Song made for the Song A Week 6, theme was "Rush".

Lyrics:

I’m in a rush 
I’m trying to fly home
And all the faces in the flowers, they say
You’re late

I’m in a rush 
The queen is waiting
I got honey in the brain
And blood like gasoline

I’m a busy bee
I work, therefore I am
If I stop
I may just disappear

I’m in a rush 
There’s no time to waste
I’ll work til I die and I’ll sleep when I’m dead
Oh yeah

I’m in a rush 
The queen is waiting
I got honey in the brain
And blood like gasoline

I’m a busy bee
I work, therefore I am
If I stop
I may just disappear

(I’m in a rush)

Busy Bee

Feverish Branches

One World

Song-a-week 2024 #34

Prompts: "Utopia" and "Set Your Sights"

I had all kinds of lofty ideas of what kind of Utopia I would write a song about. 

But everything seemed vague and up-in-the-clouds, so I came down to earth to get more specific. I started thinking I would do something from Michelle Obama's DNC speech. 

I landed on someone else,  who had some inspiring words for many little children growing up. 

It's sort of a kids song,  except it talks about some intense challenges that (most) kids don't have to deal with, hopefully. Some do, though. It's rough out there.







Just Be You (Look for the Helpers)

Could time be rewound like a cassette? Can we go back to a better time?

Be Kind - Rewind

Written for R/Songaweek 2025

-On Erosion-

I am sand 
passing through a bottleneck
to rest on the other side of this moment

I am sand 
ground down from the shells of ancient crustaceans
and bottlecaps born yesterday

I am sand
to be scattered in the wind across
a hilltop in the desert
from one side to the next

No fuss over castles
chipped away in the end

I am one with the land
I am sand


On Erosion

Just A Number

*Finished* for R/Songaweek 2025

-By the Numbers-

The tales were exaggerated
The web is a lie
My silk is as soft as a blanket
Said the spider to the fly

Our heads in a cloud
It’s shrunk down to size
And as it comes crashing down
By your numbers, we’re fine

You can’t deny
we’re unwell by design
With covered eyes
We sleepwalk the line

Every virus has its time-
Your pitch will grow stale
a fever may get the host 
but by the numbers, you will fail

By the Numbers

SongAWeek #3 2025

Ich starre oft in den Spiegel,
und seh mich doch nicht von hinten.
Ich weiß nur wer ich bin,
weil mich andere finden.

Zwischen Baum und Borke,
In der schaukelnden Krone,
Sitz ich warm und geborgen,
weil ich hier bei mir wohne

Ich hör die Stimmen im Kopf
und mein' Kopf in den Stimmen
Wellen tosen in mir
und ich tos in den Wellen

Ich bleib ruhig in der Angst,
und die Angst ruhig in mir,
ich lass mich nicht mehr los
denn ich bleib
hier
mit mir

Ich kann den eigenen Kopf,
mit meinen Augen nicht sehen,
doch ich glaub er ist da,
weil so viele mit ihm reden

Zwischen Baum und Borke,
In der schaukelnden Krone,
Sitz ich warm und geborgen,
weil ich hier bei mir wohne

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English translation:
Verse
I often stare into the mirror,
and yet I don’t see myself from behind.
I only know who I am,
because others find me.

Between bark and tree,
In the swaying crown,
I sit warm and secure,
because I live here with myself.

Chorus
I hear the voices in my head
and my head in the voices.
Waves crash within me
and I crash in the waves.

I stay calm in the fear,
and the fear stays calm in me,
I won’t let go anymore
because I stay
here
with myself.

Bridge
As long as I am here
I am here
with myself.

Verse
I can’t see my own head,
with my eyes,
but I believe it’s there,
because so many talk to it.

Between bark and tree,
In the swaying crown,
I sit warm and secure,
because I live here with myself.

Chorus

Kopf

Made for the Crunchtime OST Composing Jam 4 - Theme: Freedom

Written for OST Composing Crunch Jam #4. Hope you enjoy!

Busy Bee

Delphin Casado

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