2020

Esta canción está inspirada en María Fauro, la señora que limpiaba en la empresa  donde yo trabajaba y de la que tengo un entrañable recuerdo por su bondad y su coraje. Está dedicada a ella y, por extensión, a todas las mujeres de la limpieza, porque creo que no se valora su trabajo como se debería.

Hemos grabado dos versiones: en la de Carmen París se siente la fuerza y el coraje, mientras  que en la de Ana López Lorente destaca el cariño y la ternura. Y las dos están repletas de una entrega y sensibilidad que consiguen emocionar. Destacar, además, el piano de José Mª Berdejo, el chelo de Pablo Baleta, las guitarras de Nacho Abril y los “polvos mágicos” del ingeniero de sonido Juan Miguel Sánchez, del estudio de grabación Sin/Con Pasiones.

Para ver el video  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKHytf2Kw5o

SEÑORA MARÍA (Versión de Ana López Lorente. Para escuchar la versión de Carmen Paris https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/senora-maria-feat-carmen-paris?si=f6945a46cc34424284dd13501b65bf24&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing)

Siempre agarrada a la escoba
cual si parte de ella fuera
siempre con cubo y fregona
día y noche compañeras.

Sus manos limpian el polvo
con destellos de ternura
que relumbran en sus ojos
rebosantes de amargura.

Estribillo 

Y es que no ha sido la vida
aquel camino de rosas
que soñara siendo niña
entre blancas mariposas

La vida a veces regala
sueños de miel al destino
pero otras muchas se ensaña
y de hiel riega el camino.

Señora María:
¿qué le da a la desgracia
que siempre se cobija
en su humilde morada?
Señora María:
¿dónde emana el coraje
que la mantiene viva
y le da tanto aguante? 
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Al despertar la mañana
la saludan las estrellas
la brisa besa su cara
ya marchita primavera.

Estribillo

Always clinging to the broom
as if part of her were
always with bucket and mop
day and night companions.

Her hands clean the dust
with flashes of tenderness
that shine in his eyes
brimming with bitterness

Chorus

And it is that life has not been
that path of roses
that she dreamed as a girl
between white butterflies

life sometimes gives away
honey dreams to destiny
but many others show
and gall waters the road.

Lady Maria:
what gives to misfortune
that she always shelters
in her humble abode?
Lady Maria:
where does courage emanate
that keeps her alive
and does it last that long?
-------

waking up in the morning
the stars greet her
the breeze from her kisses her face
already withered spring

Chorus

SEÑORA MARIA (Feat. Ana López Lorente)

MANIC MONDAY
Original song written by Prince & recorded by The Bangles
Version by Overdrive & Antoine Guigan

"Manic Monday" is a song by the American pop rock band The Bangles, and the first single released from their second studio album, Different Light (1986). It was written by American musician Prince using the pseudonym "Christopher" and was originally intended for the group Apollonia 6 in 1984. Lyrically, it describes a woman who is waking up to go to work on Monday, wishing it was still Sunday so she could continue relaxing. The single, released by Columbia Records on Monday January 27, 1986, received generally positive reviews from music critics and some comparisons with The Mamas & the Papas' "Monday, Monday". It became The Bangles' first hit, reaching number two in the United States and the United Kingdom, as well as in Austria, Canada, Germany and Ireland, and peaked within the top five in Australia, New Zealand, Norway and Switzerland. It was later certified silver in the UK by the British Phonographic Industry (BPI).
(https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/2356591/bangles/manic%20monday)


KINDNESS INC

Musical project by French singer and instrumentalist Antoine Guigan, a musician heavily influenced by hip hop, electro, and folk. He has an incredibly powerful voice and is a skilled melodica player. I recommend visiting his excellent Soundcloud page: https://soundcloud.com/kindnessinc

Antoine's first EP is available on all platforms: ffm.to/sailors-ep

LYRICS

Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream
But I can't be late
'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my fun day
My I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Monday

Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn't make it on time
'Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my fun day
My I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Monday

All of the nights
Why did my lover have to pick last night
To get down
Doesn't it matter
That I have to feed the both of us
Employment's down
He tells me in his bedroom voice
C'mon honey, let's go make some noise
Time it goes so fast
(When you're having fun)

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my fun day
My I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my fun day
It's just another manic Monday

Manic Monday

Hey!
Look at me
The tall one
With needles.
The one doing all the emotional labor here.
Let's begin.

Step one
Approach with respect
I may look patient
but I've been standing in the cold for months
don't make it weird
Fluff my branches gently
as if I'm royalty
and you're late with the tribute
No shaking
No "Oops"
We both know you're stronger than I am

Step two
Lights first
Please
Last year you wrapped them like a confused spider
having a nervous episode
This time
one smooth spiral
like you're teaching math
Not too tight
I like to breathe
Not too loose
I'm not a philosophy essay

Yes, I see you reaching for the tinsel
Don't
We're having a talk about that

Hang things evenly
I'm not here for your emotional asymmetry
No clumps of baubles
like I'm hoarding planets
If you must put the sentimental ornament
you made at age six
fine
just don't make it my center of gravity

Step three
Garlands
Choose one
Elegant ribbon
wooden beads
or that weird popcorn chain
your aunt insists is "traditional"
Do not combine all three
I'm a tree
not a buffet

Let's review the topper rules
no stars, none, zero
Try a ribbon swirl
a paper snowflake
or a miniature reindeer
questioning his life choices
And place it gently
your dramatic jump last year
made you limp through New Year's Eve

Hang things evenly
gravity is real
and I've met it
Balance the shiny
balance the strange
don't tilt me like
your work–life balance in November
I may look festive
but trust me
I judge

Step four
Stand back
Admire me
Pretend you participated in the process
more than you did
I'll allow it
Now plug me in
Watch the room glow
I do it for free, you know
But yes
you’re welcome

Take a photo
that makes me look taller
than the sofa
Then post it proudly
on your Instagram feed
I’ll handle the sparkle

DECORÄTEME

This song was born from watching from afar someone I care about more than words can say struggle through years of heartbreak, injustice, and loneliness. I wrote “Where the Quiet Knows Your Name” for my dear friend @DJShAnkAri, who has been carrying battles no one should ever have to face alone. Her strength, her pain, and her courage inspired every line of this song.

