No way out

Try not so hard
VOICE Martin Davidson (SWE)
CHOIRS Maly Reyes (MEX)
GUITARS Lucas Diaz Falabella (ARG)
BASS Walter Pallares (ARG)
GTR SOLO Xourel PS (SWI)
GTR SOLO Daniel Gomez (ESP)

MIX AND MASTER G4Z G (DEN)

COVER ART:
Roman from Russia
www.deviantart.com/running-to-hell


Verse 1:
These times it's harder then ever
Are you aware
They say that we should be clever
Then you should pray
Who ar e we, what should we do know
What do they ask

Chorus:
Try not so hard, rememebr things will allways work your way
Try not so hard, the path is yours. the place for you is with the kings
Try not so hard, rememebr things will allways work your way
Try not so hard, the path is yours. the place for you is with the kings

Verse 2:
For fame and fortune we will bough
That is your task
Connected into the media
Social it is
There is no Wikipedia
Your life's a quiz
Keep looking for the answers
What will you do
Get rid of all qour questions
And seek the truth

Chorus:
Try not so hard, rememebr things will allways look your way
Try not so hard, the path is yours. the place for you is with the kings
 Try not so hard, rememebr things will allways work your way
Try not so hard, the path is yours. the place for you is with the kings

Chorus:
Try not so hard, rememebr things will allways look your way
Try not so hard, the path is yours. the place for you is with the kings
Try not so hard, rememebr things will allways work your way
Try not so hard, the path is yours. the place for you is with the kings

 Outro:
Try not so hard
Try not so hard
The place for you is with kings
 The place for you is with kings

Try Not So Hard

Intermission

Gone is the anger.
Gone is the fight.
Gone is your passage into the light.
Gone are the left
Gone are the right.
Gone is your wiggle room.
When things get tight.

Gone is the doctor.
Gone is your hope.
Gone is the ladder. 
Here's some rope.
Gone is the daydream.
Frittered away.
Gone is the saving up.
For rainy days.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone are the holy.
Out for a drink.
Gone for a cigarette. 
Having a think.
Gone through the window.
Gone through the door.
Gone is the condemnation.
All for more.

Gone is the outrage.
Gone is the time.
Gone are the young men.
Sinking their wine.
Gone is the passion.
Blowing away.
Gone, paranoia.
Gone are the brave.
Away.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone/Glass

Here I go

Shamans, alchemists and the natural philosophers of the classical era experience(d) that the planets are one and the same as the gods. They perceive them in the trance state like geometrically-shaped forces that send out signals or audible keys, when one concentrates directly on them at dawn on their name day.  That’s why I made a cover that was not the planet and not the goddess, but a more symbolic form of that force. 

The planets/gods have been called “the mills” by poets in the past because, when in tune with them, you experience a sort of grinding frequency going through the whole body.  I put a D drone to run through the whole track to try to capture that audible vibration, and I was inspired to write these words after meditating on Venus at dawn on her day, Friday. 
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Delight of human kind and Gods above, 
The Star of the Morning, the Queen of Love.
Whose power air, earth, sea and fire supplies,
And breeds all life that’s born beneath the skies.
Every kind that’s alive and blessed with sight,
Springs, when it sees your iridescent light.
It’s you Venus that shades and ghouls most fear, 
And at your blissful appearance, disappear.

[Chorus]
Venus, be my aid, my tuneful song inspire, 
And kindle with your secret fire. 

For you, the wells in fragrant flowers are dressed,
At the Star of the Evening, we take our rest,
And the heavens seem more serene, in harmony, 
When the night-black soil sparkles with copper,
And nightingales extol your cornucopia, 
Peace candles are lit, proportion’s restored, 
And the broken-hearted sense your breath
Soothing them to sleep and healing dreams.


Sadly the brutal business of the war 
Seems unavoidable when the skies host Mars, 
But a man may retire from fighting fields to prove 
The pleasing tremors of your eternal Love,
There, while your curling limbs about him move, 
Involved and entwined in the links of love, 
With heart-strung eloquence our prayers implore,
Bring lasting peace to this world once more. 

[Chorus]
Venus, be my aid, my tuneful song inspire, 
And kindle with your secret fire.

© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2025

Venus

I was a little bit in a hurry with this track....

