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The Invisible Work — KAT

This song is about what no one sees —
the inner labor behind every word,
the quiet hours where truth takes shape.

I’ve learned that creation isn’t only in the sound,
but in the silence before it.
In healing. In feeling.
In daring to be the source.

The Invisible Work is my way of reclaiming that space —
where art begins long before the music plays.

The Invisible Work

Paper Cranes

[Verse 1]
He turns the page with hesitant hands
looking for a queen beneath the sand
He covers the truth like whispered lies
in quiet rooms where daylight dies

The world still plays in minor keys
songs for a ghost lost in his memories—
he trades his faith for one more dawn
and wonders where the light has gone

[Pre-Chorus]
All the while the river bends
folding time like paper cranes—
every soul just tries again
to learn the art of letting rain

[Chorus]
So he builds his wings from paper cranes
hoping they will hold the seams—
Love was never meant to last
only to be felt and passed
And if he falls through endless skies
at least he learned to close his eyes

[Verse 2]
She hums a tune the stars once knew
a melody of dusk and dew
Her laughter hides the ache inside
a butterfly yet to rise

He sees her face in mirrored glass
a thousand lives he can’t get back
She leaves her shadow on the stair
a whisper—he still finds her there

[Pre-Chorus]
Every dream dissolves to clay
still he holds what won’t remain
Every loss becomes a flame
teaching hearts to love again

[Chorus]
So she builds her wings from paper cranes
hoping they will hold the seams
Love was never meant to last
only to be felt and passed
and if she falls through endless skies
at least she learned to close her eyes

[Bridge ]
Mmm—
Paper cranes—
A heartbeat drum fades in like rain

[Outro]
In the silence where they meet
their shadows fold their souls repeat
and when the sky forgets their names
the wind will sing the song again

Paper Cranes

Zero divided with two

Zero 0 divided with two - J. Lee

Cash Rules

tells

This song is dedicated to His Excellency Monsignor Antonio Riboldi, Bishop of Acerra, Apostle of Love, Peace, and Justice, whose motto was: "BEHOLD, I AM DOING SOMETHING NEW."
In the lyrics, I stubbornly seek to glimpse the Hope of an Earth, saved by Nature and renewed by Humanity, in harmony among all the creatures that inhabit it.

ECCO IO FACCIO UNA COSA NUOVA 
(Is.35, 1,7,8; Is.43, 19-21)
Brano n. 18 di SALMODIANDO

Si rallegrino il deserto e la terra arida, 
esulti e fiorisca la steppa.
 
La terra bruciata sarà palude 
e il suolo riarso si muterà in sorgenti d'acqua. 

Ci sarà una strada appianata, 
la chiameranno Via santa, 
Via santa, Via santa, Via santa.  

Ecco io faccio una cosa nuova (4 volte): 
anche nel deserto una strada aprirò.

Immetterò fiumi nella steppa; 
mi glorificheranno 
perché avrò fornito acqua al deserto,
fiumi nella steppa, 
per dissetare il mio popolo 
che io ho plasmato per me: 
celebrerà le mie lodi.

Brano dedicato a Sua Eccellenza Mons. Antonio Riboldi, Vescovo di Acerra, Apostolo di Amore, Pace e Giustizia, il cui motto è stato: “ECCO IO FACCIO UNA COSA NUOVA”. 
Nel testo cantato voglio intravedere caparbiamente la Speranza di una Terra, salvata nella Natura e rinnovata nell’Umanità, nell’armonia fra tutte le creature che la abitano.

I spent a lot of time generating this audio file, which certainly needs some improvements and adjustments.
Ho impiegato molto tempo a generare questo file audio, che ha certamente bisogno di miglioramenti e aggiustamenti.

ECCO IO FACCIO UNA COSA NUOVA

Para escuchar el boceto original   https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/boceto-cine-4
Para escuchar la versión con MV https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/430680bb-397e-4fb7-a057-6355962adcdd
Para escuchar el boceto más elaborado  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/recuerdos-de-africa

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 AC

Reordering Thoughts

Dimensions

The End Of Innocence

I am a n AuDHD Singer, Songwriter, Composer and Producer based in Oxfordshire UK.

Reordering Thoughts

The Dopamine Project