Track # 5 called "Awake and Aware" from my first LP called "Songs for Peace , Love and Understanding". This tune was written with themes of the quiet serenity of the morning , which is my favorite time of the day and the peace and solitude which comes with it.

Lyrics:
In the quiet of the morning
Before the world awakes
I find myself a refuge
In the stillness that it makes

The gentle breeze it whispers
A melody so sweet
Carrying me to places
Where my heart and mind can meet

Whispers of serenity
Wrap around my soul
In the solitude of peace
My spirit is made whole

As the world spins around me
I find my center here
In the depths of my own silence
I find a love so clear

So, I'll cherish these moments
Of quiet and of grace
In the whispers of serenity
I found my rightful place.

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati Copyright 2024
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea 2025

Serenity and Solitude (Remix)

with great renewed pleasure I propose another collaboration with my great friend Geoffrey, now at home on my site😀I hope our friendship and musical collaboration will last for a long time as we realize we have rather similar tastes and methods and above all with ideas about girls😀🤪🤷🙋🏻‍♂️



https://youtu.be/TNmg0NbHaK8?feature=shared

https://open.spotify.com/album/7AVA4HrDBtJnBTFibJCscJ?si=hzaOCWHKRtCRu4v0-c--zg


https://music.apple.com/it/album/my-god-feat-g-master/1817019491?i=1817019492&ls

https://music.amazon.it/albums/B0F9YJRDFB?marketplaceId=APJ6JRA9NG5V4&musicTerritory=IT&ref=dm_sh_A8EKlnwWDbqaTenNeBQcIC9Ck&trackAsin=B0F9YN3W5W




Lyric and Music by G. MASTER
Arrangement by LinOnyx
 
MY GOD
 
bema for unto me my god my god the man who swallow me up def fighting daily oppressors me
youngressor be made unto me my god my god the man who swallow me up if fighting daily opp
princes me danressor for man would swallow me up if fighting daily oppressers me danresser
for man would swallow me up he fighting daily oppressers me


Sorry maybe for bad translation but i use like a lot of lyricists google translator and sometimes...is not.perfect😀😁🤝i

MY God (feat.G.Master).mp3

"This song isn’t about performance... it’s about survival.
I live with autism, constant mental noise, and the pain of losing my ability to create with my hands. When the chaos inside becomes too much, the only peace I find is in music.
This track is how I process, how I breathe, how I stay.
If you’ve ever felt overwhelmed, unseen, or like you’re running from your own thoughts…
I made this for you too."
💙🎷💭 #NeurodivergentVoices #AutisticArtist #MusicAsMedicine

****Lyrics****

My brain’s not wired the way it should be,
It hums and flickers constantly.
Patterns flood me, sounds collide,
So I shape the storm I hold inside.
My dad saw the blueprints in my stare,
Let me build, let me breathe, let me repair.
Where others saw mess, I saw machines,
And he saw the music in my in-betweens.

I used to draw, to twist, to weld,
My hands could echo what my mind held.
And when the noise got too loud to bear,
I’d pick up my sax, and I was there.
No sheet music, just me and the sound,
Playing what I felt, not what I’d found.
I’d slip into songs like a second skin,
And the world would hush from deep within.

I don’t write songs to sing along,
I write when I’ve held it in too long.
It’s not for fame, or a radio track,
It’s to help my mind find its way back.
When I don’t write, I start to drown,
So I turn my overload into sound.

You see talent, I see weight,
Thoughts that crash and reverberate.
I hear harmony in the sound of fans,
Basslines in pipes, chords in hands.
Ideas claw at me when I try to sleep,
Rhythms that haunt instead of keep.
So I write not to create, but to release,
To bargain for just one hour of peace.

Some call me a genius, it makes me flinch,
There’s a thin line here, and it’s barely an inch.
Passed out at my desk more times than I know,
Because the noise won’t stop, and I can’t let go.
But your words hold me like steady hands,
You listen, you lift, and that still stands.
You don’t just like what I create,
You remind me I can still translate.

I don’t write songs to feel adored,
I write because I’m coming apart at the core.
It’s not performance, it’s not control,
It’s how I channel what’s stolen my soul.
So if you hear my work and feel seen,
Know I wrote it just to stay between.

