Awesome Music #40

Fire Cuts

Showlove 14

Re-Ex Hit 56

My third try to mix this song so it sounds like it did on my four tracker before converting it to garage band. I think I'll leave it be now. 

Essentially speaks to the illusion of futility and feeling trapped within a hyper-capitalistic, media, image and propaganda driven culture. As individuals, we can be trapped by it and kept in a mental cage. The difference between us and the monkeys at the zoo is that ours is a psychological cage and we can get ourselves out.

Cage (Remastered)

Motivation

I Don't Mean To

Use It Or Lose It (Prod. By Loyal Bones)

Hi Guys, Thanks for Listen, Your comment its Gold, Rhythmic Escape its Alive, Full Song here push.fm/fl/rfk3layx Youtube: youtu.be/9a0wxAfjJy4?si=QhL-1R-RKAkPPAM8


Get ready to escape and truly feel life with “Rhythmic Escape,” the latest single from DJ SKEYN MORENO LUGO.

This track invites you on a vibrant journey, where every beat reflects the warmth of sunshine and the resilience to overcome even the rainiest days. With uplifting lyrics, “Rhythmic Escape” is a celebration of life’s colors, the power of smiles, and the importance of living each moment to the fullest.

Driven by its infectious rhythm and powerful message, this song inspires you to let go of worries and chase your dreams with unwavering spirit.  
Prepare to soar higher, live bolder, and discover that within every shade—both darkness and light—there’s a reason to keep moving forward.  
Don’t miss the premiere of this anthem of freedom and hope. Hit play on “Rhythmic Escape” and let the music move you to dream big.

 LYRICS:
[Verse]
Sun's shining
Feel the warm embrace
Smiles on faces
Joy fills up the space
Life's a painting
Colors shining bright
Every moment
I'm gonna live it right

[Verse 2]
Rainy days
Feel the drops on my skin
Washing away the worry that's within
Life's a journey
It's a winding road
Through the highs and lows
I will never fold

[Chorus]
In the shades of life
We find our way
Through darkness and light
We're gonna stay
Chasing dreams
Reaching for the sky
In the shades of life
We're gonna fly high

Teaser Rhythmic Escape

Open up yourself to a world of possibilities

open up to life

Pare escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/quiero-ir-a-alaska-ac
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/quiero-ir-a-alaskaversion-original-ver-texto

Quiero ir a Alaska

Era un día después de puente
y se oía gritar a Vicente:
venga chavales, menos hablar
que ya es lunes y hay que trabajar.

En una mesa Chupito a Juan
le comentaba la gran novedad:
hay que ir a Alaska a reglar un rodillo 
y quieren que vaya con el abuelito.
Ilusionado el joven Chupito 
cantaba así.

Estribillo

Quiero ir a Alaska con Abraham
Quiero ir a Alaska con el Herrera
Quiero ir a Alaska con el Aznar
Quiero ir a Alaska con el que sea.

Quiero ir a Alaska con el Ramón
Quiero ir a Alaska con el Fortea
Quiero ir a Alaska con Pasamón 
Quiero ir a Alaska con el que sea.


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Chupito soñaba con ese viaje
y le pedía el permiso a su padre
que extrañado, antes de dar
el visto bueno, se fue a comprobar.

Ya en la empresa osó preguntar
¿es fantasía o realidad?
no había viaje ni había rodillo
sólo la broma de un listillo.
Desilusionado el pobre Chupito
clamaba así.

Estribillo 

I Want to Go to Alaska

It was the day after a long weekend
and Vicente could be heard shouting:
Come on, kids, stop talking
because it's Monday and we have to work.

At a table, Chupito was telling Juan
the big news:
we have to go to Alaska to fix a rolling pin
and they want me to go with Grandpa.
Excited, young Chupito
sang like this.

Chorus

I want to go to Alaska with Abraham
I want to go to Alaska with Herrera
I want to go to Alaska with Aznar
I want to go to Alaska with whoever.

I want to go to Alaska with Ramón
I want to go to Alaska with Fortea
I want to go to Alaska with Pasamón
I want to go to Alaska with whoever.

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Chupito dreamed of that trip
and asked his father for permission
who, surprised, went to check before giving
the go-ahead.

Once at the company, he dared to ask
Is it fantasy or reality?
There was no trip, nor was there a rolling pin,
just a clever kid's joke.
Disillusioned, poor Chupito
cried out like this.

