Si il y a bien une musique qui me touche au plus haut point c'est bien le blues !

Re-Extase 73

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Te olvidé

Yo pensaba que me amabas,
nunca vi que me engañabas.
Quizás porque te quería,
como hoy ya no podría.

Por un tiempo fui sin rumbo,
sin sosiego ni un segundo.
La herida ya no sangraba
pero el daño no amainaba.

Estribillo

Todo aquello terminó,
te marchaste y me olvidé.
Fue muy duro lo sé bien
pero el sol ya apareció.
-----------------

Hoy mi vida sigue andando,
ya no vivo en el pasado.
Lo que duele se disuelve
y el amor ya no me muerde.

Estribillo

I forgot you

I thought you loved me,
I never saw that you were cheating on me.
Maybe because I loved you,
like I couldn't today.

For a while I was aimless,
without a second's rest.

The wound no longer bled,
but the damage didn't subside.

Chorus

All that ended,
you left, and I forgot.

It was very hard, I know,
but the sun has risen.
-----------------

Today my life goes on,
I no longer live in the past.
What hurts dissolves,
and love no longer bites me.

Chorus

Te olvidé AC

LYRICS:

I want to write the worst song in the world
So I can be somebody special

I'll try to be unliked by everyone
But they don't provide a dislike button

Besides, randomly somebodys gonna like my song
And fuck up my whole intention

I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst

It seems that even writing the worst song in the world
Is a wish that I can't count on

So instead I'd better try writing the best song in the world
But then I will never be liked by everyone

I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst

Clearly I'll never be best or worst at anything
Because these words are just an illusion

I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst
I wanna be best at being worst

Worst Song in the World

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RECUERDOS DE ÁFRICA

Pies descalzos en la arena 
que arde como el fuego;
un tambor calmado suena
e invita al sosiego;
en el cielo brilla el sol
y su luz tiene especial resplandor.

Niños ríen en su juego
con mirada sabia;
un anciano grita el ruego
con dolor y rabia;
poco a poco entendí
la vida allí.

Estribillo

África, sueño que no se olvida
África, llena de luz y de vida
al sentir tu latir ya resuena tu voz.

África, madre que ve con tristeza
África, cómo esquilman su riqueza
y se van sin dejar más que desolación. 

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Aunque hoy estoy ausente
no me fui del todo
en mi piel está presente
tu dorado polvo
un susurro que jamás
se va a borrar.

Estribillo

MEMORIES OF AFRICA

Bare feet on the sand
that burns like fire;
a calm drum beats
and invites calm;
the sun shines in the sky
and its light has a special brilliance.

Children laugh in their game
with wise eyes;
an old man cries out his prayer
with pain and rage;
little by little I understood
life there.

Chorus

Africa, a dream that is not forgotten
Africa, full of light and life
when I feel your heartbeat, your voice already resonates.

Africa, a mother who watches with sadness
Africa, how they plunder her wealth
and leave, leaving nothing but desolation.

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Although I am absent today,
I am not completely gone
on my skin is present
your golden dust
a whisper that will never
be erased.

Chorus

Recuerdos de África AC

David Molesky interviewed Maria Kreyn, a russian-born philosopher and painter. The text appeared in the magazine "juxtapoz art & culture" in February 2015 (pages 90-97). 
A part from that interview was used for my track https://soundcloud.com/api_zz/art-music. 
Another part from that interview inspired the lyrics of this tune.

from the unseen

Introduction and Lyrics in English

This song was inspired by the images of war that I have been increasingly confronted with on the internet, television, and social media in recent years.
The verses are an attempt to translate the sometimes unspeakable horror of brutally extinguished lives and destroyed houses and cities into pictorial, metaphorical language.
The chorus expresses the longing to stop this creeping wave of destruction and counter it with a profound world peace. A world peace that will lead stray souls, who are currently being seduced by right-wing populist and ultimately warmongering slogans, to return to their true loving, deeply humanistic core selves.
Since the entire song is a kind of desperate plea for more love for oneself and others, I chose Picasso's famous painting “The Supplicant” as song-cover.

