From the track I’m Unstoppable 

Name change. Lyrics the same. Entrance fight arena song. Lyrics song by Sas.

-Unstoppable Mindset

You will try
 to break me 
break my spirit 
But I will rise
Feel my rhythm
feel my style 

 my Wai Kru
for my Teachers and school.

[Verse 2]
May Lose my way 
But I will get on top
Feet and fists on fire
Knee and elbows
thrown with 
intent to hurt 
Blood and pain
Blend as one
Unstoppable
Here I come

Can’t be beat.

[Chorus]
I'm unstoppable
My mindset 
Is Unstoppable 
Feel my power
All fight long
Make me strong
I'm unstoppable
Here I come. 

[Verse 3]
Every strike I make 
every strike i 
I take
Fuels my flame
In this fight game.

I’ll stake my claim
On the floor
Beat pumping
 Fight may not last 
fight may go the 
distance 
but I will be
unbreakable.

I’m Unstoppable 
Mindset unstoppable 

[Bridge]
I will Push it harder 
You will Feel my drive
I'm alive
 so alive
Faith guiding me 
I'm unbreakable
Can’t you see?

[Chorus]
I'm unstoppable
Feel my power
All fight long
Make me strong
I'm unstoppable
Unstoppable 
Mindset power


You will attempt 
 to break me 

break my spirit 

But you will feel  my power 
in my kicks and
punches
elbows and knees
thrown with intent
to hurt 
all fight long
Every strike
fueled the flame
Blood and pain
blended as one. 

You will try to  break
me
Hard as you will try 

I hope to show to all

My school 
my teachers

I was unstoppable 

I’m unstoppable 
Unstoppable 
Mindset UNSTOPPABLE 

RESPECT 

To my opponent 

I bow ..

Unstoppable_Mindset

Lithium

THE KNIGHT AND THE DAMSEL

The city skyline is my castle wall
The freeway's roar, a dragon's call
I ride the concrete in this rusted steel
Chasing a ghost I know was real

I saw your face in a crowded train
A flash of light, a sudden rain
But the doors they closed, the moment passed
An echo of a love that's meant to last

And it's an impossible love, a never-ending night
You're a damsel in a penthouse, burning ever-bright
I'm a knight in faded denim on a downtown street
A love we can't surrender, a vow we can't complete

I won't forget you, you won't forget me
For all eternity...

You're in a tower of glass and chrome
A different world you call your home
I see your light on the thirty-first floor
A lonely star I'm searching for

I could send a text, a hopeless please
But some doors are locked for a man like me
So I just stand guard in the neon glow
The only kind of knight you'll never know

And it's an impossible love, a never-ending night
You're a damsel in a penthouse, burning ever-bright
I'm a knight in faded denim on a downtown street
A love we can't surrender, a vow we can't complete

I won't forget you, you won't forget me 
For all eternity...

Maybe in another life, another age
We'd turn the final page
On a storybook of silver and of gold
But here and now, the tale is told
In silent glances, stolen sights
Across the divide of endless nights
This love's not broken, it's not undone
It's a battle that can never be won... or lost.

This IMPOSSIBLE LOVE! This never-ending night!
You're MY damsel in that penthouse, burning ever-bright!
I'm your knight on this asphalt, on this lonely street!
This love we can't surrender, this vow we can't complete!

I WON'T forget you! You WON'T forget me!
For all eternity!

Eternity...

Ephemeral horizons

The knight and the damsel

When I was younger I felt frustrated when artists issued multiple versions of songs--I wanted the "one true version" I guess.  In contrast, as a songwriter I've enjoyed letting songs have various lives or incarnations.  One of my better known recent songs is "Starlings," and I've put a lot time into getting that one just right.  However, when I completed a recent idea--"A Bad Dream"--it reminded me of where "Starlings" started: as a track called "Another Humdrum Day," and originally intended for a collection of songs in a "dream folk" or (almost) "acoustic shoegaze" style.  Like a "A Bad Dream," it was based around a fingerpicked acoustic run through a complex delay.  I went back to check it out and really enjoyed its vibe, so tidied up the vocals and here it is.  I may work it up more fully so stay tuned:

