A song totally about the struggle to create music in an apartment.  Growing up it was always impossible to really play.  The walls were so thin someone was always pissed off.  These thoughts really came to the surface while recording my new music, "Raised In Apartments," which is all about spending my life in small spaces

TheGarage That I Never Had

This tune was released by the Beatles in 1967. Performed on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: https://www.harveytwyman.com

Name That Tune #437 by the Beatles

Head Room - Robert Grigg & Combstead

This about all those DNA services to find out your family tree.

Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/si-somos-amigos-ac-feat-mv
Para escuchar la versión de estudio  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/si-somos-amigos-1
Para escuchar la versión original https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/sisomos-amigos-version-original-ver-texto

SI SOMOS AMIGOS

Sin darnos cuenta
el tiempo ha pasado
el día ha llegado
y la vida no espera;
ni espera el destino
ni la realidad se detiene:
el mundo camina perdido
y si alguien cansado se siente
se queda en el camino.

Y tú, mi última esperanza,
con voz rota y temblorosa
me dices adiós, pero tu boca
susurra con desconfianza:
“hasta que vuelvas, amor mío,
si es que aún somos amigos”

Hoy a mi mente
se acerca el recuerdo
de todo aquel tiempo
que me hablabas de frente
y que me decías
con seguridad y firmeza
“la fe en uno mismo implica
tener la completa certeza 
del ser en quien confías” 

Y hoy, el miedo a la distancia
hace que pronuncies frases
que hieren mi ser como un sable
clavado dentro de mi alma,
porque denotan que la duda
te atrapó y eres ya suya.

Y tú, mi última esperanza,
con voz rota y temblorosa
me dices adiós, pero tu boca
susurra con desconfianza:
“hasta que vuelvas, amor mío,
si es que aún somos amigos”


IF WE ARE FRIENDS

Without us realizing
the time has passed
the day has arrived
And life does not wait;
nor does destiny wait
nor does reality stop:
the world walks lost
and if someone tired feels
stays on the road.

And you, my last hope,
with a broken and trembling voice
you say goodbye, but your mouth
whispers suspiciously:
"Until you come back, my love,
if we are still friends "

Today to my mind
the memory is coming
of all that time
that you were talking to me in front
and what were you telling me
safely and firmly
"Faith in oneself implies
have complete certainty
of the being you trust "

And today, the fear of distance
makes you pronounce sentences
that hurt my being like a saber
nailed inside my soul,
because they denote that the doubt
she caught you and you are already her.

And you, my last hope,
with a broken and trembling voice
you say goodbye, but your mouth
whispers suspiciously:
"Until you come back, my love,
if we are still friends "

Si Somos Amigos (ver texto)

0010 Pirate The Secession

This song was made in rememberance of my grandmother who passed away at the age of 85, she was beside me in good and bad and i will love her dearly forever

lyrics:

Lately bugging me i dont feel too well
I swallow the sickness tucked in my shell
And stir up the part of me that i never knew well

God is it scary its like my soul is missing
Gone to my head my memory everlasting
Everythings fucked never lasting
Its a piece of us uncollected
And i lay here down stare at me
What it is in my body got me down on my knees
And the silence of the walls so fucking deafened inside
Hate the way the nightmare came alive

The world doesnt feel the same since the day that you left us
Teary eyed no better sense of self what is there for us
Take what you given what we loved on the daily
The world doesnt stop for us its us verse the carefree
Fight for the justice of her startled and weary
And before you say we never wanted to live this
Hate me
Or love me
But the truth is we get fucking lonely

What a system
Whether you live or die
They dont fucking care they just wanna see their own money rise
One politician
Full degradation
Pave his way to greatness no matter how many bodies lie
What i just said fuck it forget it forget it
You dont have to keep promises if your supports ever living
But when your support fails we kick the chair right under your feet

They let us down again

What a bunch of fucking useless green coats
Do not stop me
Cannot stop me now
What a failing system did to us and yet we never change

The world doesnt feel the same since the day that you left us
Teary eyed no better sense of self what is there for us
Take what you given what we loved on the daily
But the world doesnt stop for us its us verse the carefree
Fight for the justice of her startled and weary
And before you say we never wanted to live this
Hate me
Or love me
But the truth is we all get fucking lonely

Im so sick im in my feelings
Feeling like im ripped apart
We dont feel like disappearing
I can start my hollow heart
I can see the end of meaning
How it never took me in
Sorry my mind in the celining
How we got here no one knows

The world doesnt feel the same since the day that you left us
Teary eyed no better sense of self what is there for us
Take what you given what we loved on the daily
But the world doesnt stop for us its us verse the carefree
Fight for the justice of her startled and weary
And before you say we never wanted to live this
Hate me
Or love me
But the truth is we all get fucking lonely

