INTERACTION FINALITY IS TO LET DREAMS GO

Don't Be Cruel Elvis Presley cover

Hommage à Quincy Jones, au regard si triste et si émouvant- 
A tribute to Quincy Jones whose eyes are so sad and so moving

All About Quincy

Auf Wiedersehen (2005) – Goodbye unfaithfulness!
Auf Wiedersehen (German: Goodbye) is a German pop rock anthem that pulls no punches. With emotionally charged vocals, this song offers an unapologetic take on betrayal and unfaithfulness. The narrator kicks their cheating partner out of both the house and their life. Sharp, direct lyrics collide with relentless energy, reminiscent of the 2000s wave of Deutschpop. It’s the kind of breakup song we need—full of rage, bitterness, and spite.

Nadine de Macedo: lyrics, composition, electric guitar, programming, arrangement, production
Eva-Stephanie Holtorp: composition, vocals, acoustic guitar, programming

You can find this song on all streaming portals:
https://too.fm/ndm-auf-wiedersehen

Where to find us:
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://soundcloud.com/momente-galerie

==== LYRICS ====

Ich schreibe deinen Namen auf,
häng' ihn auf, schlag dreimal drauf
Einmal fürs Lügen, zweimal für sie
danke fürs Betrügen, ich sah sie nie

Ich dachte, wir seien unzertrennlich
unsere Liebe stets unendlich
Pack die Sachen, du kannst gehen
Ich will dich nicht mehr wiedersehen

Der Streit war unumgänglich
deine Neue selbstverständlich
Pack die Sachen, du kannst gehen
Ich will dich nicht mehr wiedersehen
Oh oh oh oh

Ich kleb' dein Foto an die Wand,
zünd' es an und lösch’s mit Sand
Tu’s für's Schweigen und für sie
die schwarzen Ecken verblassen nie

Ich dachte, wir seien unzertrennlich
unsere Liebe stets unendlich
Pack die Sachen, du kannst gehen
Ich will dich nicht mehr wiedersehen

Der Streit war unumgänglich
deine Neue selbstverständlich
Pack die Sachen, du kannst gehen
Ich will dich nicht mehr wiedersehen
Oh oh oh oh

Du tust als sei nichts gewesen
und ich seh dein Herz verwesen
Deine Liebe wird sich freuen
Den Kuss mit dir bereuen

So kann's gehen
Auf Wiedersehen
Du lässt mich stehen
Auf Wiedersehen

Unsere Liebe unzertrennlich,
die Neue selbstverständlich
Pack die Sachen, du kannst gehen
Ich will dich nicht mehr wiedersehen

Der Streit war unumgänglich
deine Neue selbstverständlich
Pack deine Sachen, du kannst gehen
Ich will dich nicht mehr wiedersehen

Oh ich will dich
Ich will dich
Ich will dich nicht mehr wiedersehen
Oh oh oh oh

Auf Wiedersehen

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

HELLO FRIENDS AND MUSICAL COMPADRES!  TO BE TRUTHFUL, I HAVENT BEEN VERY MOTIVATED TO CREATE MUSIC, ARRANGEMENTS, SOUNDZZZZZ, OR ANYTHNG MUSICAL REALLY....UNTIL LATELY, I TRY NOT TO MAKE ANYTHING UNLESS I FEEL IM DRAWN TO DO SO, OTHERWISE, IT SEEMS THE END RESULT FUCKING SUCKS MOST TIMES....I AM VERY HAPPY WITH THIS NEW ONE HERE, SO TAKE OFF, BLAST OFF INTO WHEREVER YOUR MIND TAKES YOU....BIGGGGGG LOVE ALWAYZZZZZZ, ROOTS!!!
P.S. IM GOING TO GO THROUGH AND CATCH UP AND TAKE THE NECESSARY TIME TO TRULY ENJOY YOUR PIECES THAT I AM VERY BEHIND ON....I TRULY LOOK FORWARD TO IT !!!!

SAMPLES:  AUDIO/SOUND BYTES FROM 1991"BOYZ IN DA HOOD" FILM BY JOHN SINGLETON 
*I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THESE SAMPLES

FINALITY HAS NO DEATH

Personne n'est atteint du syndrome de l'imposteur ici, mais il existe de  vrais imposteurs qu'on peut  croiser parfois...
No one here suffers from imposter syndrome, but there are genuine imposters all around, and we sometimes encounter one of them...

TRANSLATION - THE IMPOSTOR
I'm this close to confessing everything
I ‘ve nothing to do with it 
It was all fake, rigged, cunning
I did nothing wrong, but I did nothing right 

I thought It was totally in my wheelhouse 
but this time I must admit
It's just a web of lies
I might give up as well

I'm this close to going to confession
To tell everything to the first one to go by
But if someone coax me a little
I hold on to my bad faith, and it works

I thought It was totally in my wheelhouse 
but this time I must admit
It's just a web of lies
I might give up as well

By twisting the truth in my brain
I ended up believing my own nonsense
Pious wishes / head in the clouds / time has come
To resume my life as an impostor

L'imposteur (with translation)

I had a dream, and I wrote this song not to forget it. 