To Rest in Peace

Eyes run with pus
A freshly wilted bouquet of flowers
Bridges are broken
Rainbows are grey
A man cries
Before his wife's corpse

Glasses without stems and without shine
A shadow invites you to dance with death
A bed stands crooked and askew
Because it ran in circles
The shop door
With the inscription ‘No one here’

Inside, it's seething
Everything wants to burst
Rabies has taken hold of my soul
The river of balm fights its way through the narrowness
Perhaps it will take away this curse of haste

I'd like to lie down for a while
To Rest in Peace
Who will give me the liberating blessing
To rest in peace
To rest in peace

Chocolate runs into the stairwell
The fairy tale is about to end
Red mushrooms give us the last poison
A sarcophagus is shipped anonymously

Horses can no longer find their way
A lizard man steps up to swear an oath of truth
Prayers are said on combs
Bubbles burst
Urinary retention
Now takes its course

My senses are shattered
A thousand ears
My eyes are flooded
Glaring light
Can't smell
Nostrils beaten black and blue
My tongue swells from the fresh cactus sting

I want to lie down for a while
To Rest in Peace
Who will give me the liberating blessing
To rest in peace
To rest in peace

In peace
In peace
In peace
In peace
In peace

Deutscher Originaltext

To Rest in Peace

Augen laufen eiternd aus
Ein frischverwelkter Blumenstrauß
Brücken sind zerbrochen
Regenbögen grau
Ein Mann weint
Vor der Leiche seiner Frau

Gläser ohne Stiel und ohne Glanz
Ein Schatten lädt zum Totentanz
Ein Bett steht krumm und schief
Weil es im Kreise lief
Die Ladentür
Mit Aufschrift "Niemand hier"

Im Innern brodelts
Alles will zerspringen
Die Tollwut hat meinen Seelenhain erfasst
Der Balsamfluss kämpft sich durch die Enge
Vielleicht nimmt er mir diesen Fluch zur Hast

Möchte mich ein wenig hinlegen
To Rest in Peace
Wer gibt mir den befreienden Segen
To Rest in Peace
To Rest in Peace

Schokolade läuft ins Treppenhaus
Das Märchen steht kurz vor dem Aus
Rote Pilze schenken uns das letzte Gift
Ein Sarkophag wird anonym verschifft

Pferde kommen nicht mehr in die Spur
Ein Echsenmensch tritt an zum Wahrheitsschwur
Auf Kämmen wird gebetet
Blasen springen auf
Die Harnverhaltung
Nimmt jetzt ihren Lauf

Meine Sinne sind geborsten
Tausend Ohren
Meine Augen sind geflutet
Greller Schein
Kann nicht riechen
Nasenflügel windelweich geprügelt
Mein Zunge schwillt vom frischen Kaktusstich

Möchte mich ein wenig hinlegen
To Rest in Peace
Wer gibt mir den befreienden Segen
To Rest in Peace
To Rest in Peace

In Peace
In Peace
In Peace
In Peace
In Peace

To Rest in Peace

This song is about what really happens when family comes together — the good memories, the broken pieces, the people we miss, and the things we’re finally ready to let go of. It’s about cracked plates, old stories, old wounds, and the way a familiar room can hold both pain and comfort at the same time. 

I wanted to capture that moment where everyone sits down, looks around the table, and realizes that forgiveness doesn’t have to be a big dramatic thing — sometimes it’s just passing the wine, sharing a smile, or choosing not to reopen the same old fight. It’s about letting love be louder than the history we’ve all lived through. 

This song is my way of honoring how imperfect and beautiful family can be, and how a simple meal can become the place where healing finally starts.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
Cracked plates and stories untold
Grandma's laugh a treasure of gold
Remember the fights the slamming of doors
We gather now on familiar floors 

[Prechorus]
Can we let it go
Can we let it go 

[Chorus]
Around this table of forgiveness
Love's the only thing we profess
Pass the gravy pass the wine
Let bygones be bygones this time 

[Verse 2]
Uncle Joe's got a brand new wife
Little Timmy's got a brand new life
Auntie Susan she can't make it this year
But we know she's with us oh so near 

[Prechorus]
Can we let it go
Can we let it go 

[Chorus]
Around this table of forgiveness
Love's the only thing we profess
Pass the gravy pass the wine
Let bygones be bygones this time

Table of Forgiveness

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Home for Christmas

Christmas Child produced by Mike Wornath
Free download and commercial use allowed !
No GEMA or BMI - ENJOY
Created with Andrei Popov from the Mariinsky Theatre St. Petersburg in Russia.
https://www.mariinsky.ru/en/company/opera_men/popov_and1/
Unfortunately, I lost contact with him. I hope he is doing well.
This track was a hard work, its not easy to bring real christmas feeling into music.
Special thanks to all the beautiful people at the Marinsky Theatre for the helping to realize this work. Especially the choir and the orchestra.

Christmas Child (Free download, commercial use allowed)

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Old Man Johnson on the corner, he’s got a brand new magnifying glass. He’s checkin’ the rust on my old Ford, says I’m movin’ way too fast. Yeah, he sees the grease stains on my engine block, says I ain't got no class, But he ain’t washed the grime off his own front steps since 1971 passed.

Chorus

You gotta rake the gravel, brother, before you call the roll on me. You gotta sweep the shadows, baby, if you wanna truly see. Keep that critical broom grounded, stop kicking up the doubt! There’s a mountain of dirt right there at your own front door, let’s see what you’re gonna do about!

