Unbreakable Love

Creepy Flute

There it is-again
Amber, maybe orange
Half-hearted warning, not urgent, not bored
Blink, gone
Hey, it's back
A flicker, a wink, a mechanical tic
or maybe it's just shy
Could be the sun
Could be
A reflection of something I forgot

So, I pop the hood
Poke around with the wrong end of a spoon
Jiggle a cable
(a confident nod to no one)
Check the cap, pat the battery
whisper: "You okay?"
The engine stares at me
deadpan, unimpressed
like a doctor at my annual checkup
who's just found my browser history

Google says: "Loose gas cap"
Grandpa says: "Spirit trapped inside"
Mechanic says, "That's normal for this model"
I nod
Pretend I know what normal is
Pretend the light cares

The light is on
and off
and on
Maybe it's my signal
Maybe it's Morse code
Maybe it's love
or low-grade cosmic threat
I blink twice
It blinks back
Who's warning who here?

Maybe the car is lonely
craving existential meaning
Maybe it's asking for therapy
or more podcasts
or a different kind of fuel
Maybe it needs to talk
about its childhood

My neighbor says, "It's the universe
giving you a sign"
My barista says
"You need a vacation"
My phone suggests a playlist called
"Songs for Unexplained Warning Lights"
(Now that's suspicious)

The light is on
and so am I
Lying awake at 2 am
googling symptoms I don't have
Maybe I'm the check engine
Maybe I'm the one
blinking
on and off
hoping someone's paying attention

What if the light's for the things I can't fix?
What if it's grief
or taxes
or unfinished novels?
Is there a scanner
for existential dread?
Can I tighten my soul with a twist of a cap?
Do I need premium dreams?
Or just more air in the metaphorical tires?

The light is on
Don't know what it means
Maybe I'm warning myself
Maybe I'm the mystery
the dashboard blinking
the unresolved riddle
rolling downhill
engine running
mind humming
watching for smoke
that never comes

The light is on
I'll keep driving
Maybe it'll turn off
Maybe I will
Maybe that's all we ever get
A sign we can't read
and a road that doesn't care

The light is on!
The light is on
The light ...

The Light Is On

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/al-preguntar-por-mi-mama-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/al-preguntar-por-mi-mama-voz-dazz-deva-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/al-preguntar-por-mi-mama-version-instrumental

AL PREGUNTAR POR MI MAMÁ

Acostado en su cama
no aparta la mirada
del “señor” que está en la cruz
¿quién es él? Solo sabe
que se llevó a su madre
y que se llama Jesús.

Su expresión, que es muy dura,
le roba la dulzura
a su carita infantil
que, a pesar de sus años,
el odio ha dibujado
con un semblante muy hostil.

Señor, al preguntar por mi mamá,
me han dicho que usted se la ha llevado:
que ahora estará en el cielo a su lado
pero que nunca a casa volverá.

Mi mamá era su amiga
pues siempre me decía
que tenía que rezar
y antes de acostarme
y también al levantarme
le tenía que besar.

Pero si ahora no vuelve
yo no sé cómo quiere
que yo le vuelva a rezar
pues no sé cómo hacerlo
¿no ve que soy muy pequeño
y me tienen que ayudar?

Señor, yo creo que puede aceptar
el trato formal que ahora le propongo:
deje volver a mamá, que estoy solo,
y yo le quito los clavos y se va.

Esperó una respuesta
que nunca le fue hecha
y rendido se  durmió
después que unas lágrimas
regaran sus mejillas 
por la enorme decepción.

WHEN ASKING FOR MY MOTHER

Lying in his bed,
he can't take his gaze
off the "Lord" on the cross.
Who is he? He only knows
that he took his mother
and that his name is Jesus.

His expression, which is very hard,
robs the sweetness
from his childlike face,
which, despite his years,
hate has shaped
with a very hostile countenance.

Sir, when I asked for my mother,
they told me that you have taken her:
that she will now be in heaven by your side
but that she will never return home.

My mother was your friend
because she always told me
that I had to pray
and before going to bed
and also when I got up
I had to kiss you.

But if you don't come back now,
I don't know how you expect
me to pray to you again,
because I don't know how to do it.
Don't you see that I am very small
and you have to help me?

Sir, I think you can accept
the formal deal I'm now proposing:
Let Mom come back, I'm alone,
and I'll take out the nails and you can leave.

He waited for an answer
that was never given
and, exhausted, he fell asleep
after a few tears
flowed down his cheeks
out of sheer disappointment.

Al preguntar por mi mamá

the act that never ends

A song about feeling exposed and vulnerable

Naked

[Verse 1]
You never knew me
But you said you loved me
I wanted to believe
But you've never known empathy
You deceived me
And I let it be
Cause I wanted to believe
I wanted to breathe

[Chorus]
You never knew me
But now I know you
A freak with no empathy
Like a demon
You live to hurt
To steal, break

[Bridge]
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I see?
Why can't I see?
More than your shades of gray
How could I be?
How could I be?
So foolishly manipulated

[Verse 2]
You revealed yourself to me
When you lied to me
And lied to cover the lie
then offered a new lie

[Chorus]
you never knew me
But now I know you
A freak with no empathy
Like a demon
You live to hurt
To steal breath

[Bridge]
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I see?
Why can't I see?
More than your shadow
How could I be?
How could I be?
So foolishly manipulated

[Bridge]
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I see?
Why can't I see?
More than your shadow
How could I be?
How could I be?
So foolishly manipulated

Why Can't I Breathe

15. The Devil

Some of you may recognise the good ladies from Daybreak singing Salutations to the Sun, and the chorus "I am part of the Sun" is a poem by D.H. Lawrence.

19. The Sun

Something a little different. Hope you all enjoy it. Thank you all for the feedback💯👊🏾🫵🏾 

It's a Vibe

Lyrics by Roger L. Smith
Music & Vocals by Suno (AI)
Mixing & Mastering by Roger L. Smith

Snowman

I love amphibians and have an affinity for fried okra, loud guitars, and sick beats. expedition 33 and port wine are my thing at the moment, along with a glass of ouzo and rise of the ronin.

Creepy Flute

MRMT