Technical highlights: hand played bass, slightly odd riff on chorus (15/2) & some extra psychedelia.

Pic & sounds taken with my phone during a recent experience which could help me understand the dream, maybe…

Letra  /  Lyrics:

NÍMOR (No sé dónde estoy)  /  NÍMOR (I don’t know where I am)

Entré en la sala sin hacer ruido,  /  I entered the room making no noise,
los pocos que vi eran desconocidos,  /  the few ones I saw were strangers,
busqué una cama que estuviera libre y dormí.  /  I looked for a spare bed and slept.

Al día siguiente no encontré mi sitio,   /  The following day I didn’t find my place,
todo estaba lleno de desconocidos,  /  the whole room was full of strangers,
me di la vuelta para salir y te vi.  /  I turned around to leave and I saw you.

Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...
Nímor, no sé quién eres…  /  Nímor, I don’t know who you are …

La cama de al lado estaba vacía,  /  The bed at your side was empty,
y me preguntaste si la quería,  /  and you asked if I wanted it,
la quise y pronto nos hicimos amigos,  /  I did and soon we became friends,
desconocidos.  /  strangers.

Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...
Nímor, no sé quién eres…  /  Nímor, I don’t know who you are …
Nímor, no sé qué pasa…  /  Nímor, I don’t know what’s going on...
Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...

Te pregunté “¿cómo se llama este sitio?”  /  I asked you "what’s the name of this place?"
y me contestaste que estaba contigo,  /  and you answered that I was with you,
y sin darme cuenta te quise mucho y dormí.  /  and unconsciously I loved you so and slept.

Ahora del sueño ya me he despertado,  /  Now from the dream I’ve already woken,
tu nombre lamento no haber preguntado,  /  your name I regret not having asked,
te llamaré como el sitio en que te conocí.  /  I’ll call you like the place where I met you.

Nímor (…)  /  Nímor (…)

ER27HC06 ©1995 ®2015

Honorable broadcast (34:47 - 40.00): http://jeffhickmott.podomatic.com/entry/2015-09-18T05_02_20-07_00

Nota para el oyente español: ninguna influencia de Chiquito de la Calzada en el título; lo pongo tal como lo soñé y punto.

NÍMOR (No sé dónde estoy)

desert dream

Work in progress- hope to finish this one soon

work-in-progress-2025-06-13

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

Swamp Interactions

Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/nadie-es-perfecto-feat-mv
Para escuchar la canción preparada para cantar  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/nadie-es-perfecto-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/nadie-es-perfecto-version-original-ver-texto

Nadie es perfecto

Eran las cuatro de la mañana                                     
cuando medio en sueños algo oyó
en silencio fue a la ventana
y en la calle a nadie encontró.

Pero en la puerta vio a su hermano
con toda la angustia a flor de piel
le anunció con pena y desgarro
“madre muere y te quiere ver”.

En un momento duda qué hacer
pero enseguida se decide
pues piensa que si hoy existe
es gracias a quien va a fallecer.

Piensa también que son treinta años
desde la última vez que la vio
pues cuando sólo era un muchacho
las herencias ya los separó.	

Cuando se acerca hacia su casa
se detiene y mira hacia atrás
no se cree aún lo que pasa
viendo años de felicidad.

En lo más hondo de sus entrañas
siente rabia y ganas de llorar
y algo en su interior que le arrastra
casi en contra de su voluntad.

Cuando  penetra en la habitación
busca su cara en el lecho
y con la emoción en su pecho
le dice “hola, madre, soy yo”

Cuando la ve coger su mano
esforzándose por sonreír
siente que todo está acabando
pero se alegra al verla feliz.

Al ver su rostro moribundo
que lucha en un mar de sollozos
desprecia esta bárbaro mundo
de envidias, rencores y odios.

“Tranquilo hijo: nadie, nadie es perfecto
y todos nos equivocamos”
es la última voz de sus labios
quedándose mirando al cielo.

Nobody is perfect

It was four in the morning
when, half in his sleep, he heard something
quietly, he went to the window
and found no one on the street.

But at the door, he saw his brother
with all his anguish on the surface
he announced to him with sorrow and heartbreak
"Mother is dying and wants to see you."

For a moment, he hesitates,
but he quickly makes up his mind
because he thinks that if she exists today
it's thanks to the one who is going to die.

He also thinks that it's been thirty years
since the last time he saw her
because when he was just a boy
inheritances had already separated them. 

As he approaches his house
he stops and looks back
he still can't believe what's happening
seeing years of happiness.

Deep in his gut
he feels rage and the urge to cry
and something inside him that pulls him
almost against his will.

When he enters the room,
he searches for her face in the bed
and with emotion in his chest
says, "Hello, Mother, it's me."

When he sees her take his hand
struggling to smile
he feels like everything is ending
but he rejoices at seeing her happy.

