Special thanks to Cabilo  for his a cappella.....

SMOOTH GLIDE.   Feat Cabilo

The screen flickers
The table yawns
We sit
We wait
We vanish

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have walked the forest path
Heard the crow
Touched the moss
Lit a fire
Watched the sky

Instead
you counted bullets on a slide

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have baked bread
Fed a friend
Watered the thirsty plant
Read the forgotten page
Slept without dreaming

Instead
you raised your hand
and lowered it again

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have carved a song
Bled on the strings
Run until the lungs caught fire
Kissed a mouth that mattered
Buried the silence in wine

Instead
you stared at the clock
and the clock stared back

This hour is gone
You will never get it back
This hour is gone
You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

This Hour Is Gone

(expansive, lyrical, story-driven)

Verse 1
Sent relevance takes a side,
While obstinate makes its bed.
The ship is set to sea,
But tides will always turn.
The night teaches the day,
The day teaches the night —
And mystery is stitched between.

Chorus
In the anything box we keep,
All our plenty, all our empty.
Fame and shame trade masks,
Animals wear human clothes.
We weave our walls into boxes,
Then dream of light beyond them.
Relevance calls,
Reverence answers.

Verse 2
Excuses tell themselves as truth,
Salutes and chastisements echo.
Ripples race ahead,
Propagating what we’ve sown.
The thread of our methods
Crosses reality’s face,
Binding past and future
Into a fragile new now.

Chorus
In the anything box we keep,
All our plenty, all our empty.
Fame and shame trade masks,
Animals wear human clothes.
We weave our walls into boxes,
Then dream of light beyond them.
Relevance calls,
Reverence answers.

Bridge
Selective deafness closes doors,
But the inner ear still listens.
The voice of reason whispers order,
Amid the treason of our chaos.
Breaks are taken, lines reset —
The conductor nods,
And sound minds rest in kind time.

Final Chorus (crescendo)
In the anything box we keep,
All our plenty, all our empty.
We’re domesticated illusions,
Wild truths breaking free.
When the walls are finally gone,
The light reveals what’s been inside.
Relevance calls,
Reverence answers.

Outro
The mind plays,
The voice hears,
The thread weaves —
And time listens.

The Anything Box

Hole In My Heart 2.0

Sunset Echo

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/a-las-seis-de-la-manana-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/a-las-seis-de-la-manana-version-original
Para escuchar la versión cantada por Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/a-las-6-de-la-ma-ana

A las seis de la mañana

A ti, que cuando suena el reloj
sientes las garras de la pereza;
que abres las calles igual que yo
cuando aún vigilan las estrellas.

A ti, que nunca escuché tu voz
aunque te conozco desde siempre;
que te veo con frío y calor
pero seguimos estando ausentes.

A ti, quiero pedirte un favor:
que me dediques una sonrisa
por la mañana si, en tu opinión,
no tengo que ver al oculista.

Estribillo

A las seis de la mañana
casi no veo corbatas
ni uniformes salvadores
ni cochazos ni sotanas.

A las seis de la mañana
veo sólo a los obreros:
unos marchan y otros vuelven
silenciosos por el sueño.

A las seis de la mañana
¡ay! qué bien se está en la cama
sobre todo cuando tienes
bien cubiertas las espaldas.

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A ti, que tienes que trabajar
en la rutina, sin motivarte;
que estás sin fuerza para luchar
contra los que quieren explotarte.

A ti, que vives con la ilusión
de que un día cambiará tu suerte;
que los fines de semana son
los que mantienen viva la fuente.

Estribillo

AT SIX IN THE MORNING

To you, that when the clock rings
you feel the claws of laziness;
that you open the streets just like me
when the stars are still watching.

To you, who never heard your voice
although I've known you forever;
I see you hot and cold
but we are still absent.

I want to ask you a favor:
give me a smile
in the morning yes, in your opinion,
I don't have to see the eye doctor.

CHORUS

At six in the morning
I hardly see ties
nor rescue uniforms
neither cars nor cassocks.

At six in the morning
I see only the workers:
some leave and others return
Silent by sleep

At six in the morning
Oh! how good it is in bed
especially when you have
their backs well covered.

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To you, you have to work
in the routine, without motivating you;
that you are without strength to fight
against those who want to exploit you.

To you, who live with the illusion
that one day your luck will change;
that weekends are
those who keep the fountain alive.

I want to ask you a favor:
give me a smile
in the morning yes, in your opinion,
I don't have to see the eye doctor.

CHORUS

A las seis de la mañana

Close My Eyes

Slowly, the Ice Thaws

How long?

Bella Ciao (PTSD Version) - JW "Broken Veteran"

NEVER MIND THE REST

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SMOOTH GLIDE. Feat Cabilo

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