But somewhere along the way, the meaning grew bigger than just one person.

This song is about those moments when the world feels too heavy to hold—when fear or darkness creeps in and you can’t quite find your way back to yourself. It’s the voice that sits beside you in the quiet—whether it’s someone you love, someone you’ve lost, a higher presence, or even that tiny piece of strength inside you that refuses to disappear.

It’s a reminder that you don’t have to be strong every second. You don’t have to fight every battle alone. You don’t even have to move. Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is stop, breathe, and let someone—or something—stay with you in the dark until the light comes back.

“Where the Quiet Knows Your Name” is my way of saying that no matter how lost you feel, you are not abandoned, forgotten, or unseen. Even in the stillness, even in the fear, even when you think no one could possibly understand… there is a presence that stays with you. A voice that knows your name. A quiet that holds you instead of hurting you.

Because this song was written for ShAnkAri, I also wanted to do something tangible to help her step out of the nightmare she’s been living through. I’ve started a GoFundMe to help her secure legal support and protect her and her family during this critical moment.
If you feel moved and are able to help — even a little — it truly means more than words. 🙏💜

👉 GoFundMe:
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-save-shankaris-homeone-last-chance-for-justice

This song is for anyone who has ever felt alone in the shadows. I hope it wraps around you the way it wrapped around me while I wrote it… and the way I hope it wrapped around her. 🫂


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
When the night hangs heavy on your window
And the air won’t let you breathe
When the world is loud with shadows
Sit down here… right next to me
Let the trembling have its moment
Let the weight do what it must
You don’t have to rise above it
Just be still… right where you trust

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the whisper in the doorway
I’m the hand that doesn’t shake
When you can’t find where you’re going
I’m the place your fears can break

[Chorus]
Be still, and know you’re not forsaken
Be still… you don’t have to say a thing
When you’re lost and every light is taken
I’ll be where the quiet knows your name
Where the quiet knows your name

[Verse 2]
If the dark drips down your heartbeat
And your memories feel unkind
If the past crawls in beside you
Pulls your breath out of your mind
Let the hurt sit in its corner
Let the tears fall how they fall
Every storm you’ve carried inward
You don’t have to carry all

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the echo when you’re hollow
I’m the anchor in the rain
When the path forgets to show you
I’ll remind you where you’ve been

[Chorus]
Be still, and know you’re not forsaken
Be still… you don’t have to say a thing
When you’re lost and every light is taken
I’ll be where the quiet knows your name
Where the quiet knows your name

[Bridge]
If the morning… never finds you
I’ll sit with you… in the night
If your hope… loses its color
I’ll stay until it’s bright
If you feel yourself unravel
Or forget your way again
I’ll be here… in every shadow
‘Til the shadows start to bend

[Final Chorus]
Be still, there’s nothing you must carry
Be still… you’re safe inside this flame
When the world feels far too dark to bear it
I’ll be where the quiet knows your name
Where the quiet knows your name

Where the Quiet Knows Your Name

Early 90's alt-rock meets it's long lost cousin in the form of 60's surf verses. 

The Illicit Frequencies EP

We Build Dazzling Ruins

Timeless (Tik Tak)

A 90s new man called Stan - Black Listed (Radio)

Shadows (Single - Memories & Shadows)

João Pedro: https://soundcloud.com/jotastudios
Matthew May:https://soundcloud.com/matthewmaymusic
TimiBeats: https://soundcloud.com/timibeats

Shadows (Single - Memories & Shadows)

“Cravings” – a late-night haze of syrupy chords, woozy drums, and spaced-out melodies that blur the line between missing her and just missing reality. 4 days of obsessive tweaking to bottle that Flying Lotus × Knxwledge × J Dilla × Mndsgn feeling: warm, trippy, a little heartbroken, a little high. Perfect for 3 a.m. drives, blunt cruises, or sliding into the DMs of someone you’re low-key addicted to. Close your eyes, press play, and let it melt. ♡

Smooth, psychedelic soul from Sydney. © Klaydo 2025

#FlyingLotusVibes #KnxwledgeType #LoFiHipHop #PsychedelicSoul #Chillhop #FutureBeats #AustralianBeats

Cravings

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

Empty echoes in my head
Put me in a place of dread
And I realize that all the books I’ve read
Haven’t taught me nothing.

I’m back at beginning and beginning 
To budge got a grudge and not one nut
But I’m a nut that’ll gut any putz in the palodeum explode on him and load the kid with holes and shit…

Im here now
And I hear sounds
And I’m near proud
Of my mouth
And what comes out

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

I’m present
And resent
Both the past 
And the future
Feel super
Deal hoopla 
Real shooter
Meal looter
Tree climber
Line doer 
Fine, neuter 
Me I’m zany 
And crazy
And maybe
The day B
Too short
For these
Contortions
Of thought 
Your style
Is store bought
My swag is all wrought 
brought with thought

Im here now
And I hear sounds
And I’m near proud
Of my mouth
And what comes out

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

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Rob Fletcher

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