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Invención A Tres Voces (Clavecín)

Country Rock, Rockabilly, Rock and Roll, Country, Bluegrass, Folk, Singer-Songwriter… I’m not sure what it is, but I had a lot of fun recording it!

How great it would be if I had someone who could mix it correctly. In fact, I have a dozen songs like this one if there are any producers out there who want to bring me into their studio and do an album.


A Place Called Home - John Albert 

I gotta go, no I never stay
For very long in one place
I hit the road trying to make my escape
I’ve been this way since my young days

I’m never sure if it’s the right time to go but 
I get this feeling, and then I know

A box of things and a bag full of clothes, but it’s always the same I just can’t find a place called home 

I can never find a place called home


Top speed, I make my getaway
Never need to be too long in one place 
Miles pass and days seem to fade
Townes fly by but the road doesn’t change 

I’m never sure about where I’m gonna go and I get this feeling, I’ll never know

Pick up my strings and the words that I wrote, but it’s always the same, I just can’t find a place called home 

I can never find a place called home


Another day on the Highway 
Heading somewhere, that I’ll never stay 
No time to think about the life that I made
I’ll only stop on my last day

I’m never sure if it’s the right time to go but 
I get this feeling, that’s alI I know

The double lines mark the miles that I drove, but it’s always the same, I just can’t find a place called home
 
I can never find a place called home

A Place Called Home - John Albert

The original version of this song called C Jam was closer to track #6 - Walking In New Orleans (Revisited) -  but Steve put such a cool guitar part on this one and gave it a character of it's own, that I changed the name of the song as it reminded me of a trip to New Orleans and how cool it was to just walk down the streets hearing the music from the bars and clubs we passed by.

Steve Giddings - Lead Guitar, Lap Steel Guitar
Zamm Kenoby - Drums
Rafael Freitas - Bass Guitar
Steve Hillier - Piano

Mixed and Mastered by Zamm Kenoby

Music by Stephen Lawrence Hillier

Cover Art By Leraynne S.


Walking In New Orleans

Modes About Me - Unrest

Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:

Happy Not Hateful

Unrest

Sonate n°3 pour piano en fa majeur

J’ai rarement besoin d’introduire mes musiques. Celle-ci fait exception : s’agissant d’une musique à programme, je me dois d’en présenter les grandes lignes pour que, à la fois l’auditeur, mais aussi l’interprète, puissent comprendre ce que j’ai voulu signifier et comment interpréter cette sonate.

Cette sonate pour piano a pour titre « Anthropo-scène ». Elle a pour ambition de décrire l’évolution de l’Homme depuis la nuit des temps jusqu’à nos jours.

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/LeAbQYEAiAs

Sonate n°3 pour piano ­— « Anthropo-scène »

Silence

Music by The Gallery (2011)
Mixed by Gaz G 
May, 2025
Courtesy of Produce Like A Pro.

Lyrics: 
Sunny days and smiling faces
Isn't that where we belong?
Down a road only hope can take us
Singing songs of peace and love
Sing it now

Heavy hearts they won't escape us
We cross the line when it gets blurred
Why can't we if God forgave us? 
A fights a fight, we both feel burned

We'll drop bombs all day and night
To show who's in the wrong and who's in the right
Who's in the wrong and who's in the right? 

Empty looks on empty faces 
With something stolen from our souls
Seeking gold in foreign places
Never filled us up, it stole

Once again we raise our voices 
"Give us what we're looking for"
The world's a product of our choices
Will we choose to stop this war? 

We'll drop bombs all day and night
To show who's in the wrong and who's in the right
Who's in the wrong and who's in the right? 

We'll drop bombs all day and night
'Til the other one's down and out of sight
It seems we can't move on without a fight
Sing it now
Who's in the wrong and who's in the right? 
Who's in the wrong and who's in the right? 
Who's in the wrong and who's in the right? 
Who's in the wrong and who's in the right?

Who's in the right (Mixed By Gaz G)

Para escuchar la versión con Mara Oldfield  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/voy-a-volver-atras-con-voz
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/voy-a-volver-atras
Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/voy-a-volver-atras-ac

VOY A VOLVER ATRÁS

Juan Ignacio de Pano Maynar.

En un hueco del tiempo
no sé en qué frío
se me quedó perdido
el temblor de tu cuerpo
cuando mis besos 
buscaban nido
entre tus labios tibios.

En el eco de un verso
de madrugada
se me quedó callada
la canción de tu pecho
cuando mi cara 
se recostaba 
en su infinito cielo.

