Raw industrial hip hop that rips the mask off the digital age. “Algorithm Gods (Choir & Hype Vox Remix)” tears into manipulation, AI’s false god complex, and the psychic warfare behind every click. LYRICAL WARZONE delivers a cinematic, futuristic soundscape with epic choir harmonies, glitchy ad-libs, distorted beats, and a bass so heavy it’ll shake algorithms awake. For those who crave truth, rebellion, and innovation in rap—this is your next obsession.

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Algorithm God

Explicit ! "Sweet Songs for Winter" album coming soon.
Lyrics:
The air is thick with lust's sweet din
Your hands explore, they dive, they pin
I’m all about the heat, no time to slack,
You whisper in my ear,  when you attack.

Flick my bean, make it scream like sin,
Dripping like that gin, let the games begin.
Well on track, feel that bassline thump,
My devil’s doorbell got that sexy jump.

(Chorus)
Tu  sais même plus où t’habites
Quand tu as la tête entre mes cuisses
Je sais si bien ce qui t’excites
Je te fais goûter mes délices

Ain’t no holding back, we break the pack,
Lust so fierce, we set the night ablack.
Flick my bean hard, yeah, make it splash,
Ride this wave, no fear of the backlash.

Caught in the rhythm, it's a savage spree,
Taste my desires, baby, it’s you and me.
Flick it like a switch, let your fantasies spin,
We’re guilty in this love, lost in the sin.

(Chorus)
Tu  sais même plus où t’habites
Quand tu as la tête entre mes cuisses
Je sais si bien ce qui t’excites
Je te fais goûter mes délices

I know what you like, the ultimate knack,
Lean in close, girl, let’s blur the track.
Flick my bean, baby, don’t be slack,
We own this night, it’s a wicked pact.

Drinkin’ that gin till the sun comes up,
You taste my lips, I drink your cup.
Let the world fade, let our tempers flare,
Flick my bean, I’ll meet you anywhere.

Gin, Music and Love

Beats Alive... Spanish Obsession Pt 2

SUNI FIGHT

#songwriter #alternative #folkrock

Lyrics: 

Please 
I’m hurting more than I can say
Please, please 
Come take this hurt away
Please help me
I know you aren’t around for me
But I need someone to help
pull this pain from me

Ohhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Huhuhuhuhuhuhuh

Please
Ummmmmm
Please, please 
Not gonna make it alone
Please help … me
not gonna be able to take it
I know your world is ending soon
I’ll follow you until you disappear

Please
Take me away from here
Please, please
They hate me here
Nowhere to go 
But down…….
Please help me.

Ohhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Huhuhuhuhuhuhuh
Please
Please 
Please

nowhere but down

Para escuchar la versión con Hugo https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/incidente-a-medianoche
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/incidente-a-medianoche-version-original-ver-texto

INCIDENTE A MEDIANOCHE

Voy a contaros amigos una historia
que sucedió un domingo de febrero
en medio de una noche oscura y fría
que poco a poco calaba hasta los huesos.

El incidente comienza en el pueblo
cuando después de haber pasado el domingo
al lado de la mujer de tus sueños
regresábamos al “tajo” cuatro amigos.

Íbamos felices y contentos
pues nuestro carro corría muy veloz
“te estás portando como un señor”
le decía Octavio que era el conductor.

Pero de pronto en medio del camino
y tras un extraño ruido en el motor
fue perdiendo fuerza nuestro utilitario
y, sin pensarlo, el frenazo de rigor
pues sin duda alguna había sucedido
algo importante y no tenía solución.

Cuando el coche estuvo ya parado
se abrió el capó para ver lo acaecido
vimos que el radiador se había rajado
y todo el agua habíamos perdido.

Lo que entonces pasó no os lo canto...
perdí el control y también mis compañeros:
recuerdo cuatro lenguas a destajo
despotricando como unos carreteros.

Cuando todo esto fue menguando
y a nuestro temple volvía el color
“no preocuparse, se hará autostop”
afirmó Domingo con determinación.

Pero con las “pintas que nos cantaban”
uno con las barbas y otro de militar
los otros dos hasta el moño manchados de grasa
¡así quién diablos nos iba a parar!
pero allá a las cuatro de la madrugada
un rezagado paró al ver al militar.

Pero cuando vio la “compañía”
con toda prisa se quiso echar atrás
“no le dé miedo, son de fiar”
exclamó Pepucho con gran serenidad.

Con insistencia logró convencerlo
de que nos dejara a los cuatro subir
pues aunque le resultara difícil creerlo
no éramos quinquis o gente de mal vivir.
Y si todo el lío quería saberlo
le prometía que no le iba a mentir.

Todo está visto muy por encima
porque la historia no es fácil de contar
pues estas cosas “pa” verlas ¡hay que vivirlas!
y entonces es cuando se puede opinar
por más que parezca un relato de risa
aquella noche jamás se nos olvidará.

MIDNIGHT INCIDENT

I'm going to tell you, friends, a story
that happened one Sunday in February
in the middle of a dark and cold night
that slowly chilled to the bone.

The incident begins in the village
when, after spending Sunday
with the woman of your dreams,
four friends were returning to work.

We were happy and content
because our car was going very fast
"You're behaving like a gentleman,"
Octavio, the driver, told her.

But suddenly, in the middle of the road
and after a strange noise from the engine
our car began to lose power
and, without thinking, we slammed on the brakes
because without a doubt something important had happened
and there was no solution.

When the car was finally stopped,
we opened the hood to see what had happened
we saw that the radiator had cracked
and we had lost all the water.

I won't tell you what happened then...
I lost control, and so did my companions:
I remember four tongues blaring out loud
ranting like cart drivers.

