Phat Dadddy J's Rock Reposts

VIDEO OFICIAL: https://youtu.be/FrULOMQDZSg

CARACOL

Luna ven,
La noche estalló,
Su presencia,
Último rastro,
Sin fin de ilusiones,
Viento, ven afuera, circula.

Caracol, tiempo era caracol,
Abrí y de pronto encontré a otro,
Presente escondido en el instante, sumergido.

Poco a poco luz ardiente atardece esa forma de espiral,
Que trae impresión que en otro tiempo se hizo olvido,
Blanco tierno, amarillo desde atrás.

Instante ciego, días que sabemos que no volverán,
El fugaz estar del mar, un sonido que atraviesa el silencio,
Viento frío, aire fresco, circula.

Sensación de haber estado, en otro sitio oscurece,
El ciclo intenso, va lentamente, suspirando,
Que mantiene todo intacto en el espacio que está.

Cuerpo seco, adaptado a una concha, olvido,
Verde intenso que se queda, aparece duda interna,
Calma antigua que se escapa en el momento del ya.

(Lee los 4 bloques anteriores en orden inverso y vuelve aquí).

Momento que será, el sol va al final,
Comienza los giros y se va quemándolo todo a su paso, quemándolo.

Luna ven,
La noche estalló,
Su presencia,
Último rastro,
Sin fin de ilusiones,
Viento, ven afuera, circula.

Caracol, tiempo era caracol,
Abrí y de pronto encontré a otro,
Presente escondido en el instante, sumergido.

CREDITOS:
Sojue Stradac - Símbolos, signos y presentimientos.
Paulino Robles: Portada CD, Dirección y producción de vídeo. #FotoBazarTulancingo
Grabado en Enero 2019 y producido en 100 Hertz Home Studio por Sojue Stradac Mayo 2021.
¡Gracias amigos, es que su poder impulsa!

Producido en 100 Hertz Home Studio por Sojue Stradac.

SIMBOLOS

Caracol

HEARTEATER

silenzio

Skywalker

isolamento

Funerale

vuota

A track with three different moods: happy, serious and then epic. Inspired by a moutain landscape at morning.

Light blue mountains

Rolling

Invisibile

"Avant" raconte le jeune homme difficile à suivre que j'étais à l'époque. 
Paroles:
Quand j'étais jeune et détaché de tout, 
Je me moquais du monde.
Quand j'étais jeune et désireux de rien,
Seule ma vie se fonde.
Dans le bleu, dans le gris,
Des jours souvent les mêmes.
J'ignorais tout du sens, 
D'un serment, d'un je t'aime..

Avant que tu ne, changes mes saisons,
Avant que tu ne, troubles ma raison.
Je vivais sans rêves , et sans illusions,
Avant que tu ne changes mes saisons,
Troubles ma raison. 

Quand j'étais jeune et difficile à vivre,
Ni Dieu, ni maître.
Quand j'étais jeune difficile à suivre,
Je croyais tout connaitre.
Et je vis aujourd'hui, 
Chaque minute blonde,
Dans le feu, dans le froid,
A l'abri dans ton monde.

Avant que tu ne, changes mes saisons,
Avant que tu ne, troubles ma raison.
Je vivais sans rêves , et sans illusions,
Avant que tu ne changes mes saisons,
Troubles ma raison. 

j'ai longtemps cherché, sur bien des routes,
Une image qui parle de toi.
Sur les longs chemins de la déroute,
L'hiver et le vent, couraient vers toi.
Avant, avant, avant..
l'hiver et le vent,
Couraient vers toi,
Avant, avant.

Christian PERUTI
Auteur, compositeur, interprète

AVANT is the song that best represents the complicated young man that I was. smile..
Lyrics:
When I was young and detached from everything,
I was laughing at the world.
When I was young and wanting nothing,
Only my life is blended.
In the blue, in the gray,
Often the same days.
I didn't know anything about the meaning,
With an oath, with an I love you.

Before you change my seasons,
Before you do, trouble my reason.
I lived without dreams, and without illusions,
Before you change my seasons,
Trouble my reason.