Estribillo

Voy a volver atrás 
con mi arrogancia al borde del camino
a rescatar mis sueños del olvido.
Voy a ir en tu busca a ese lugar
en que aún sigo vivo.(bis)

----------

En una umbría calle
de lejanías
se me quedó dormida
tu manera de amarme
cuando la tarde
nos convertía
en rosas encendidas.

Estribillo

I'M GOING TO GO BACK

Juan Ignacio de Pano Maynar.

In a gap in time
I don't know in what cold
the trembling of your body was lost to me
when my kisses
sought a nest
between your warm lips.

In the echo of a verse
at dawn
the song of your chest fell silent
when my face
rested
on its infinite sky.

Chorus

I'm going to go back
with my arrogance at the side of the road
to rescue my dreams from oblivion.
I'm going to look for you, to that place
where I still live. (repeat)

----------

On a shady street
of distances
your way of loving me fell asleep
when the afternoon
turned us
into burning roses.

Chorus

Voy a volver atrás (Feat. MV)

Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/heliodora-dorita-feat-mv
Para escuchar la versión con Martin T.  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/heliodora-feat-martin-t/comment-2344409538
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/heliodora
Para escuchar a versión a capela con MV   https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/heliodora-dorita-ac
Para escuchar a versión a capela con Martin T.  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/heliodora-ac-mt
Mi más profundo agradecimiento a Stewart MacLean por este maravilloso regalo.

HELIODORA´S SONG

She wakes with the sun but forgets where it rose
Her hands tell the story of the life that she chose
Fingers worn down like the stones in a stream
She built her own world from a broken dream

[Verse 2]
Heliodora fought with a heart full of fire
Through storms and through shadows her strength wouldn’t tire
She held up her home with no luck on her side
Her spirit unbroken though time tried to hide

[Chorus]
Oh Heliodora your name rings so true
A fighter a dreamer the world’s still in you
Though memories fade and the moments seem small
Your story still echoes it’s heard by us all

[Verse 3]
She worked with her hands till the years took their toll
A soldier of love with an unyielding soul
Her choices were heavy but her heart was light
She carried her family through the darkest of nights

[Bridge]
Now the past it gets blurry like a watercolor sky
But her laughter still lingers it refuses to die
The wrinkles she wears are her medals of grace
Heliodora still shines through time’s quiet embrace

[Chorus]
Oh Heliodora your name rings so true
A fighter a dreamer the world’s still in you
Though memories fade and the moments seem small
Your story still echoes it’s heard by us all


HELIODORA

Despierta con el sol, pero olvida dónde salió.
Sus manos cuentan la historia de la vida que eligió.
Dedos desgastados como piedras en un arroyo.
Construyó su propio mundo a partir de un sueño roto.

[Verso 2]
Heliodora luchó con un corazón lleno de fuego.
A través de tormentas y sombras, su fuerza no se cansó.
Mantuvo su hogar sin la suerte de su lado.
Su espíritu inquebrantable, aunque el tiempo intentó ocultarlo.

[Estribillo]
Oh, Heliodora, tu nombre suena tan verdadero.
Una luchadora, una soñadora, el mundo aún está en ti.
Aunque los recuerdos se desvanezcan y los momentos parezcan pequeños.
Tu historia aún resuena, todos la escuchamos.

[Verso 3]
Trabajó con sus manos hasta que los años le pasaron factura.
Una soldado del amor con un alma inquebrantable.
Sus decisiones fueron pesadas, pero su corazón era ligero.
Llevó a su familia a través de las noches más oscuras.

[Puente]
Ahora el pasado se vuelve borroso como un cielo de acuarela.
Pero su risa aún... Perdura, se niega a morir.
Las arrugas que lleva son sus medallas de gracia.
Heliodora aún brilla a través del abrazo silencioso del tiempo.

[Estribillo]
Oh, Heliodora, tu nombre suena tan cierto.
Una luchadora, una soñadora, el mundo aún está en ti.
Aunque los recuerdos se desvanezcan y los momentos parezcan pequeños.
Tu historia aún resuena, todos la escuchamos.