When all this was fading
and our temper was returning
"Don't worry, he'll hitchhike,"
said Domingo determinedly.

But with the "looks they were giving us,"
one with a beard and the other a soldier
the other two covered in grease up to their necks
who the hell was going to stop us!
But around four in the morning
a straggler stopped when he saw the soldier.

But when he saw the "company,"
he hurriedly wanted to back out
"Don't be afraid, they're trustworthy,"
exclaimed Pepucho with great serenity.

With persistence, he managed to convince him
to let the four of us get on,
because, although it was hard for him to believe,
we weren't quinquis or lowlifes. And if he wanted to know the whole mess,
I promised him I wouldn't lie.

Incidente a medianoche AC

Pebbles of change.

New track that I wrote recently.  A song about mistaken.identity.  Hope ya all like it.

I Went For A Walk.mp3

The Count of Monte Cristo, escapes, earns a fortune then destroys the lives of the people who betrayed him. You meet revenge in Hamlet, in Moby Dick and the film Carrie, as she enacts revenge on her cruel class mates. The Reign of Terror in the French revolution was all about revenge, as was the murder of Franz Ferdinand, which then triggered WW1.We come across it in in Kill Bill, The Gladiator, The Revenant and John Wick. Then of course there is Johnny Depp v  Amber Heard, songs from Talyor Swift about her ex-lovers and Donald Trump in his legal battles. Then there is the Jullian Assange Wiki leaks case, and numerous mass killings and murders. Revenge can be via meticulous planning or blind rage. It can be one act or a series of acts . There is also a blurred line between justice        ( liker Charles Bronson and Equalizer films) and a personal vendetta. 
The core motives for revenge are restoring justice and balance. That is is to ‘even the score’
or ‘ an eye for an eye’. It allows you to reclaim power and control, if you have been humiliated  or betrayed. It asserts identity and acts as a deterrent i.e. ’ this is what happens if you double cross me.’ Finally, there is a quest for emotional release i.e. getting even will bringing peace. Typically, these emotions are short lived, sometimes corrosive and replaced by negative vies e.g. guilt or shame or anxiety. It also chains you to the perpetrator for a long time.
Of course, revenge is not the only action you can take. You can declare your own part in the betrayal and walk away from it, to start again elsewhere and build a better life. It starts with self preservation before hopefully achieving some piece of mind. Revenge is an emotional debt that you pay the interest on every day. I like that I wish I had written that
This a revenge song. The man knows his wife has been unfaithful but he is in no mood to discuss it or even contemplate ‘’trying again’. He knows now that all he wants is revenge. He sings ,’ I just want revenge; I know that now. I just gotta work out, when and how. Not interested in me or the facts. She's trying to cover up her tracks’
He has previously made some attempt to reconcile but to no avail, He sings ‘’ Unavailable, cold and so distant. It's not right, not for a moment. I tried to ignite the spark with affection. Lucky if she even looks in my direction’
We then learn more about this doomed relationship, ‘Seen dates with guys on her phone
Blames it on me, on stress at home. I was sure, it’s what I knew deep down. Now home, after seeing a man in town’ So the cause of the problem seems to be stress at home and her new liaison. Well guess what, she is going to have more stress than she dreamed off when they go their separate ways. Sounds like he is relieved to bring everything out into the open when he sings, ‘Relieved not to have to sneak around. What I always suspected, beforehand. The heartbreak is wearing me out. Her betrayal, leaves me in no doubt’
On the other hand, she does not seem to feeling guilty at all and seems to have discussed it and even got approval from her family to call it a day. A verse in the song says  ‘But she’s not feeling guilty about me. What her family think, will be the key’ It turns out she also laughed at him when he attempted to remind her of happier times, i.e. ‘Gave her an old wedding photograph. I'm hurt; but does she need to laugh?’ His coping mechanism is to hit the bottle , He sings , ‘To fill the gap, may have turned to drink’. In the end he asks for a divorce in her birthday card ( thats novel), ‘I’ll ask for a divorce in her birthday card.A ten-year marriage lost, gonna be hard’. Is that the revenge he wanted or is there more ?

Pod 45 I just want revenge

The Painter Birdy Hotel (1970) with joerxworx

Opal” by Argyll Music drifts between worlds — a future house and synth pop fusion wrapped in chill EDM textures. Shimmering synths, soft pulsing bass, and dreamy atmospheres create the feeling of slipping into an alternate universe at 3–4 AM when the world is quiet and the soul wanders freely. Released under Sound Vault, this track is perfect for late-night mixes, neon-lit playlists, and cosmic escapism.

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Opal

Im a Greekxican Born in USA 
HALF GREEK half MEXICAN 
 #LyricalWarzone isn’t just a name, it’s a whole battlefield of sound. It’s the alter-ego that steps into the booth like a warrior on the frontlines, armed with rhymes sharper than katanas and metaphors heavier than artillery. The style is raw, high-octane, and unapologetic — every bar feels like a strike, every verse like a tactical move.

This persona thrives in chaos, weaving together themes of conspiracy, martial arts, and cosmic power into a gritty, street-rooted energy. Imagine a cipher where the mic is both sword and shield, and the beat is the war drum leading into combat. That’s LyricalWarzone’s natural environment.

Tone: Aggressive, strategic, and precise — every word feels like it’s meant to dismantle an enemy.

Themes: Ninja codes, secret histories, forbidden knowledge, urban survival, and universal truth.

Energy: Relentless. No filler, no hesitation, just lyrical strikes back-to-back.

Aesthetic: Shadowy, militant, and mystic. Think tactical ninja gear fused with cosmic glow, like a general of rhyme armies.





Algorithm God

Lyrical Warzone