I start the day mid-thought
something between a drumbeat and an accident
The room blinks awake
and the tools gossip about yesterday's miracles
One hums
One sulks
One lies
They're all wrong
and that's perfect

I stretch,
the floor creaks like it wants to join in
so I let it
That's the thing about work
it only looks like effort
from the outside
From within, it's gravity
sweet and unfair
I chase a stubborn shape 
around the table
it refuses sense
so I call it progress

Every failure has a pulse
if you listen right
I tap it, feed it
name it Tuesday

Laughter spills from nowhere
probably mine
and the walls pretend not to notice
They've seen me argue with shadows before

I tell them:
you wouldn't understand
this part's critical!

The air thickens
a rhythm forms without permission
I lose count of time
gain count of motion

Sweat, sawdust, syntax
whatever this is
it's singing

And when I stop
nothing stops
The room keeps going
the tools finish the joke
the silence applauds

I bow, wipe my hands
whisper to no one:
That was fun
can't wait to do it again!

Can't Wait

"Ballroom of Deceit" is my cry of outrage — a lament for truth, history, and decency buried under the rubble of corruption.
Trump said it “wouldn’t touch” the East Wing. He lied AGAIN. Now the White House — the People’s House — bleeds dust and memories while the wrecking claws tear through centuries of American heritage. All so one man could build himself a monument of ego: a golden ballroom for his own reflection. 

This isn’t just about architecture. It’s about arrogance.

About the hungry going unfed, the sick untreated, the poor ignored — while taxpayers’ money is burned for self-glorification. It’s about erasing history to build a lie. 

“Ballroom of Deceit” isn’t just a song — it’s a requiem for the truth. For every promise shattered, every voice silenced, every soul disgusted by what’s being done in our name. May the music remember what greed is trying to destroy. 

💥 Let the walls shake. Let the truth rise.


LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
He swore the walls would stand untouched,
Just shadows near the light,
But cranes are clawing history,
Through the hollow of the night.
Marble ghosts are crying out,
From the dust beneath our feet,
Truth lies buried with the stones,
And justice knows defeat. 

[Pre-Chorus 1]
He said it wouldn’t touch the heart,
But the cracks run deep inside—
In gilded halls of vanity,
The truth itself has died. 

[Chorus 1]
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Built on the bones of a promise betrayed.
The echoes of truth, drowned in the beat,
Of lies that the faithful parade.
History fades under glitter and glass,
And we pay for the sins of the past.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the ghosts of the people still weep. 

[Verse 2]
They said it wouldn’t cost a dime,
Yet taxpayers bleed once more,
While hunger grows in city streets,
And children beg at broken doors.
The sick still wait for healing hands,
As mansions rise for kings,
And classrooms crumble into dust,
While greed builds golden wings. 

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He said it wouldn’t take from us,
But we’re the ones who pay—
Each dollar burned in arrogance,
Could’ve saved a soul today. 

[Chorus 2]
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where opulence buries the pain.
The hungry cry beneath his feet,
While he dances in disdain.
History bleeds from a painted smile,
And truth is sold by the mile.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the people’s dreams retreat. 

[Verse 3]
They raze the walls of memory,
To carve his name in stone,
A monument to vanity,
A kingdom of his own.
The echoes of the East Wing fall,
Like prayers that go unheard,
Each shattered pane a testament,
To every broken word. 

[Bridge]
If greed had a heartbeat, it would sound like this—
Pounding over reason, drowning innocence.
Every brick a bullet, every dollar a sin,
When power feasts, the people grow thin.
Can’t you hear the ghosts still calling?
“Give back what was never yours.” 

[Chorus 3] 
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the chandeliers drip shame.
You can gild the rot beneath your feet,
But it still reeks just the same.
History weeps in a minor key,
While the nation pays the fee.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Built on arrogance, lies, and greed. 

[Outro]
So dance, oh king of ruin, dance—
Your mirror lies to you tonight.
When the dust of your empire settles,
Only truth will stand in light.
And the ballroom falls—
To quiet.

Ballroom of Deceit

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all harmonic clean & distorted lead & rythm guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, atmo & pads
P.L.O created: all vocals
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Desires

Linear Motions

Nouvel enregistrement d’un morceau datant de mes débuts pianistiques. Et ça m’émeut un peu

Envolée

LYRICS:

I want to write the worst song in the world
So I can be somebody special

I'll try to be unliked by everyone
But they don't provide a dislike button

Besides, randomly somebodys gonna like my song
And fuck up my whole intention

I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst

It seems that even writing the worst song in the world
Is a wish that I can't count on

So instead I'd better try writing the best song in the world
But then I will never be liked by everyone

I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst

Clearly I'll never be best or worst at anything
Because these words are just an illusion

I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst

Worst Song in the World

Just recycled my old wall memory calendar and turned my ego into my best friend, lol ♥︎
Never here to entertain.. only here to transmit.

