The Wild Hunt

Raging in the jaws of the id,
Groups of electrons form lone pairs.
On the benches of Central Park,
Sad sewn mouths swallow the dark.

Dense groups of digital nomads,
Are lost in the chips of iPads,
Grim spreaders of the new plague,
Trapped in solitude's dark cage.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

At the time of the nuclear dawn,
Chernobyl apples in the town.
Bought as gifts with vengeful glee,
To poison foes and family.

How we misuse our earthly life,
A blade that cuts us like a knife.
Drowned in cycles of daily hate,
Lost on roads that twist our fate.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.
In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

I would like to travel back,
To the roots of my inner crack,
Facing my ancestral fear,
Exploring the ego's sphere.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

In The Void

Mes vingt ans, l'insouciance, on mordait la vie à belles dents, rien ne nous paraissait grave, tout nous semblait possible.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7AyQB2ISYM
Paroles:
Je commençais à peine à trouver quelques notes,
Toi t'étais déjà fan, tu riais de mes fautes.
Puis tu partais rejoindre les amis de ton âge,
Randonnée à cheval dans la lande sauvage.
C'est là bas qu'on s'est connu,
C'est là bas qu'on a vécu.
J'y pense encore malgré le temps,
Qui met des chaînes aux sentiments, et pourtant.

Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme le monde, nous portait,
A la lumière des champs de blé,
Chassant l'hiver, de nos pensées.
Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme de tout, on se moquait,
Riant du pire, comme du meilleur,
Songeant toujours, à un ailleurs,
Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,

J'ai fini par trouver un jour les bonnes notes,
Toi t'étais déjà loin, de ma vie de mes fautes.
J'ai peut être compris, un peu tard le message,
Tu courais trop sans moi, dans la lande sauvage.
Mais là bas tu resteras,
Toute ma vie comme autrefois.
Tu resteras malgré le temps,
Qui met des chaînes aux sentiment, et pourtant.

Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme le monde, nous portait,
A la lumière des champs de blé,
Chassant l'hiver, de nos pensées.
Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme de tout, on se moquait,
Riant du pire, comme du meilleur,
Songeant toujours, à un ailleurs,
Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme on s'aimait.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète


Lyrics:
I was just beginning to find some notes,
You had already been a fan, you laughed at my mistakes.
Then you would leave to join friends your age,
Horseback riding in the wild moor.
It was there that we met
That's where we lived.
I still think about it despite the time,
Who puts chains on feelings, and yet.

As they lived, as they loved each other,
As the world carried us,
In the light of the wheat fields,
Chasing winter from our thoughts.
As they lived, as they loved each other,
As with everything, they laughed,
Laughing at the worst, as well as at the best,
Always thinking, of an elsewhere,
As they lived, as they loved each other,

I ended up finding the right grades one day,
You were already far away, from my life, from my faults
. I may have understood, a little late the message,
 You were running too much without me, in the wild moor.
 But there you will remain, all my life as in the past.
 You will remain in spite of time,
 Who puts chains on feelings, and yet.

As they lived, as they loved each other,
  Like the world, carried us, In the light of the wheat fields,
 Chasing the winter, from our thoughts.
 As we lived, as we loved each other, 
As with everything, we laughed at the worst,
 as at the best, Always thinking of an elsewhere,
 As we lived, as we loved each other,
 As we loved each other.

 Christian PERUTI author, composer, performer

Comme on s'aimait

Something completely different for me... special thanks to Kane for bringing this to life!

Fever

Round And Round by Beats Working (John Hardman) - rock ballad guitar based
John Hardman - Vocals, guitar, keys
Written, produced and arranged by JH
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK/Swamp Records UK for all territories

Round And Round - Beats Working

This track is the result of Andreas giving me four random chords, after which I received a vision of the sea around some forgotten ruins on the beach of a tiny picturesque village in Greece which turned out to be called Assini, although I'd never heard of it before. 

Many thanks to @APi_ZZ for refining my mix, as well as the titling of the cover.

