Even later in 2025 Playlist

Leslie blues

Some words for our darling boy who has now departed us.

The tiny patter of four furred feet.
The one among your litter, we were blessed to meet.
With a whimper, with a yelp,
in 'dog' you said, 'I'll help ...
to make you love, to make you laugh
and cry.'

As a pup, you chased the deer away,
were even lost for one whole day!
But praise be to DOG, you came back.
To us,
your pack.

No Einstein, this is true.
But in treats, one was surely one less than two.
Socks meant walks
and we loved you.
This, you knew.

In your cosy bed,
sleeping days away.
With every year, a thicker coat of grey.
But your hazel eyes seemed to defy all time.

And now.
No tiny patter, whimper, yelp.
Who will we turn to now for help?
To love. To laugh. We cry.
Stan, you brought us endless joy.
Rest in peace. 
We love you.
There's a good boy.

Dear Stan

Nihilist film noir existential jazz fusion detective dance music for our AI future  days.  Human music.
From the Album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
Another dark night in the promised land
Experiencing the universes empathic crushing hand
There are people today creating symphonies
With well worded prompts
You know me, I'm staying out of sight
At  late night haunts

I'm investigating black markets
Where people sell off all of their free will
They said you were gonna love me
But I could never ever seem to get my fill

The people out here 
They don't believe in nothing
No God of any kind
You said you were gonna love me
But I could not give you the reason why

You learn to live... (The AI prayer of life)

Another stoned day in the promised land
Experience randomness
And technologies charismatic helping hand
Hypothetical lovers through the screen
She said she was gonna love us
But circuits don't know what I mean

A whispered dream
Asato Ma Sadgamaya
(Hindu Prayer: Lead me from the unreal to the real)
Like a primal scream

Alter your creative spirit
(change the configuration)

Alter your consciousness
(change the configuration)

Alter your soul
(change the configuration)

Alter humanity
(change the configuration)

I'm like a primal scream
How docile we've become
I love how docile we've become...

Asato Ma Sadgamaya

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

It is such a privilege to partner with Noobly. 'Down' is our fourth track together.

Hand in hand, beneath the piney green
Sunlight and truth, peeking through the trees
Rain-softened earth smells like something is growing
You let go of my hand and you drift away

A blanket of snow covers the city’s sharp edges below us
It’s the kind of day, that makes you think about your life
Northern light shines in your eyes
You drop your head and miss
whoever you’re missing

You’re acting a part and playing pretend
It can’t be sustained, we’re reaching our end
You think I don’t notice, but I see it all
You’re walking a wire, 
I’m waiting to fall, down

We used to care what the other one thought
But I can see now, the store is closed
Making up reasons, not to be around
While my obligations have me
Tethered to this ground

To avoid reality, you busy yourself
You never look me in the eye anymore
Too afraid to cut me loose, 
but I know that’s what you want

You’re acting a part and playing pretend
It can’t be sustained, we’re reaching our end
You think I don’t notice, but I see it all
You’re walking a wire, 
I’m waiting to fall, down 

Music & Production:   Noobly   https://soundcloud.com/noobly-1
Lyrics and Vocals:      Todd J McLean
Cover Art:                   All The KIng's Gopher's (Oil on Wood)

Down

This started with a very beautiful piano piece by Tom, then advanced by Jussi’s great electric guitar lead. I added an imagined lyric about someone not being able to commit to a relationship and the song was completed by Boon’s excellent acoustic guitar work. Thanks to all for their wonderful contributions. Thanks everyone for giving this a listen. Much appreciated by us all. 

Desamor by Tom Régnier, Jussi Welin, Boon Suzuki and Mark J Bennett

There’s an absence in my life, 
Perhaps of my own device. 
An awkward independence, 
Rendered me unable to share,
 My life with any other. 
Desamor, Desamor

There’s an absence in my life,
 Desamor, Desamor 
An awkward independence,
 Left me unable to share.
 Desamor, Desamor
 Keeping a distance from love and affection, 
Forbidding myself that joy.

There’s an absence in my life,
 Desamor, Desamor

Keeping a distance from love and affection, 
 Forbidding myself that joy.
 Desamor, Desamor

Desamor - Tom Régnier, Jussi Welin, Boon Suzuki & Mark J Bennett

Heaven Lifts My Soul

I love this time of year when the light seems to play on the floors.  It's just a peaceful thing I notice.  Certainly not earthshaking, but lovely.
Thank you to David Dunham for his friendship and his unending help in mastering my piano tracks.
@david-dunhamuser589535203

The Evening Light

Lyrics based on those written by a child in an institution run by abusive clerics.