Seeing her dying face
struggling in a sea of ​​sobs
he despises this barbaric world
of envy, resentment, and hatred.

"Calm down, son: no one, no one is perfect
and we all make mistakes,"
is the last voice from his lips
as he stares up at the sky.

Nadie es perfecto AC

Hey everyone, I'm here to share with you a song that's really important to me. It's about the complexities of power and greed, specifically referencing Trump's actions towards Iran. In my view, Trump's greed is what drove his decisions, and this song is a reflection of that. The lyrics explore themes of war, exploitation, and the distortion of truth for personal gain. I believe Trump's actions were motivated by self-interest rather than a genuine concern for national security or global stability. This song is my way of expressing those feelings and sparking conversation about the impact of greed on our world. 

This song was sparked by an article I read on Facebook that I agree with 100% by a very wise man... Dr. James Greenberg...
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid02hgXKdsJUFeD7A5iQSfKMRnpEozdsCNPryHCUYsQ72tyUwbU79iH76q2FDjWe2gifl&id=1027639898&mibextid=ZbWKwL 


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
Missiles fly while the markets climb,
Smoke and blood for a headline shine.
They say it's justice, they say it's right,
But the truth’s in the deals signed late at night.
No noble cause, just power in disguise,
Wrapped in flags and televised lies. 

[Pre-Chorus]
This ain’t defense, this is theater,
Every bomb, a crown for the cheater. 

[Chorus]
It’s war by design, not war by demand,
Blood on the sand, deals in his hand.
He sells the chaos, we pay the price,
Truth is buried under media ice.
This ain’t freedom, it’s a show for the throne—
And he’s cashin’ in while we scream alone. 

[Verse 2]
He bombs abroad to silence here,
To cloak the courts and fuel the fear.
Commanding cameras, not battlegrounds,
Just spectacle sold in surround sound.
Every blast a bid for grace,
While justice chokes in a shadowed place. 

[Pre-Chorus]
This ain’t defense, this is theater,
Every blast makes the tyrant cleaner. 

[Chorus]
It’s war by design, not war by demand,
Blood on the sand, deals in his hand.
He sells the chaos, we pay the price,
Truth is buried under media ice.
This ain’t freedom, it’s a show for the throne—
And he’s cashin’ in while we scream alone. 

[Verse 3]
Civil rights in the crosshairs now,
Dissent is danger, we’re disavowed.
Enemies foreign, enemies near—
He draws no line, just feeds on fear.
Survival’s his script, spectacle his law,
Empires fall to the sound of his draw. 

[Bridge]
So raise your voice before it’s banned,
Before protest turns to contraband.
This ain’t just bombs across the sea—
It’s a war on truth and on you and me.
From border walls to airstrike flames,
It’s profit dressed in patriot names. 

[Chorus]
It’s war by design, not war by demand,
Blood on the sand, deals in his hand.
He sells the chaos, we pay the price,
Truth is buried under media ice.
This ain’t freedom, it’s a show for the throne—
And he’s cashin’ in while we scream alone. 

[Chorus – Final]
It’s war by design, the rich never die,
Just stack their stocks while mothers cry.
It’s theater, blood-soaked and raw,
A strongman’s bid to dodge the law.
Don’t call it defense, don’t call it pride—
It’s power feeding genocide. 

[Outro]
So light no candle, sound no hymn,
This war ain't ours—it’s built for him.
And when the smoke clears, what will remain?
Just silence, fire… and profit from pain.

Fire for Profit

“She walks. Time collapses. I scream what the galaxy forgot.” Vedran

Vedran - I Fight Time - She

"Raven's Prayer" is a haunting and cinematic gothic rock song that explores themes of despair, loss, and a dark, all-consuming love. The track is a chilling journey through a landscape of emotional ruin, where the narrator seeks solace not in light, but in the comforting embrace of darkness and a love that feels both sacred and destructive.

The production creates a vast, eerie soundscape. It begins with a deep male whisper over a slow, tremolo-picked clean electric guitar and the distant toll of a church bell, immediately setting a tone of melancholic dread. The song builds to a powerful chorus with distorted guitars, low male harmonies, and a ghostly choir that evokes a sense of overwhelming, sorrowful beauty. The lyrics are deeply poetic, using powerful imagery like "black wings whisper" and "your name's a flame in the freezing rain." The bridge is a moment of total surrender, with the music stripping down to a bass drone and an organ pad, allowing a whispered vocal to express a sense of willing sacrifice for a love that feels like a beautiful, dark fate.

This song is a tribute to the kind of love that lives in the shadows, a love so profound it becomes a form of worship. It's a reminder that sometimes, the most honest prayers are sung in the dark.

Raven’s Prayer

Ein lied das ich für eine verlorene liebe geschrieben habe ... eine schöne und traurige Erinnerung 

Der Weg des lebens (Ballade).mp3

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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.

Nadie es perfecto AC

Juan Fco. Bueno

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