Oh where do we run
On another humdrum day?
Abandoned by the sun
On another humdrum day
And what can be done?
It's just another humdrum day

Just the same old, same old show
And nowhere, nowhere to go

I need someone
On another humdrum day
Before the darkness comes
To crown another humdrum day

I'm climbing these walls
And fading

Oh I don't know why the sun is so shy today
I can't say when it will shine again our way

So come, come close
On another humdrum day
Whisper in my ear, three words
It's another humdrum day
Tease me out of this lull
On another humdrum day

I'm thinking of you again
In this blackout

Oh I don't know why the sun tries to hide away
I can't say when it will come again our way
Nowhere to run, will you be the one to stay?

Image by Melody Hanson

Another Humdrum Day

Picked up Frank,

Breakbeat (2025) Remastered

The Mexican Warrior Vol. 3 (Viva La Mexico 🇲🇽 Preview) [Él Guerrero Mexicano]

La Nuit Te Prend

     Welcome everyone! This song is all about celebrating the NFL American Football and beer! This song can also be for Soccer as well since that sport is very similiar and is loved in Europe and South America. I used to hang out with all my friends every Sunday at BW3's for NFL football and beer pre-pandemic. My wife and I used to be in a few Fantasy Football Leagues and we all got together to watch all the games. My favorite teams are the Miami Dolphins and the Pittsburgh Steelers. Neither teams is looking pretty good this year but we'll have to wait and see. I used to love my Sundays at BW3's with friends and family, that is until the pandemic hit and then sadly we stopped going and when we were able to go back again, it just wasn't the same anymore. My wife and I both quit all our leagues and now we watch football just for the love of watching football. I loved it so much that I wrote this song about the experience. Charlie sang the song very well and played the harmonica too. All good things must come to an end, I guess! 

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/9CtETimp-pI

I was very reluctant about dropping this video because my heart was breaking while listening to this song again. I know it's silly but we had such good times and good memories there for many years. But I got myself together and made the video a few weeks ago and worked very hard on it too! Took me about a week to finish it! When you watch the video you'll see how exciting it real was for me! It really was a glorious place!🥺 So join me in kicking off this 2025 season by lifting our glasses and cheering for the love of NFL football and Soccer! The games of kings! 🍺🍻 

“A GLORIOUS PLACE”

EVERY BEER GOES DOWN EASY,     
AT THE LOCAL SALOON,  
THE FOOD IS SALTY AND GREASY,
NOSES RED AS BALLOONS,
     
WORRIES MELT ONCE A WEEK,     
AT THE WATERING HOLE,    
LIFE IS GOOD, SO TO SPEAK,    
WHEN THE BAR ROCKS AND ROLLS,

EVERY JOKE BRINGS A SMILE TO YOUR FACE,         
EVERYONE IS A WELCOMED EMBRACE,         
EVERY SECOND IS DEAR,          
WITH FOOTBALL AND BEER,        
GOOD LORD WHAT A GLORIOUS PLACE, 
 
RAIN OR SNOW DOESN’T MATTER,   
THAT WON’T KEEP US AWAY,   
ONCE A WEEK IT’S LIKE THE SUPER BOWL,  
EVERY BEER A GREAT PLAY,
    
GOOD FRIENDS FILL EVERY BAR STOOL,    
AND WE ALL CHEER AS ONE,    
LIFE JUST COULDN’T GET BETTER,    
A BEER-BELLY BARREL OF FUN,   

EVERY JOKE BRINGS A SMILE TO YOUR FACE,         
EVERYONE IS A WELCOMED EMBRACE,         
EVERY SECOND IS DEAR,          
WITH FOOTBALL AND BEER,         
GOOD LORD WHAT A GLORIOUS PLACE,          
GOOD LORD WHAT A GLORIOUS PLACE,         
GOOD LORD WHAT A GLORIOUS PLACE.
   