Just a child scared and small
No one to turn to no one at all
No one to hold me to dry my tears
No one to hug me to ease my fears

Sisters of no mercy
Twisted and cruel
Sisters of heresy
Masquerading as school
Hell is awaiting
A special place for you

Hoping and praying it's just a dream
When I hear the other children scream
Out of sight is out of mind
The world moves on
We are left behind

Nothing left to help or save
A final unmarked lonely grave
Someday when you've nowhere left to run
When the world finds out 
Just what you have done

Sisters of no mercy
Twisted and cruel
Sisters of heresy
Masquerading as school
Hell is awaiting
A special place for you

Sisters of no Mercy

When Love begins

This is the last renovation of several songs I wrote some years back and recorded with Roger Stankovic (https://soundcloud.com/roger-stankovic), who did the lead vocals. Started as a basic piano and vocals track, but I took it down and added some new elements. Very happy with Roger's amazing work on this! Harmonies, moi, and Jen DB.

Falling Sands

Mac; music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty; lyrics , vocals , bv’s
Shane; lyrics , vocals , bv’s

Tonight the tone of our lives came together 
the audience looked on as we began to fall into place 
never before have things felt like this 
knew it’s something we’d miss once the house lights hit the atmospheric air 
here and now I won’t let go nobody knows how it goes after the show

The show's been over for me
since I've failed to believe in myself.
Although it flows, extraordinary,
and wails when I receive the wealth
of gifts given to me naturally.
Yet why am I still the man that I see
in the mirror.
It's no clearer when I release
all these demons from deep within me.
Fucking shit that I cannot speak 
in my real life.
All the real strife that buries a man.
Lost in his mind.

These days I find the only show I’ve got is off
The only afterglow I know is shone below by botty docs
It’s all bullshit and lollipops 
So I’ll go full tilt until it stops
Cos we only get one lifetime boys to define our noise 
And its the right time boys to rewrite our voice 
It’s the night time boys better like our choice
It’s a shite time boys let your mind rejoice

At all the daft revolting facts 
That we can laugh like wankers at
So maybe that’s enough of that
Oooh

Showbysmal

Following my first lullaby  to honor my first grandchild back in August of this year, I now have another blessing to celebrate with the birth of my second grandchild just two months later. This is very much in keeping with my Evi Lou-labye and explores the dreamland we might all recall from our first years in this big, wide world. I’m so pleased that God has blessed my family so richly and hope this little tune will serve as a fitting welcome from Grampa. Praise Jesus Christ.

All music and lyrics by Craig Durgy
© 2025 Gentle Rain Records

Lyrics:
Lay your head down onto your bed
And upon a cloud, you will float about
Sailing high in a moonlit sky
Stars will twinkle and dance with a smile as you pass by

Mr. Sun will be back for fun
But even he needs to get some sleep
Tomorrow brings many happy things
So rest easy, sweet Nel, dream away on angel's wings

You can drift into the Milky Way
Ride a comet tail, stay a while and play
Close your eyes and soon you'll wake up to another day
Another awesome…

Day will come when your dreaming's done
And you'll rise to see that the world can be
Like the dreams that come with the setting sun
Mom and Daddy love you, goodnight sweet Nel my belle
Mom and Daddy love you, goodnight sweet Nel my belle

Nel-abye

some variations from Jacques Lemaire upon a theme by Marco Lucchi

Jacques Lemaire & Marco Lucchi - wallpaper music n*1 [variations]

Tension (Todd Snider)

I recently posted a collaboration with the Eclectic Collective gang, which featured various Middle Eastern & North African instruments from a VST sound pack I got my hands on. The song was "Oh My Darlin',  Palestine". Here's a link to that track:

https://on.soundcloud.com/h2dNfjIKEsDRMH9yei

I was pretty happy with how it turned out, because I've been playing this kind of music for many years on drums & percussion and flute, but always wanted to play other instruments in this style as well. So, I figured I'd try another one, so here it is. 

I'm playing everything here using my keyboard. The instruments featured are:
Duduk (Armenian reed instrument), Tanbur & Saz (stringed instruments), Daf, Dumbek & Riq (percussion instruments), and Cello. 
Thanks for listening!

image created using ChatGPT

K’aylir Indz Het (walk with me)

Maybe adhd

Quick coffee sharpener 
caffeine boost 
shot of southern comfort 
Scrapping juice
Tell your mate mate his mums fit 
Cracking boobs
Fill the day with dumb shit
Bask in youth

And I don’t know if wisdoms worth the trade off
It’s better when you don’t know what your made of
Before you’ve felt the things to be afraid of

Cold sausage sandwich 
From last night
Belly built for binging
Acid shite
Sneak snaps of minge in
Black and white
Wide eyed and blinking
Every night

And I don’t think if we knew what we know now
We’d have grew fully immune or played how
Our mums read we should behave in the playground 
Oh well it’s too late now

One handed keyboard playing , vocals lyrics and bv’s by me

Maybe adhd

Freedom highway

Christmas in St. Paul

Neither Here Nor There

Dear listener, Feel free to leave comments and I'll try to reply.

I've been making music for around 16 years now but because of the wonderfully generous community that is SC, I have learned so much in a short time. I look forward to learning even more by collaborating. 
I suppose my strengths are in lyric-writing and singing. I feel fortunate to have been able to work with some stunning compositions by some very talented SCers.

My very best to you, Mark

Some links to recent Continental Collision streaming sites, etc are available below:

Even later in 2025 Playlist

markjbennett