Chorus

Quiero ir a Alaska

Magic

Session

Amy Stevens vocals
John Russell guitars, bass, keys, drums/drum programming
Recorded at PORKCHOPS! III September 2025
Produced by John Russell and Amy Stevens
All songs written by Amy Stevens and John Russell c/p 2025 Solstice Music INC/The Chocolate Era LTD

Poison Ivy

“Un blues moderno che nasce dal suono del mare e parla di un amore alla deriva. Tra onde, silenzi e parole naufragate, il brano racconta la distanza, il dolore e la ricerca di una via d’uscita che sembra non arrivare mai. Un viaggio emotivo tra malinconia e speranza, sospeso tra acqua e sale.”
Lyrics:
Verse 1        
Siediti e adesso ascolta il mare                                  
Quello ha da dire, una voce sottile che tocca il cuore, dolce non fa rumore                                          
Acqua e sale in un istante, sale e acqua in superficie
Come un naufrago distante dall' isola, da un isola

Chorus
Noi siamo sapore di acqua pura ma distanti tra le mura                                                                                    Un fragore di onde e mare, che non sappiamo ascoltare                                                                  Le parole amplificate spesso andate naufragate                                                    
Più vicini alla deriva, di un amore ormai al limite, dell' impossibile
Giù immersi, in uno scontro senza fine di parole che non vorremmo mai dire

Verso 2                                                  
Non nascondo il dolore, non c'è il perdono in questa stanza ingiallita
E scambiarci delle colpe che non ci porteranno certo ad una via uscita
Ci sarà certo una via d' uscita, ci sarà certo una via d' uscita
No non c'è, no non c'è, no non c'è

AMORE IN SUPERFICIE

Filth Monsta

I’m so smart I’m dumb
Picking up the crumbs
I often go numb
But I shall over come
 
Once I was so down
It was like showdown
Between me and the whole town
So I just bounced out.
I let go of all doubt
And I’m feeling myself
Revealing my health
On the mic one syllable into the night
At a time
And I’m mad at rhymes
I didn’t think of before Wayne
I’m your fave but
Deep down I’m your clay
Mold me into something
Special today…
 
I’m so smart I’m dumb
Picking up the crumbs
I often go numb
But I shall over come
 
Above the clouds
God rubs one out
As he thinks
Of your pout.
The mouth of the south
My only doubt
Is what your about
Truly, a movie
A beauty a clue B
Is what you won’t give me
But you can’t bullshit me
I’m chasing a Gypsy with Kidneys
In an ice cooler in Sydney
And I’m nice to her because she wants to kill me
 
I’m so smart I’m dumb
Picking up the crumbs
I often go numb
But I shall over come

Picking Up The Crumbs

Cold morning, return desk blinking like a lighthouse
She stands with a sweater the color of sour decisions
green that vibrates against her skin
Her aunt said it made her glow
but it mostly made her itch in philosophical ways
She hands it over gently
as if surrendering one of those
unwanted wonders
that arrive wrapped in love but stitched in misjudgment

Next in line: the man with the future in a box
A smart toaster that sent him inspirational quotes at 3 a.m.
all while burning bread with perfect confidence
It promised lifestyle integration
it integrated only with dust and disappointment
He shrugs, resets his expectations
and the clerk nods
both of them quietly acknowledging
the unwanted wonders tech keeps inventing for them

A father carries a robot dog
whose bark loops on one eternal, existential note
like it's questioning the meaning of fetch
His kid cried because
"it doesn't love us back"
He didn't know how to explain
that some things never can
The clerk scans it like a memorial ritual
another small addition
to the shelf of unwanted wonders
that couldn't simulate affection convincingly enough

She returns a self-help book
with ten steps, each louder than the last
Step one told her to embrace possibility
Step two told her to transcend limitations
By step three she was already done with the sermon
She isn't broken-just allergic to imperatives
The clerk whispers, "Same"
their solidarity soft
their refund an act of rebellion
against yet another unwanted wonder
promising upgrades to the soul

Then comes the old man
with a gift card to a store he can't pronounce
the kind that sells ethically curated objects
for lives lived very far from his
He says he'd trade it all
for a phone call from his daughter
The clerk stops
Really stops
Gives him cash instead
and wishes he gets something
that isn't an unwanted wonder this year

Closing time
A bin of returns glows under dull fluorescent light
a quiet museum of misfired intentions
People walk out lighter
refund slips in pockets
carrying only what survived the season
the hope that next year
we'll give fewer unwanted wonders
and more of whatever warmth
we still remember how to share

Unwanted Wonders

Your My Mystery

Afterthoughts

I left my coat on your chair again 
The threadbare kind you used to mend 
Your laugh still echoes in the room
But you won’t be back 
Anytime soon

A half-full glass on the windowsill 
Makes me think that time is standing still 
But the clock hands tick they never rest 
Like the beating heart inside my chest 

Afterthoughts they creep 
Afterthoughts they crawl 
Bouncing off an empty wall
Every word we left unsaid 
Spins like a record in my head 

I throw a glance at your chair once more
Your face is a ghost and I know for sure
You won’t be back 
Ever again
There’s nothing here for me any more

The cobwebs forming on the wall
Remind me that time will take its toll
The house will become alive again
We had it all in so many ways

Perhaps we’ll meet again some day
But if we do what will we say

Lyrics by Phil Hawker







Afterthoughts

I have to admit I am a virgin.

An afro house virgin, so I finally released an afro house track :)

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Body Count (FINAL VERSION LINK IN THE DESCRIPT)

Fading Ink

i am better than you

Kiera Starr’s ‘Holiday Blues’ stands as her second official Christmas single, following last years ‘Christmas Alone’.

Holiday Blues

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