Verse 2

You’re pointing fingers at the splinters, ignoring the log that’s in your own eye. You stand upon your soapbox, preachin' 'bout livin' right beneath the sky. Yeah, you stand upon your soapbox, tellin' everybody else they’re about to fry, When your own foundation’s crumbling and the mortgage on your soul is piled knee-high.

Chorus

You gotta rake the gravel, brother, before you call the roll on me. You gotta sweep the shadows, baby, if you wanna truly see. Keep that critical broom grounded, stop kicking up the doubt! There’s a mountain of dirt right there at your own front door, let’s see what you’re gonna do about!

Bridge

Stop searchin' for the fire when the kindlin’ is right inside your chest. There ain’t no wisdom in judgment, just a self-made, critical test. You wanna clean the neighborhood? You wanna shine the whole damned street? You gotta look the man in the mirror and give your own ragged edges a clean sweep.  Yeah, a clean sweep!

Verse 3

The sidewalk’s slick with slander, son, you’re bound to slip and fall. You built your house of outrage so high, you can’t hear the wake-up call. Yeah, you built that house of outrage so high, you’re deaf to the world and all, But the wind of truth is coming, and that dusty structure's gonna tumble and crawl.

Final Chorus

You better rake the gravel, brother, before you call the roll on me!  You better sweep the shadows, baby, if you wanna truly see!  Keep that critical broom grounded, stop kicking up the doubt! There’s a mountain of dirt right there at your own front door, let’s see what you’re gonna do about!

Clean your own Mess

Clean up ur own Mess

My best life

Would you sell your soul to the Devil... for a mega #1 hit song? The word "Devil" makes allusion to whatever you want it to be. ;-))

Mr. DEVIL s MEGA #1 HIT SONG

„Beneath the Tinsel (Father’s Lullaby)“
A melancholic punk-folk ballad by Beyond & Before Music
Voiced by Adelheide – a ghost from the past, a whisper in the snow.
This song is a father-daughter dialogue across time, woven into the transmedia universe of „Hinter uns das Land“ (a biographical novel about memory, resistance, and the quiet violence of history). Recorded as a wartime Christmas ballad, it asks: What remains when love can’t stop the falling bomb?
„Oh, Father, did you know?
The war’s not in the snow — it’s in the silence…“

Credits:

Vocals: Adelheide (a character from the novel’s virtual world)
Music & Lyrics: Frank Talmon l’Armée
Genre: Punk-folk / Wartime Ballad (84 BPM, E minor)
Part of the Hinter uns das Land soundtrack – where music and literature intertwine.
Full novel & soundtrack coming 2026.
#PunkFolk #ChristmasBallad #HistoricalFiction #Transmedia

Why this song?
Adelheide’s voice – aged, raspy, yet tender – carries the weight of generations. This track is a bridge between the novel’s 1930s setting and today’s digital age, where „the battle’s in the feed, the human need.“

Listen closely: The theremin’s hum in the outro is the sound of a bomb that never explodes… but never goes away.

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„Beneath the Tinsel (Father’s Lullaby)“
Eine melancholische Punk-Folk-Ballade von Beyond & Before Music
Gesungen von Adelheide – eine Stimme aus der Vergangenheit, ein Flüstern im Schnee.
Dieser Song ist ein Dialog zwischen Vater und Tochter über die Zeit, eingebettet in das transmediale Universum von „Hinter uns das Land“ (ein biografischer Roman über Erinnerung, Widerstand und die stille Gewalt der Geschichte). Als Weihnachtsballade im Kriegsmodus fragt er: Was bleibt, wenn die Liebe die fallende Bombe nicht aufhalten kann?
„Oh, Father, did you know?
The war’s not in the snow — it’s in the silence…“

Credits:

Stimme: Adelheide (eine Figur aus der virtuellen Welt des Romans)
Musik & Text: Frank Talmon l’Armée
Genre: Punk-Folk / Kriegsweihnachtslied (84 BPM, E-Moll)
Teil des Hinter uns das Land-Soundtracks – wo Musik und Literatur verschmelzen.
Roman & vollständiger Soundtrack erscheinen 2026.
#PunkFolk #Weihnachtsballade #HistorischerRoman #Transmedia

Warum dieser Song?
Adelheides Stimme – gealtert, rauchig, doch zärtlich – trägt die Last der Generationen. Der Track ist eine Brücke zwischen den 1930er-Jahren des Romans und unserer digitalen Gegenwart, in der „der Kampf im Feed tobt, das menschliche Bedürfnis“.

Hört genau hin: Das Theremin im Outro ist der Klang einer Bombe, die nie explodiert… aber nie verschwindet.


