonheur,
Même quand les flammes ont grignoté son coeur.
Ce temps là n'est plus, mais laisse une question,
Exclusion n'est elle, forme d'inquisition?

Moi je sais pas lire, moi je sais pas écrire,
Mais je sais les routes qui tracent votre avenir.
Moi je sais pas lire, mais je suis bienheureux,
Car je sais le fluide qui enlève le feu,
Et j 'ai vu l'hiver descendre à la rivière,
Il ressemble à vos terres.

On ne sait pourquoi,
Depuis ce jour là,
Une voix s'élève,
Venue d'autrefois.

Le feu est ma maison,
Il détruira vos terres.
Le feu est ma raison,
Vous connaitrez l'enfer.
Ah, ah , ah.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

A time when it was not good to be different, or to lack faith.

Words:

 They say he was born in the darkness of a well,
 That he loved fire, as one loves life. 
They say he lived off thefts and petty crimes,
 Others, more moderate, guessed him to be clever.
 Until the day came, the desire to see within him,
 Confirmed sorcerer, much more than an apprentice.
 Who ran through the moor with mysterious herbs,
 Singing at the top of his lungs, with a weeping voice.

I can't read, I can't write,
 But I know the roads that trace your future.
 I can't read, but I am happy,
 Because I know the fluid that extinguishes the fire,
 And I have seen winter descend to the river,
 It looks like your lands.

Is it out of vengeance, or to protect themselves,
 that they decided to burn the sorcerer? 
In the dark square, a pyre was set up for him,
 then he appeared under anxious eyes.
 He will never cease to sing his happiness,
 even when the flames have gnawed at his heart. 
That time is no more, but it leaves a question: 
is exclusion not a form of inquisition?

I can't read, I can't write,
 But I know the roads that trace your future.
 I can't read, but I am happy,
 Because I know the fluid that extinguishes the fire,
 And I have seen winter descend to the river,
 It looks like your lands.

We do not know why,
Since that day,
A voice rises,
From times long past.
Fire is my home,
It will destroy your lands.
Fire is my reason,
You will know hell.
Ah, ah, ah.

Christian PERUTI
author, composer, performer

L'inquisition

barnap is a passionate musician who has loved making music since childhood. In 2023, he started producing his own tracks, combining elements from genres such as ambient, downtempo, experimental electronic, and spoken word. His goal is to create music that sparks meaningful conversations.
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