Assini

Memories in Color  / Autor - Karl Heimgartner Dat : 10.09. 2024/ © Copyright 
Composition  / Karl Heimgartner / Songer /  Studio PH /  May / 27 / 2025 / © Copyright

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Memories in Color

Para escuchar la versión de Martin T.  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/estoy-harto-feat-martin-t
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/estoy-harto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/estoy-harto-ver-texto

ESTOY HARTO

No sé si me acostumbraré
a pasar por tu puerta y no llamar
a que llegue el domingo por la tarde,
a las cuatro, no tener que ir a buscarte.

Sé bien lo duro que va a ser
pero he de afrontarlo con valor
pues dejar que los días lo decidan
sólo haría agrandarme más la herida.

Un día tuve confianza
y creí posible evitar
que un amor tan bello naufragara
pero hoy ¡ya no puedo más!

Estribillo

Estoy harto
de tu hipocresía
de tus fantasías
de que quieras ser
para unas cosas niña
y para otras mujer.

Estoy harto
de tantas mentiras
de soñar que un día
lograrás vencer
las rabietas que te guían
y dictan lo que has de hacer.

------------------- 

Mil veces me has dicho que sí,
que lo nuestro tenía que cambiar
pero luego, olvidándote de todo,
me demuestras que mi amor te importa poco.

Un día tuve confianza
y creí posible evitar
que un amor tan bello naufragara
paro hoy: ¡ya no puedo más!

Estribillo

I'M FED UP

I don't know if I'll ever get used to
walking through your door and not knocking,
or Sunday afternoon arriving at four, or not having to go looking for you.

I know how hard it's going to be,
but I have to face it with courage,
because letting the days decide would only make the wound worse.

One day I had confidence,
and I thought it was possible to prevent
such a beautiful love from foundering,
but today I can't take it anymore!

Chorus

I'm fed up
with your hypocrisy,
with your fantasies
about wanting to be
a girl in some ways
and a woman in others.

I'm fed up
with so many lies,
with dreaming that one day
you'll be able to overcome
the tantrums that guide you
and dictate what you have to do.

-------------------

A thousand times you've told me yes,
that our relationship had to change,
but then, forgetting everything,
you show me that my love means little to you.

One day I trusted myself
and believed it was possible to prevent
such a beautiful love from foundering.
I stop today: I can't take it anymore!

Chorus

Estoy harto AC

"REAL RAP - NO MUMBLE" is a dark East Coast boom bap diss anthem laced with gritty lyricism, sharp battle bars, and unapologetic truth. Delivered over a haunting, vintage drum-heavy instrumental, this track marks the moment where the student becomes the master, turning pain, betrayal, and frustration into lyrical warfare.

The artist channels the Sith Code to embrace power through conflict, declaring defiance against cancel culture and fake loyalty. Drawing parallels to high-stakes conflict like Iran vs. Israel, the verses become a battlefield of mind and mic. With venomous jabs aimed at freeloaders, weak collaborators, and industry phonies, the artist makes it clear — he carried the weight all winter, and now it’s time to speak up.

Packed with layered metaphors, philosophical rage, and emotional intelligence, this track is not just a diss — it’s a declaration of independence. No more silence. No more handouts. No more glass ceilings.

“I worked too hard for you to stop me.”
This is the sound of a voice reborn.

REAL RAP - NO MUMBLE

Bolera

BOLERA

Pale Moonlight (EDM version)

IR1S (Intelligent Recognitive Integrated Sound) is an alternative band electronic music project where the central characters in every song are women. Each track tells a story, explores a social issue, or expresses a thought from the perspective of these protagonists, weaving together elements of both fictional narratives and real-life experiences. Drawing inspiration from strong women in literature, cinema, and dystopian worlds, IR1S creates a unique soundscape that blends powerful storytelling with evocative electronic beats.
For information write to the new management "John Falko Promotion"

In The Void

IR1S

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