When I was young and difficult to live with,
Neither God nor master.
When I was young, hard to follow,
I thought I knew everything.
And I live today,
Every blonde minute,
In the fire, in the cold,
Safe in your world.

Before you change my seasons,
Before you do, trouble my reason.
I lived without dreams, and without illusions,
Before you change my seasons,
Trouble my reason.

I have long searched, on many roads,
An image that speaks of you.
On the long roads of rout,
Winter and the wind were running towards you.
Before, before, before..
winter and wind,
Ran to you,
Before, before.

Christian PERUTI
Author, composer, performer

Avant

The Guitars Say Sorry – The Gods Don’t Hear Me Anymore

Closing out the Jaded album, The Gods Don’t Hear Me Anymore is a stark, emotional reckoning—part confession, part lament, part protest. Over a raw acoustic guitar in open tuning (DADEAD), The Guitars Say Sorry delivers a song that feels like it was written under a flickering streetlight in the early hours, alone but overheard.

The lyrics drift between the personal and political: forgotten memories, absent gods, the weight of family history, and the ache of disappointment in the world around us. “Tears come easy when you're young / And you don't know where you've come from” sets the tone—disillusionment framed by a search for meaning, identity, and connection. There’s resignation in the refrain, “The gods don't hear me anymore,” but also an undercurrent of defiance: “I carefully chose my enemies.”

Sparse, honest, and lyrically pointed, The Gods Don’t Hear Me Anymore is a fitting end to Jaded—a quiet anthem for those still standing in the ruins, asking questions no one seems willing to answer.

Lyrics
I'm waiting for someone
Who I don't remember
Under the bridges
The shadows of my father

The gods don't hear me anymore
The gods don't hear me anymore

So here we are
Ruled by old men with long memories
After George's death
I carefully chose my enemies

The gods don't hear me anymore
The gods don't hear me anymore

Tears come easy when you're young
And you don't know where you've come from
And they always tell you what you've done wrong

In the morning
I held my breath and nothing's changed
I closed my eyes, I'm still to blame
I can't help feeling it's still the same
As the last time

Is life always like this? I find it hard to tell
Is this what we're in for? It never ends up well

I lost my taste, changed beyond recognition
I'm spinning plates
I love the world we live in

The gods don't hear me anymore
The gods don't hear me anymore

Ran out of space, and not for the first time
Felt out of place — seems my mother was right

The gods don't hear me anymore
The gods don't hear me anymore

Tears come easy when you're young
And you don't know where you've come from
And they always tell you what you've done wrong

In the morning
I held my breath and nothing's changed
I closed my eyes, I'm still to blame
I can't help feeling it's still the same
As the last time

Is life always like this? I find it hard to tell
Is this what we're in for? It never ends up well



These Guitars Say Sorry - The Gods Don't Hear Me Anymore (Singer-Songwriter / Jaded)

INVISIBLE

"Without You" is a sonic blend of late-night nostalgia and raw emotional pulse.
Driven by a jazz-rock groove, RnB undertones, and '90s synth textures, this track speaks of loss, memory, and resilience.
A haunting female voice floats through the mix—sometimes whispering, sometimes crying out—in fragments like:
"Crazy... feel the life... make me feel the way..."

It's the echo of a love now gone, suspended in the silence that follows.

This is not just a song.
It's a bedroom at midnight.
It's a voice looking back.
It's the absence that shapes presence.

▶️ Listen. Feel. Remember.

Music composed & produced by Michel Allard

Without You

Without you - KRT Production

Depuis la pandémie mondiale, plusieurs pays ont décidé de restreindre les sorties des citoyens pour les protéger du virus. Bonne idée ou mauvaise idée, là n’est pas le propos de la chanson. Le titre parle plutôt de ceux qui avaient déjà, ou qui ont maintenant de la difficulté à sortir de leur maison depuis cet évènement. Cela se nomme  le SYNDROME DE LA CABANE. Dans la chanson, une amie essaie de venir en aide à la personne qui a peur de sortir mais ne sait pas si ça va fonctionner.


