Big Bang (Anthem)

Desert Reverie

my first collab with the amazing Magi©ian hes music always gets me and some amazing pieces,so hope you like my vocals and story telling of my chilhood in england and my magical place,every child has a place where there world is fantastic and a DREAMLAND,the reality is when you return,thats why such great kids fantasies ,harry potter,munsters,adams family,bewitched,i dream of jeanie the imagination of so many people bring us the stories close to our hearts,and fun a great place to be

Dreamland © Copyright (collab) music by Magi©ian ,lyrics and vocals Gary Hayward

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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

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Lotus

Wow… just wow.
This one hits deep. The sax? It's not just a vibe it carries the entire track. Nostalgic, modern, raw… it’s all in there.
The lyrics come straight from my personal struggles, and I’m almost certain they’ll hit home for you too.
Only a handful of instruments were used. The drum group is the barest I’ve ever written but somehow, it just works.
And Lian’s vocals? Unreal. Like out-of-this-world FIRE.
This took about 4 weeks to fine-tune, word by word. Every line matters.
If you’ve ever doubted life, felt stuck, or just needed something to hold onto…
Still Breathing was made for you.
I genuinely believe this track deserves to be heard.

[Verse 1] 
I had a vision — not fame, just peace 
Just a beat-up car and a life on lease 
Couple friends, couple bills, maybe sleep that’s deep 
But the cracks came fast and the fall ran steep 
Lost my girl, lost hope, lost grip on the wheel 
Told myself lies just to not feel real 
Woke up cold with my back to the floor 
A note in my phone that I tried to ignore 

[Verse 2] 
People say "fight," like it’s some clean fight 
But they don’t see the dark, just the highlight lights 
They don’t feel the nights when the mind goes numb 
When you pray for a call, but nobody comes 
So I lied to my mom, said “I’m fine, don’t stress” 
While my chest caved in from the weight I repressed 
Yeah, I smiled in pics, but that wasn’t me 
That was someone who drowned trying not to be seen 

[Chorus] 
Still breathing — but barely, still bleeding 
Still reaching for meaning in days with no feeling 
Still waking up tired, still playing pretend 
Still chasing a start that feels like the end 
No hero, no win, no chorus that lifts 
Just a man in the fog, with clenched fists 
Getting up — not ‘cause I’m brave or I planned it 
Just ‘cause giving up never felt like 
I’d stand it 

[Verse 3] 
I wrote a letter to the me 
I lost Said, “You didn’t fail, you just paid the cost” 
Of caring too much in a world too cold 
Of dreaming out loud in a place that folds 
Now I walk with a limp where a heart once ran 
Still afraid of the dark but I face it like a man 
I don’t preach, don’t teach, don’t act like I know 
I just speak what I’ve seen from the eye of the low 

[Bridge] 
They want a comeback? This ain’t that tale 
It’s the sound of a soul that refused to bail 
No medals, no cheers, no love in the room 
Just me in the silence, outlasting the doom 

[Final Chorus] 
Still breathing — not healed, not clean 
Still caught in the gears of a silent machine 
Still rising, still cracked, still real, still wrecked 
Still choosing the fight they all told me to neglect 
Still breathing — but barely, still bleeding 
Still reaching for meaning in days with no feeling 
Still waking up tired, still playing pretend 
Still chasing a start that feels like the end 
No hero, no win, no chorus that lifts 
Just a man in the fog, with clenched fists 
Getting up — not ‘cause I’m brave or I planned it 
Just ‘cause giving up never felt like 
I’d stand it 


So if I fall again — let the record reflect: I got up every time Even with nothing left.

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