Happy birthday Mom, wherever you are now.

Like always.


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BUT THE STARS


I'm not here just for speaking random truth
I am done
I cut ties with most family and friends
I am done
Life is just random frames of joy and then, then it's gone
And I'm headed right for one hell of a crash, right or wrong


Between dreams and reality there's just no way out
Though it's clear as another day creeps in
No way out
Feel the burn, feel the moments lost inside 
No way back
Between dreams and reality there's just no way back

No one to talk about it anymore, 
But the stars
When someone's nothin else but smart, you know
Needs a heart
Time to change, hell it's time to let em go,
No way back
Time to change, time to let it fuckin flow.. 
And it's done


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℗ © Andrea Ev - 2025

Cracked Frames

This song is a little moment of magic from the heart of autumn, when the fields turn gold and the harvest moon feels almost alive. It’s about standing in those glowing wheat fields and letting the night wrap around you, feeling the moonbeams touch you like they’re trying to tell you something. 

It’s about listening to the whispers in the trees, the stories the wind carries, and the way the world glows when the moon hangs heavy and bright. It’s that in-between place where nature feels spiritual — where everything looks simple on the surface but somehow fills you with emotion you can’t quite explain. 

This song is me trying to capture that feeling… the wonder, the mystery, and the quiet beauty of a harvest night, when it all feels a little more real and a little more magical.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
Golden fields are calling
Calling to me now
I hear them softly falling
Like the sun lets go somehow 

[Prechorus]
And the moon is hanging high
Harvest in my eye 

[Chorus]
Harvest moonbeams are you real
Tell me what I need to feel
Spinning like a golden wheel
Harvest moonbeams make it real 

[Verse 2]
Fields of wheat are glowing
Blowing in the breeze
Secrets they are knowing
Whispering through the trees 

[Prechorus]
And the moon is hanging high
Harvest in my eye 

[Chorus]
Harvest moonbeams are you real
Tell me what I need to feel
Spinning like a golden wheel
Harvest moonbeams make it real

Harvest Moonbeams

This is an original composition. Words by J. Dulva Miller and Madelaine Landry. Music played/recorded by J. Dulva Miller and Bryan Fusilier. Produced/mixed by Bryan Fusilier.

The Ballad Of Don

Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/quien-rie-el-ultimo
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/quien-rie-el-ultimo-version-instrumental

Quien ríe el último

A ti que me conocías
a ti que hablabas de mí
a ti que me aborrecías
a ti que me hacías sufrir.

Yo te canto esta canción
y te recuerdo sin rencor:
no hables mal de nadie sin saber
pues no sabes qué puede suceder
y después te pueden recordar…

Estribillo

Que quien ríe el último ríe dos veces
que quien ríe el último ríe mejor
que quien ríe el último puede hacer las paces
que quien ríe el último no pide perdón.

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A ti que siempre reías
pues que no confiabas en mi
a ti que no me querías
aunque sabías fingir.

Yo te canto esta canción
y te recuerdo con dolor:
habla siempre con sinceridad
si no entiendes es mejor no opinar
pues después te pueden recordar…

Que quien ríe el último siempre es el que vence
que quien ríe el último ríe es el mejor
que quien ríe el último siempre permanece
que quien ríe el último es el ganador.

Estribillo

He Who Laughs Last

To you who knew me
to you who spoke of me
to you who hated me
to you who made me suffer.

I sing you this song
and remember you without resentment:
don't speak ill of anyone without knowing
because you don't know what might happen
and later they might remember…

Chorus

He who laughs last laughs twice
he who laughs last laughs best
he who laughs last can make peace
he who laughs last doesn't ask for forgiveness.

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To you who always laughed
because you didn't trust me
you who didn't love me
you who knew how to pretend.


I sing you this song
and I remember you with sorrow:
always speak with sincerity
if you don't understand, it's better not to give your opinion
because later they might remind you…

That he who laughs last is the one who wins
that he who laughs last laughs best
that he who laughs last always remains
that he who laughs last is the winner.

Chorus

Quien Ríe El Último(versión original: ver texto)

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.

Quien Ríe El Último(versión original: ver texto)

Juan Fco. Bueno

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