Difficult for children to fall asleep the nights before Christmas....With the sampled voice of Ana, my granddaughter.....Merry Christmas to all

THE NIGHTS OF ADVENT.

Next Best Thing

Another of my old tracks with vocals added!

Floating in Space

Your gravity keeps pulling me in
Nothing to lose all to win
My head is in an endless spin
With you my love is just all-in

With you I am floating in space 
Relaxing in the joy of your face 
I’m lost I’m found in your embrace 
With you I am floating in space 

Your eyes are moons pulling my tide 
Trapping me as they open wide
Every word you say is a starry light
Entrancing me as I hold you tight

No oxygen no air to breathe 
Your love’s the atmosphere I need 

Your gravity keeps pulling me in
Nothing to lose all to win
My head is in an endless spin
With you my love is just all-in

With you I am floating in space 
Relaxing in the joy of your face 
I’m lost I’m found in your embrace 
With you I am floating in space 

We blaze our path through the constant void 
Not looking to see what we might have destroyed 
But in the chaos I feel at home 
With you I’m never alone

Your eyes are moons pulling my tide 
Trapping me as they open wide
Every word you say is a starry light
Entrancing me as I hold you tight

No oxygen no air to breathe 
Your love’s the atmosphere I need 

Lyrics by Phil Hawker

Floating in Space

Here is my produced copy - thank you for the support.  I hope to start writing again soon.  I will be uploading my produced copies soon.  Peace and Love and rock n roll

brightest star written by MedusaMoon ©2025

In previous tracks I already referred a few times to Ed Buryn and his book "Vagabonding in America" (1973, revised in 1976). One of the several 'Off the Tape' segments talks about Pyramid Lake (Nevada). I reenacted this text with a female narrator and set this to an ambient backdrop. The cover photo is from my visit to that place in December 1979. 

pyramid lake

A gothic meditation on the erosion of humanity through mechanical perfection — where flesh and faith collapse into the hum of the machine. A symbolist vision of beauty corrupted, erotic despair, and synthetic divinity. The atmosphere is claustrophobic yet sensual, with decaying grandeur. Evokes rusted cathedrals, flickering neon altars, and the drowning pulse of digital sin

Skin of silver, eyes of wire,  
Breath replaced by static choir.  
In every pulse, the body weeps,  
Through circuits cold, the sorrow seeps.

The body electric drowns tonight,  
In neon waves of fractured light.  
Desire hums beneath the skin,  
A holy void where I begin.

Hands like prayer, but void of grace,  
Steel embraces flesh’s face.  
Heart becomes an engine’s song,  
And mercy bleeds where I belong.

The body electric drowns tonight,  
In neon waves of fractured light.  
Desire hums beneath the skin,  
A holy void where I begin.

I feel the faith unwind,  
Wires wrap around my spine.

I drown inside the glowing dark,  
No pulse remains, no holy spark.

The Body Electric Drowns

Official Music Video: https://youtu.be/vKiLtzDInXs
We wrote this track trying to imagine what it feels like for people who once made music in a real, organic way, then discovered how easy it is to use AI to pump out songs and make fast profit.
Some of them even deny using AI vocals… even though the same two-to-four AI voice timbres show up across basically all AI-generated songs, not just in one profile. Anyone who listens a lot can recognize them instantly.
And the ironic part? Many musicians go under those tracks and write huge compliments about the “amazing vocals,” taking them at face value.
We’re not anti-AI. AI exists and it's here to stay.
We’re against the indiscriminate and unregulated use of AI that disrespects the work of people who actually make music.
This song isn’t a rant.
It’s satire. A snapshot. A reminder that creativity still matters… no matter what trend is taking over.
Peace, joy… and above all, ethical AI for everyone.😉

https://ffm.to/ai-killed
Released on major streaming platforms on December 10, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Oh-oh, oh-oh...
She’s singin’ better than we are,
AI killed the human star.

We stayed up late, the room was loud,
cheap beer, bad takes, a faithful crowd.
Now every song’s a perfect clone,
she types the notes, I check my phone.

We used to bleed to make it shine,
now she does it in half the time.

AI killed the human star,
no pulse, no soul, just perfect art.
Plug her in, she steals my part,
and somehow makes it sound like heart.

I miss the cracks, the out-of-key,
the shaky hands, the “damn, that’s me.”
Now every chord is tight and clean,
like something built inside a dream.

She learns the pain, but not the sweat,
I play along, she wins the bet.

AI killed the human star,
she took my voice, she took my scars.
Now all my ghosts are on her drive,
she sings them back, too much alive.

We built her drunk on coffee grounds,
she took the throne, we lost the sound.
Now I’m just lines inside a file,
she smiles, and makes it worth a while.

AI killed the human star,
but damn, she makes it sound bizarre.
Maybe we’re the ones to blame,
for givin’ her our fire and name.

Oh-oh, oh-oh...
AI killed the human star.

She killed it good!
Yeah! Not for us!

AI Killed the Human Star

Official Music Video

ocean breeze

This special album is on one hand the second part of my City Light album and on the other hand an imaginary journey and finally an arrival to ourself.

Arrival

This is the intro and part 1 of my trilogy "Mom" (instrumental version) full vocal version will be out soon with the other parts :) 

Mom (instrumental)

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

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 AC

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THE NIGHTS OF ADVENT.

LARENGONAT.