There’s no off switch in my skull.
No quiet room. No empty hull.
But Music makes it breathable.
Makes it bearable.
Makes me visible.

I don’t write songs to entertain,
I write because they buffer the pain.
You think it’s talent, but it’s how I cope.
I turn the flood into fragile hope.
And if my music helped you sleep tonight…
Then maybe, I’ll sleep too.
Just for a while.
That’s enough.

I don’t sing.
I survive.
And this,
This is how I stay alive.

I Don’t Write Songs "I Survive”

Timeless Bonds Frank & Hilma Our little Stars Version 2.

When they realize

This song is dedicated to my late Uncle Liam. I appreciate the Amoeba mostly because of his comic relief he offered everyone that was lucky enough to spend time with him before he passed away a couple of weeks ago. One day when Liam first discovered CAD (He had tech before everyone) Liam ushered me over to his computer and enthusiastically said watch this. He zoomed for ages on his PC and eventually after zooming passed the table top we found an Amoeba. So the first verse reflects that interaction from around 25 years ago which is in my head like a video. So lucky 

🔆 Rest in piece Liam 🙏🏽

Lyrics

Good will to me
Zoomed CAD
Above a house
Wait for it lad
Zoom to this room
Yonder further to table
This journey moves on
The table grain now scene fable
Ya aint seen nothing yet
More finger scrolls just yet
Look!... I am Amoeba, memory we get

Seer single celled
Orgasmically grown
Shape shifting to drift
Pseudopods are dawned
The futures legs
The futures arms
Let's look inside these giants of charm

Eukaryotic cell
Your DNA does tell
It's server farm finds nucleaus
Float in endoplasmic viscous
Flanked by sponge like food vacuoles
Decorative crystals
Structured mould
Osmosis tooled
Contractile vacuole
Good endoplasmic great cell wall hold
It's pseudopodia Saturday Night Fever
You can use my walk
I am Amoeba

Seer single cell
Organic hand
Shape shoft to drift through sea or land
The giants adjust
Pseudopods born
Now legs of life
Armed future warm
Seer single celled
Orgasmically grown
Shape shifting to drift
Pseudopods are dawned
The futures legs
The futures arms
Let's look inside these giants of charm

I am Amoeba
It's my power this freedom
I am Amoeba
I gave you the free show
It's nice to meet ya
I am Amoeba
Pseudopodia Saturday Night Fever
Use my walk
I am Amoeba🦠

I am Amoeba (Nightmode)

Ghosts never sleep .mp3

Soltás y das

Cuando el viento choca en los cristales
y la luna funde con la piel.
cuando sombras caen como puñales
y las horas van a su merced.
Y a pesar de los días en que dudas en creer.
Soltás, soltás, soltás y das, soltás, para ser.

Cuando la memoria vuelve al frio   
y el invierno espera en el umbral.
cuando llega del miedo y el astío
en silencio miras que hay atrás.
Y a pesar de los días en que dudas ensoñar.
Soltás, soltás, soltás y das, soltás, para ser.

Y a pesar de los días en que dudas en creer.
Soltás, soltás, soltás y das, soltás, para ser.

Letra y música
Pichy Sotomayor

Soltás y das

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Couplet 1
Les rails rouillent sous le ciel gris
Des trains fantômes passent la nuit
Les quais bondés, pleurent en silence
L'horloge s'arrête, pas la distance

Refrain
C’est le dernier wagon qu’on oublie
Sous la poussière des années enfouie
Manque d’amour manque de vision
La France traîne dans l’abandon

Couplet 2
Les lignes s’effacent sur la carte
Les villages s’éteignent à chaque étape
Les  trains qui regardent les vaches 
Se perdent sans regagner l’étable

Refrain
C’est le dernier wagon qu’on oublie
Sous la poussière des années enfouie
Manque d’amour manque de vision
La France traîne dans l’abandon

Pont
Et si l’on reconstruisait demain
Des chemins qui mènent à nos destins
Donnons des ailes à ces vieux rails
Faisons renaître l’éclat d’un travail

Refrain
C’est le dernier wagon qu’on oublie
Sous la poussière des années enfouie
Manque d’amour manque de vision
La France traîne dans l’abandon


Tous droits réservés par Jacques BEGUE écrit le 13/06/2025



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