Since the global pandemic, several countries have decided to restrict the exit of citizens to protect them from the virus. Good idea or bad idea, that’s not the point of the song. The title talks rather about those who had already, or who are now having difficulty leaving their house since this event. It is called the CABIN SYNDROME. In the song, a friend tries to help the person who is afraid of going out but doesn’t know if it will work.


Musiciennes et musiciens :
Marie-Christine Tremblay : vocal
Denis Caouette : paroles, musique & arrangements, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Michel Otis : synthétiseur
Frank Corneau : Basse
Sébastien Savard : Violons
Jérôme Vandal : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation



PHONOGRAPHE

Prison de Verre

Prison de verre

Southern Exposure

A crushing wave of heavy riffs, dark atmospheres, and raw energy. Supersonic takes you straight into the heart of chaos — where skulls crack, amps scream, and shadows burn. Turn it up loud, lose yourself in the storm.

Supersonic

Supersonic -  KRT Production

My electronic remix interpretation of Nick Ray's stellar original song "The Art of Letting Go"! Enjoy! 

Original song linked below.

https://soundcloud.com/nickraymusic/the-art-of-letting-go/

Production:

Based upon and incorporating Nick Ray's original vocals and song "The Art of Letting Go" and his accompanying lyrics and melody; software: Cubase, backup vocals - Synthesizer V Solaria 2 and Weina 2 voicebanks; Remix supplemental lyrics, instrumental melodies and Synthesizer V vocal programming by DJ Joshy B (Aka Josh Bryan); Synths and Remix arrangement by DJ Joshy B; Synths used: Synthesizer V, Serum, Komplete Kontrol, Twin 3, Halion Sonic, UJAM (Subcraft, Amber and Beatmaker Series), Sitala Drum Sampler.


Nick Ray - The Art of Letting Go (DJ Joshy B Remix)

Lyrics written by Badtripp Inc/Geir Arne Moi,. copyright 1980-2025. Music made in collaboration with Suno., This one took a long time to coach forth from the AI Suno, maybe punkrock has become too quaint?! HERE'S THE LYRICS:

Go get a rope 
Go get a gun 
Go get some dope 
Tell me what to do

To kill my
Deathwish Deathwish 
Deathwish Deathwish 

Sex and drugs
And rock and roll
Just ain't got 
what it takes 

To kill my 
Deathwish  Deathwish  
Deathwish Deathwish

DEATHWISH

Nobody Knows (instrumental) by Marco Russo

Music is my passion! It has always been a wonderful part of my life. Growing up in Brooklyn New York exposed me to street corner crooners, Afro Latin beats, Blues, Jazz and Rock & Roll. Marching down the street playing a tenor drum in my Boy Scout uniform is a cherished memory I have of growing up in the Brooklyn. It was my most urgent desire to dawn that uniform so, I too, could be a drummer in the Brooklyn Day Parade. 

The Apollo theatre was another great influence in my youth, knowing the back stage manager’s son helped too. oh yea, front row seats. 

In high school I discovered the harmonica along with a steady diet of R&B, Jazz, Rock, I never got to stuck of any genre and appreciating the fusion of different styles. I enlisted in the Air Force in Coral Gables Florida after graduating Longwood High Middle Island. 

Stationed in Okinawa Japan I met countless badass funky musicians from all over the US. For seven years I played keyboards in a top forty cover band “Shock Tacy”. Working Steve Howard the owner of the “Power Station” recording studio in Okinawa Japan, I learned a lot of the basics of the craft. 

After retirement I returned to California and I decided to my own start my own business building  my own recording studio Phat Daddy’s Music Studio in 1999. 

In 2000 Atlanta was to be coined the Hip Hop headquarters of the DirtySouth, I too decided to relocated to ATL for work in the music industry. 
Working with Audio Visual companies and Wizard Electronics a music repair facilities. 

2012 I discovered the THI studio in Brooklyn, where I received my audio engineering certificate with my studio mentor Robert Honablue. I am now based in Portland Oregon producing and recording music, my life’s passion!!!

Currently in Bangkok Thailand creating tracks for the love of music!

Phat Dadddy J's Rock Reposts

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