Beneath the Tinsel (Father’s Lullaby)

You Must

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Y DESPERTAR

Qué fáciles se ven las cosas
cuando, a pesar de ser chiquillos,
algo extraño nos hace hombres
y nos arranca de ese sitio
que en realidad nos corresponde.

Intentamos que nuestra vida
sea una batalla latente
donde demostrar nuestro orgullo,
donde sólo existe el presente:
¡no importan pasado y futuro!.

Un día se te va la mano
y en soledad, al verte perdido,
recompones todo tu tiempo;
entonces ves que te has hundido,
que hay que empezar por los cimientos.

Y despertar
de aquel sórdido mundo
tan oscuro y profundo,
donde el miedo que sientes
se convierte en la muerte
de la voluntad.

Y despertar
sin ver cientos de caras
que no te dicen nada,
aunque sean reflejo
de tus mismos deseos,
de tu ansiedad.

Qué hermoso es correr por el campo
en libertad, sin sentir muros
que te acotan el horizonte,
y se convierten en verdugos
de la ilusión todas las noches.

Y de pronto encontrarme libre,
frente a frente contigo, despierto...
no puedo creer que suceda;
por fin ha llegado el momento:
¡de nuevo la vida comienza!

Y despertar
con el alma en tus brazos,
con el sol en lo alto,
dando vida a otros sueños
que cuando era pequeño
solía inventar.

Y despertar
en tu pecho desnudo,
descubriendo otro mundo,
contemplando en tus ojos
cómo nace el arroyo
de mi libertad.

And wake up

How easy things look
when, despite being children,
something strange makes us men
and it starts us from that place
that actually belongs to us.

We try our life
be a latent battle
where to show our pride,
where only the present exists:
Past and future don't matter!

One day you stumble and fall
and alone, seeing you lost,
you compose all your time;
then you see that you have sunk,
to start with the foundations.

And wake up
of that sordid world
so dark and deep,
where the fear you feel
turns into death
of will.

And wake up
without seeing hundreds of faces
that they don't tell you anything,
although they are reflection
of your own wishes,
of your anxiety.

How beautiful it is to run through the field
in freedom, without feeling walls
that narrow the horizon,
and they become executioners
of illusion every night.

And suddenly find myself free
face to face with you, awake ...
I can't believe it happens;
At last the time has come:
Life begins again!

And wake up
with the soul in your arms,
with the sun up high,
giving life to other dreams
that when I was little
used to invent.

And wake up
on your bare chest,
discovering another world,
contemplating in your eyes
how the stream is born
of my freedom.

Y despertar AC

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Belgian artist passionate about electro sounds and captivating melodies. Funkle Ace was born in Brussels, Belgium. Son of a piano teacher, he started playing the keyboard at an early age. With over 500 tracks to his name, he has collaborated with international artists and his songs have been streamed on various platforms. For a long time, he played with a friend and performed concerts in Belgium, France, and Spain (Burgos, 2 concerts + radio interview on Radio Castilla in 1984). Since then, he has followed his own path and decided to share his unique music style with you. His musical universe navigates between electro, chillwave, and ambient, creating unique and immersive atmospheres. He aims to touch hearts and minds with his music and collaborate with emerging talents to create unforgettable sound experiences. Follow him to discover his latest creations and feel free to leave your comments and impressions.
Artiste belge passionné par les sons électro et les mélodies envoûtantes. Funkle Ace est né à Bruxelles, Belgique. Fils d’une professeure de piano, il s’initie très tôt au clavier. Avec plus de 500 titres à son actif, il a collaboré avec des artistes internationaux et ses morceaux ont été diffusés sur plusieurs plateformes de streaming. Durant longtemps, il joue avec un ami et fait des concerts en Belgique, en France, et en Espagne (Burgos, 2 concerts + interview radio Castilla en 1984). Depuis, il suit sa propre voie et a décidé de vous faire découvrir son style unique de musique. Son univers musical navigue entre l’électro, le chillwave et l’ambient, créant des atmosphères uniques et immersives. Il cherche à toucher les cœurs et les esprits avec sa musique, et à collaborer avec des talents émergents pour créer des expériences sonores inoubliables. Suivez-le pour découvrir ses dernières créations et n’hésitez pas à laisser vos commentaires et impressions.

Elizabeth is the living embodiment of rock ‘n’ roll and Blues attitude—raw, unapologetic, and drenched in authenticity. As the front Woman of Elizabeth & SinCrawler, she commands every stage she steps onto with a voice that growls, aches, and soars, channeling the gritty essence of grunge and hard rock legends.

In any photo, Elizabeth is instantly recognizable: eyeliner like war paint, tousled dark hair falling like a curtain of rebellion, and her signature black wardrobe—boots, leather, lace, and attitude. There’s a fire in her gaze that speaks of both pain and power, of stories sung and scars worn proudly.
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