Dope song. Very nice sound and mix. Great work.

Skywalker

Symphonic Dances - 1. Call of the Reeds | for Wind Symphony Orchestra (Work in Progress)

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/en-la-otra-orilla

En la otra orilla

En la orilla del dolor
sólo tienen frustración
y el anhelo de un mundo mejor.

En la orilla del placer
todo es poco hasta ser
el más fuerte y el que tenga el poder.

Estribillo

Desde la orilla se ve el fulgor
de la riqueza aupada en neón
que nutre la fe y la ilusión.
Todos se echan a la mar
porque piensan que tendrán
por fin un lugar para soñar.

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No se entiende que huir
del infierno es seguir
el instinto de sobrevivir.

Estribillo

Y se tienen que aguantar
si los quieren explotar
los mismos que los quieren echar.

On the other shore

On the shore of pain
they only have frustration
and the longing for a better world.

On the shore of pleasure
everything is too little until you are
the strongest and the one who has the power.

Chorus

From the shore you can see the glow
of wealth boosted in neon
that nourishes faith and illusion.
Everyone sets out to sea
because they think they will
finally have a place to dream.

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It is not understood that fleeing
from hell is following
the instinct to survive.

Chorus

And they have to put up with
if they want to exploit them
the same people who want to throw them out.

En la otra orilla (Feat. Hugo Iglesias Olmos)

[Intro]  

I put my heart into these chords, these lines, these melodies,  
Upload my soul into the void, just hoping someone sees.  
But every time I check my feed, a message waits for me—  
A promise wrapped in sugar, but it’s never what it seems.  

[Verse 1]  

"Hey, I love your music, bro! It’s fire, it’s insane!"  

Then three replies later, it’s "Invest in your name!"  
Sony wants to sign me? Oh, sure, that sounds legit…  
But why’s your profile say you’re based in Bangladesh?  

[Pre-Chorus]  
I don’t need a fake deal,  
I don’t need your promo,  
I just want a real ear  
To hear what I wrote, so…  

[Chorus]  
 
Just listen—don’t sell me a dream,  
I ain’t got the time for another scheme.  
I don’t need your "boost" or a "Spotify stream,"  
Just tell me if my song really means anything.  
Just listen—no dollar signs,  
No empty praise, no scripted lines.  
If you really feel it, then tell me why—  
But don’t try to sell me a lie.  

[Verse 2]  

Atlantic’s in my inbox now, but spelled without a "C."  
And Capitol’s got zero posts? Yeah, sounds legit to me…  
"Let’s get you on a playlist, bro—50 dollars a song!"  
If I had a dime for every scam, I’d own the whole damn blog.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
I don’t need a fake deal,  
I don’t need your promo,  
I just want a real ear  
To hear what I wrote, so…  

[Chorus]  
Just listen—don’t sell me a dream,  
I ain’t got the time for another scheme.  
I don’t need your "boost" or a "Spotify stream,"  
Just tell me if my song really means anything.  
Just listen—no dollar signs,  
No empty praise, no scripted lines.  
If you really feel it, then tell me why—  
But don’t try to sell me a lie.  

[Bridge]  

From India to Singapore, LA to UK,  
They’re all reading from the same damn play…  
"Your music’s got potential, we love your sound!"  
Then it’s "Pay me first, I’ll get you found."  

[Final Chorus]  

Just listen—don’t sell me a dream,  
I ain’t got the time for another scheme.  
I don’t need your "boost" or a "Spotify stream,"  
Just tell me if my song really means anything.  
Just listen—no dollar signs,  
No empty praise, no scripted lines.  
If you really feel it, then tell me why—  
But don’t try to sell me a lie.  

[Outro]  

Just listen… just listen…  
Not for money… just for meaning…  
Just listen… 


Just Listen

Heal the World (Selene's Rhapsody)

Heal the World (Selene's Rhapsody) - Remastered

You never touched me
But the space you left
I keep falling into it

There was no plan
No signal flared in the sky, no moment carved in time
Just something slow
and quiet
and final
in the way your gaze didn't move

You looked at me like a question you weren't ready to ask
And I stayed still-because I wasn't ready to answer

You didn't lean in
I didn't breathe out
The pause got heavier
I swear, it pressed on my ribs like a second heart

And maybe you meant nothing
But my body rephrased you
into yes

This isn't hunger
Not exactly
This is knowing what you'd taste like
if I ever let you be real

Not a touch-and still it stung
Not a sound-and still I spun
What we are-unsaid.
What we want-undone.

I imagined what your hand would feel like on the back of my neck
not heavy, not claiming, just there
like something I forgot I wanted
until it reminded me

You moved one breath closer
The air gave up its shape
I didn't step back

Do you know how rare it is
to want someone like a sentence half-remembered
but still trust the ending?

Not a touch-and still it stung
Not a sound-and still I spun
What we are-unsaid.
What we want-undone.

Then silence folded-soft, complete
and breath met breath in rhythm sweet
Not taken. Not claimed. Just given
like a truth too full to speak

And we were
naked
Not just skin
but thought
and choice
and everything we didn't say
now echoing in the heat between
what moved... and what stayed

No vow, no proof
just pulse
and yes
and now

And nothing left undone

Held Without Hands

Take the Fascist down

Hole

Face

All parts by Robert Grigg with inspiration from our Lord God!
https://youtu.be/s1xDAcgg9Nw?si=WHdluoX7f79IvU9-

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