Vanished

Para escuchar la versión instrumental original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/recuerdos-de-africa
Para escuchar el boceto original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/boceto-cine-4

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

Purgatory

Sometimes life really feels like a sitcom on wheels 🚗💥.
“Just Another Day” is born from a couple of small real accidents that happened to two of us (don’t ask who 😅). Between alarms, burnt breakfasts, empty gas tanks, exploding tires and near-superhero sprints, we tried to turn the chaos into a darkly playful pop rock anthem. Because at the end of the day… it’s just another day!🤪

At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on September 5, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

It is Sunday morning
the alarm is ringing
I don’t want to wake up
I just need more sleeping

It’s already 9 o’clock
I can’t wait to see you
I get up and grab some bread
it almost makes me dead

But I’ve no time
I take my car
driving straight to you
now something’s wrong
I need to stop
I’m out of fuel

Dozens of cars ahead
under this burning sun
it’s just another day
a day of madness, craziness
but nothing in this world
will stop me going on
I’m back into the traffic
feeling lost, confused and stuck
I’m going slightly crazy
I just need a mental pit stop

Now I’m driving faster
I’ve almost reached you
there are only 9 more blocks
keeping me away from you
When the blocks are only 4
suddenly a tire blows
and I crash into the wall
I’m OK but the car is not

I need to run
it’s getting late
and no, I can’t wait
to hug you once again
I want to hold
you in my arms
and kiss you once again
after all
it’s just another day

I feel like the Flash
my shoes are burning
I’m sweating like a runner
I just need some resting
But now I’m almost there
breathless and almost dead
when someone makes me stumble
this is just another day

Dozens of cars ahead
under this burning sun
it’s just another day
a day of madness, craziness
but nothing in this world
will stop me going on
I’m back into the traffic
feeling lost, confused and stuck
I’m going slightly crazy
I just need a mental pit stop

This is just another day
yeah, just another day

Just Another Day

"Bareback. A Tomato Project." is a photo book full of overlying and additional texts, stories and thoughts (from 1999). The lyrics are an excerpt, slightly modified for present tense. 

Me llamo Juan Francisco Bueno Olóriz, soy músico, compositor, letrista y toco la guitarra y el piano. Desde niño me ha gustado componer la letra y la música de mis canciones, primero de forma autodidacta y poco a poco de forma profesional, después de mucho esfuerzo y estudio. 

Mi titulación en el Conservatorio Superior de Música de Zaragoza (España) es de profesor superior de Pedagogía Musical. Tengo estudios de armonía, contrapunto, fuga, composición, arreglos musicales y además he sido profesor de Estética, Historia de la Música, de la Cultura y del Arte en los conservatorios de Tudela y Tarazona (España)

Mis canciones las han cantado artistas de la talla de Luana Ruff, Sebastian, Jesús Lainez,  Manuel Palomino, Joelblesseddd,  Paco Cuenca, Mara Oldfield, Dazz Deva, Ana López Lorente o Carmen París y trabajo con grandes profesionales como el pianista José María Berdejo, el saxo Maiker Rivero, el guitarrista Nacho Abril, el chelista Pablo Baleta y el ingeniero de sonido Juan Miguel Sánchez en el estudio de grabación SIN/CON/PASIONES.

También he compuesto música para videos y documentales, fugas, invenciones, imitaciones canónicas, música modal etc. 

2014: semifinalista en el International Songwriting Competition (ISC)
2023: Special Prize en el 2nd ISAC International Popular Music Composition Competition
 2023: Gold Prize en el Franz Schubert International Music Competition en la categoría de Composición Original.
2023: Second Prize en el Vivaldi International Music Competition en la categoría de Composición Original.
2023: Absolute First Prize in The Bach International Music Competition en la categoría de Composición Original.
2024: Third Prize at the Dubai ProMusic Competition en la categoría de Música Clásica Original.

My name is Juan Francisco Bueno Olóriz, I am a musician, composer, lyricist and I play the guitar and piano. Since I was a child I have liked to compose the lyrics and music of my songs, first as a self-taught person and little by little as a professional, after a lot of effort and study.

My degree from the Conservatorio Superior de Música de Zaragoza (Spain) is as a higher professor of Musical Pedagogy. I have studied harmony, counterpoint, fugue, composition, musical arrangements and I have also been a professor of Aesthetics, History of Music, Culture and Art at the conservatories of Tudela and Tarazona (Spain)

My songs have been sung by artists such as Luana Ruff, Sebastian, Jesús Lainez, Manuel Palomino, Joelblesseddd, Paco Cuenca, Mara Oldfield, Dazz Deva, Ana López Lorente or Carmen París and I work with great professionals such as the pianist José María Berdejo, the saxophonist Maiker Rivero, the guitarist Nacho Abril, the cellist Pablo Baleta and the sound engineer Juan Miguel Sánchez in the recording studio SIN/CON/PASIONES.

I have also composed music for videos and documentaries, fugues, inventions, canonical imitations, modal music, etc.

2014: Semi-finalist at the International Songwriting Competition (ISC)
2023: Special Prize at the 2nd ISAC International Popular Music Composition Competition
2023: Gold Prize at the Franz Schubert International Music Competition in the Original Composition category.
2023: Second Prize at the Vivaldi International Music Competition in the Original Composition category.
2023: Absolute First Prize in The Bach International Music Competition in the Original Composition category.
2024: Third Prize at the Dubai ProMusic Competition in the Original Classical Music category.

Recuerdos de África

Juan Fco. Bueno

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