I've been experimenting with a bunch of fun sounds this weekend, this is the result (or one of them ;-) ). I hope you enjoy!

GROUNDWORK

AURORAS

Auroras

From the Album: "Arrhythmia & Blues" 2024

Oh well, the sign on the door
Says she opens up at 6AM everyday
But then she saunters in at 8:15
And everybody seems okay
You could some order eggs over easy
(extra greasy)
The hash brown scramble
She's not a good cook
But her beauty is hard to handle
I'm falling in love
At Rosies's Cafe
Falling in love every single day

I stumbled in there late one night
After a , uh, let's just call it a little fender "bender"
If you will
She brought me a cup of instant coffee
Mixed with Pepsi
And a slice piece of pie
I looked into her chestnut eyes
I fell into a dream...

Flap jacks
That look like mud flaps
Home fries with gravy
That would sink the navy
Her hash brown scramble
Her good looks are hard to handle
I'm falling in love
At Rosie's Cafe
Every single day

Rosie's Cafe

You know it's true, the robots are coming....

Replaced

As a child growing up in Liverpool during the eighties, I witnessed first hand the struggles people had to endure because of the government’s neglect of our city. The government got away with neglecting its children, whilst Yosser and no doubt many like him had theirs taken away.

Yosser Hughes, the fictional character from Alan Bleasdale's incredible television series 'Boys from the Blackstuff', depicted a single father unable to find work whilst trying to look after his three children. 

The perception of Yosser back then, and probably still now is that he was a crazy, weak, and dangerous person. The reality though, is that Yosser’s behaviour was fuelled by many factors, not just povery, lack of work, and a broken relationship that we witness on screen.

Mental health awareness was zilch back then and most men today like Yosser find it impossible to talk about their struggles in life. This is largely due to the stigma of being perceived as weak. The only person he felt that he could open up to was a priest behind a veiled confessional box, who seemingly offered no help, support or guidance.

There will have been many traumatic events in Yossers life, all as a result of a cycle of poverty and lack of support and understanding that was generationally passed down. 

Yosser struggled on with his failing mental health, but clearly his love remained for his children. He kept looking for work, feeding his children, doing the best he could with what little he had. He like many was unfortunately doomed to succeed, and yet if he had been given help and support he could have brought his children up and been there for them. His wife, like Yosser just another casualty of the continuing cycle of victims, and sadly their children next.

Anyone struggling with their mental health should break free from the societal  stigma and speak to someone. You’re only human and can’t carry that weight alone. You are not alone and It’s ok to be vulnerable, it’s what makes us human. Just please ask someone for help!

Additionally, If you know someone who may be struggling with things, ask them if they want to talk, lend your ear, normalize their worries or concerns, and encourage them to seek help and support.

Thanks to Liverpool artist Mikey Gannon, for letting me use his artwork: http://ko-fi.com/mikeygannon

Yosser hughes

Yosser Hughes

Broken portal guns

Original song: R.Planes ©2024 

Ruben Nievas: Piano Rhodes (@ruben-nievas-445742486)
Rodolfo: Guitar, Fretless Bass, e-Drums, Synthetizer (sax)
Recorded in Ushuaia - 2023

6994

'6994' featuring Ruben Nievas

Lyrics: Children of war 


Children should grow up with love and care
Instead they suffer, it just isn’t fair
Their innocence lost , the bitterness won
The wounds of war can not made  undone

Children of war, we should be aware
the seed of hate will always be there
Cause even when the war is gone
the wounds of war cannot made undone

Children Of War (composition, Execution,vocals, Lyrics, Production)

MAY FLY ILLEGAL REMIX

Another version of the song can be found on the album "Cabaret", under the name "Trapped in Shadows [Cabaret]."

[Verse]
I wake up cold, the night still near,
A home that crumbles year by year.
Mama’s hands are rough, she can't let go,
Of dreams she lost a lifetime ago.

[Chorus]
Round and round, we push the weight,
Running faster, but it's too late.
Built to suffer, we can’t break free,
Lost inside this tragedy.

[Verse]
Crowds scream loud, but I can’t hear,
Their cheers are just a mask for fear.
We sing the songs they wanna feel,
But every note is less than real.

The lights are bright, they burn my skin,
But emptiness is all within.
Another show, another day,
I’m just a shadow on display.

[Chorus]
Round and round, we push the weight,
Running faster, but it's too late.
Built to suffer, we can’t break free,
Lost inside this tragedy.

[Bridge]
The world’s on fire, but we survive.
I wonder if we’re truly alive.
They say the world is ours to make,
But how much more can one heart take?

[verse]
My brother’s got hunger in his eyes,
But no one hears the quiet cries.
 
[Chorus]
Round and round, we push the weight,
Running faster, but it's too late.
Built to suffer, we can’t break free,
Lost inside this tragedy.

Just a Shadow on Display [Edit]

-Short Dialog-

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