Remember

Compositor: Rodrigo Ibáñez
Producción y ejecución musical: Rodrigo Ibáñez

TV Junkie

(Letra y música: Rodrigo Ibáñez)

Vete a dormir, dulces sueños tendrás
evades a la vida que es muy ruda para ti
un día al fin tu suerte cambiará
sentado en tu poltrona, la magia se activará

TV Junkie, TV Junkie, tu nana ha sido
y siempre será la televisión
TV Junkie, TV Junkie, perdido en las pantallas
buscas llenar tu interior

Siempre hubo quien creyó en tí, pero las verdades duelen
y preferiste huir de ahí
El paso del tiempo, tus ilusiones sepultó,
tus mentiras son escudo contra el mundo exterior

TV Junkie, TV Junkie, ¿Dónde está esa vida que 
prometiste concretar?
TV Junkie, TV Junkie, ¿Dónde buscas a tu padre
que nunca volverá?

Llenas tus días con ilusión y vanidad,
haciendo juicios vanos sobre todos los demás
quieres ser lo que miras en TV, 
cosechas ahora los frutos de tu 
falta de acción

TV Junkie, TV Junkie, 
habrá siempre culpables 
de lo que a tí te pasó
TV Junkie, TV Junkie, 
los niños rotos no saben dar, 
ni recibir amor 
No lo saben,
No podrán

TV Junkie, TV Junkie, 
habrá siempre culpables 
de lo que a tí te pasó
TV Junkie, TV Junkie, 
los niños rotos no saben dar, 
ni recibir amor 
No.


TV Junkie - Menelic

Endless Engorgement

"Vocês vão ouvir a 'tradução' deles. O #synthpop de merda. A versão 'Cold War' polida que o 'casal margarina' 'traficou' do nosso HD."

"Eles acharam que podiam 'traduzir' a nossa fúria."

"Eles estavam errados pra caralho."

"Isto é o 'Origins: REFORGED'. Estas são as 11 faixas originais. O código-fonte. A porra das demos como elas deviam ter soado. O ódio cru, o barulho que eles tentaram apagar."

"Isto não é o 'Origins'. É o 'Origins' Reforjado na porra da nossa garagem, com metal, ódio e sete cordas. Incluindo o 'tapa na cara' (BRO'S FUNERAL MARCH (REST IN PISS)) que eles achavam que estava enterrado."

"Eles têm a 'tradução'. A gente tem a porra da verdade." #TimeTraducao #TimeBarulho | "You're going to hear their 'translation'. The shitty #synthpop. The polished 'Cold War' version that the 'margarine couple' 'smuggled' from our hard drive."

"They thought they could 'translate' our fury."

"They were dead wrong."

"This is 'Origins: REFORGED'. These are the 11 original tracks. The source code. The fucking demos as they should have sounded. The raw hatred, the noise they tried to erase."

"This isn't 'Origins'. It's 'Origins' Reforged in our fucking garage, with metal, hatred and seven strings. Including the 'slap in the face' (BRO'S FUNERAL MARCH (REST IN PISS)) that they thought was buried."

"They have the 'translation'. We have the fucking truth." #TranslationTime #TimeScream

Don't Forget Me (Reforged)

Lyrics:

Across the vast and empty heavens,
A ghost moon weeps for every rhyme
I wrote while chasing fleeting seconds
That beckon from the edge of time.
Entire oceans turn to dust,
And blot the sun as I engrave
Decaying clouds infused with rust
That drift above my shallow grave.

I lay your ashes on the floor,
And leave before you ask me why,
I stood outside your bedroom door,
When I entombed our final sky.

I see you now, oh, wilting flower,
Your severed wings were left to rot,
As dusk erodes you by the hour,
You claim to be what you are not.
A silent thread begins to fray
Within the cracks of all we knew,
I paint the night in shades of gray,
And bleed a brighter part of you.

I lay your ashes on the floor,
And leave before you ask me why,
I stood outside your bedroom door,
When I entombed our final sky.

I'm flowing through distorted spaces,
I'm turning into specks of sand,
I'm haunted by forgotten faces,
But I no longer find your hand.
Why won't you help me understand?

Why won't you help me understand?

Why won't you help me understand?

Shattered skyline,
(I'm standing on the precipice)
In this timeline,
(I hide inside my chrysalis)
Why do you always ask for more of me?

I lay your ashes on the floor,
And leave before you ask me why,
I stood outside your bedroom door,
When I entombed our final sky.

Ptera

Chrysalis

(HUN 🇭🇺)

I enjoy weird music

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