Heliodora´s song (Feat. Stewart MacLean)

By pressing play
you agree to
1. Become a lifelong devotee of this artist
2. Stream everything, even the weird side projects
3. Comment: "Genius"
4. Buy vinyl
Even if you don't own a turntable
Especially if you don't own a turntable

You tapped the beat? That's binding
You laughed? That's proof of consent
By tapping your foot in a public place
you now owe me your attention
until my artistic phase ends
or I fake my death for press

No refunds
No complaints
No skipping the outro

Clause 7b: You will defend me in comment sections
Clause 9: You will quote me in arguments you barely understand
Clause 12: Your soul remains mine
in perpetuity
plus royalties

She ate the fries
He bought the fries
Boom - contract

Somewhere between ketchup
and that third laugh
she apparently co-signed
his entire fantasy

Her wrist brushed his wrist
now she's liable
for his unmet expectations
plus damages

Didn't read the menu?
Still binding
Smiled politely?
That's consent

These are the terms
These are the traps
You clicked "I agree"
without reading the map
No opt-out clause
No human review
By being polite
you said "I do"

Hired on a handshake
you just sold your Sundays
Your dreams?
They've been repurposed
for synergy

The job title said "Creative"
but it meant
"Copy, paste, obey"
You clock in?
You vanish
You breathe in cubicle gray

Your spine?
Company property
Your passion?
A performance metric

See Appendix D
for how to smile on Zoom
while crying on mute
See Section 19
on swallowing your rage
without leaving trace

These are the terms
These are the binds
You didn't negotiate
you were just being kind
Now your silence is debt
Your patience is proof
Your signature's inked
in the sweat of your youth

By hearing this
you acknowledge
All transactions are final
All expectations are assumed
All resistance
is a breach of contract

Thank you for your compliance!

Terms and Conditions

Lost bullets find their way to little hearts 
big dreams of classes and all their parts
Shots fired, little lungs run out of air 
they’ll be good if they survive, they swear 
Their school bleeds from all corners
each week they welcome new mourners
Stray bullets, shots fired, the war on drugs 
little dreamers between cops and thugs
Corpses that never got to grow full size
Too much pigment for politicians to empathize 
Their education lost to the drug trade 
Their lives lost to bullets that strayed
Battles on the news between vain fixes
Ignored by those worshiping crucifixes

The day life stopped in the shanty town
days, weeks, months, it comes back around
Build walls here to keep them out
little girls sold there to the local talent scout
The bricks are designed to keep you in
Freedom up to the choice of your guillotine 
Those bellow gave up hope long ago
Those above maintain the status quo

This year he had single digit geography lessons
But he can name tons of vicious weapons
Conditioned to find life a normality 
with the constant threat of senseless brutality
born to brown parents with empty pockets
1% indifferent as living-cost skyrockets
Legal pharmaceuticals profiting from the sick
Those trying to decriminalize seen as lunatics
Exclusion begins with a lack of arithmetic
Inclusion is stalled by insidious politics
They stare at the same sky but their roofs are different
Watch them die on a new t.v., their suffering insignificant
Favelas periodically suffer a disease outbreak
Not enough think about which side to take

The day life stopped in the shanty town
days, weeks, months, it comes back around
Build walls here to keep them out
little girls sold there to the local talent scout
The bricks are designed to keep you in
Freedom up to the choice of your guillotine 
Those bellow gave up hope long ago
Those above maintain the status quo

Deferred Hope

I wrote this song thinking about things I wish I could forget. With all my music, I want to capture a feeling and create a little universe.

lyric video: https://youtu.be/X80KAShPLYg

littleuniverses

Those Things

ALTAR

from propeller (inner workings), released December 4, 2020 
https://hungersleeprecords.bandcamp.com/album/propeller-inner-workings

An unplugged version of The Cage from GRICE'S album Propeller featuring the late (magnificent) Raphael Ravenscroft on sax.  

The album cover and track artwork images are also early incarnations of the Propeller CD artwork. (original artwork courtesy of British artist Elizabeth McAlpine)

GRICE: lead vocals, electric guitar, horn arrangements. 
Raphael Ravenscroft: saxophone. 
Joe Breban: drums 
Jerri Hart: trumpet 
Ondrej Pochyly: acoustic and electric violin 

Album cover images originally from 'Quintet’ courtesy of Elizabeth McAlpine. 
Cover designs: GRICE 

Recorded at Sound Gallery Studios, UK 
Engineered by Duncan Chave & GRICE 
Mastered by Duncan Chave 
Composed, arranged and produced by GRICE 

www.gricemusic.co.uk 

© 2020 GRICE 
℗ 2020 Hungersleep Records

Propeller (inner workings)

The Cage (Bird Cage mix)

"Little Alien" by Butterjunk - Track 1 on the 'Normalised EP'
Release Date: 25 January 2021

Facebook: bit.ly/FB-Butterjunk
Spotify: bit.ly/Butterjunk-Spotify

Little Alien

Butterjunk - Little Alien

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