BY JIM VALDES © 2011 (all rights reserved)

"A GLORIOUS PLACE" (Video - https://youtu.be/9CtETimp-pI)

cirkeln sluts… hand i hand…
alla goda ting… ting som äro tre…
kom var med oss… kom va’ me’…
om du är rädd, håll om…
om du är vilsen, håll fast…
gast… kram… ande…

Vi tar varandra i hand, cirkeln sluts kring bordet runt,
“Du tror väl ändå inte på sånt där strunt?
Kan väl inte vara sunt att hitta hopp i trams och trims?”
Men här sitter vi nu, mitt i en seans som brinner dimm.
“Hör oss, alla goda ting, ting som äro tre,
kom var med oss, kom va’ me’,
alla som kommer, här fram, här fram,
säg mig, vad är er kärastes namn?”
Håren på nacken reser och står,
kalla kurar längs ryggraden går.
“Någon är visst här” luften blir tät,
“säg oss vem du är,” om du törs, om du vet.

Gast-kra-ma-nde, knack, knack, tick tack: tolv.
Kramar något mjukt över knarrande golv.
Håll om, håll kvar, men låt rädslan bli låg,
sjung: “kom, kom hem”, så blir mörkret snällt och våg.
Gast-kra-ma-nde, klapp, klapp, hjärtslag två.
Runt, runt bordet där nattens vindar går.
Håll om det som skrämmer, tills värmen blir sann,
det som var skugga får mänsklig hand.

Kommer du ihåg vad man gör, gör när vilsen man gått,
när man int fått fram nå karta, int na GPS i nattens grått?
När du tappat tron, kaos och stress,
när alla vägar pekar på fel adress,
kramar du ett träd, väntar i en skog,
andas i natten tills pulsen får ro.
Ibland kramar vi brevlådor på vägen hem, i höstens glöd
för att känna att världen har kanter och stöd.
Lös upp rädslan i tårar, kontrollera inget mera, Låt det koagulera till något mycket mera.
siktar guld bland vår vardags gråa grus,
Till värmen och glöden från ett flämtande ljus.

Gast-kra-ma-nde, knack, knack, tick tack: tolv.
Kramar något varmt över knarrande golv.
Håll om, håll kvar, låt gå rädslas lilla sus
viska “kom, kom hem”, tänder dig ett ljus.
Gast-kra-ma-nde, klapp, klapp, hjärtslag två.
Runt, runt bordet där nattens vindar blå.
Håll om det som skrämmer, tills skuggan tar din form, kramande lilla gast i denna höstens storm.

Hör oss… alla goda ting…
ting som äro tre…
kom var med oss… kom va’ me’…
namnet du bär, säg det försiktigt…
hemmavid… hemmavid…

Int blir je skraj, för je veit: de e du,
som tassar på tå när klockan slår sju-å-tolv i nu.
Je gissar och je tassar över knakande golv,
som om världen var en vindflöjt och natten min sol.
Som kom från annersia för å håll’ om me nu—
då har je hitta heim, då har je funni vein, tru.
Jag kramar ett litet spöke när vargtimmen slå,
och märker hur hjärtat blir större än då.
Om sanningen väger, låt sagan få bära,
båra med sig att det som håller oss nära.

Gast-kra-ma-nde, knack, knack, tick tack: tolv.
Kramar något sant över knarrande golv.
Håll om, håll kvar, men låt rädslan kan fly
sjung “kom, kom hem”, låt dagen gry.
Gast-kra-ma-nde, klapp, klapp, hjärtslag två.
Runt, runt bordet våra händer håller fast ändå.

Vi tar varandra i hand, cirkeln öppnas, släpper fri,

en, två, tre, nu går vi.

Brevlådor, träd, en dörr som vet mitt namn

knack, knack,
“är du hemma?”, 
“Ja, kom fram.”

Om världen känns tunn och natten blir lång,

sjung min ramsa, sjung min sång.

För hem är ibland bara någon som tror,
att din famn än håller fröet där livet gror.

Gast-kra-ma-nde, knack, knack, tick tack: tolv.
Kramar något ljust över knarrande golv.
Håll om, håll kvar, men låt hjärtat bli stort,
viska “kom, kom hem”, vi fann vägen till slut.

Kom kom, krama om.
Kom kom, kom hem.
Till mig.

gast, kram, ande

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gast, kram, ande

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