What a wonderful chord progression in the intro. It's so bittersweet and dreamy.

New songs from the second half of 2024, taken from the albums, Shiny Yellow Bastard, Blood Orange, and I Shall Never Play The Dane. 







2024 : Not You, Naan Bread.

Es una canción muy fresca y relajante, con un ritmo funky guiado por un piano excepcional (José María Berdejo)y un saxo en estado de gracia (Maiker Rivero). La canta Ana López Lorente con una sensibilidad envidiable, ensalzando un texto que cuenta lo hermosas, pero también difíciles, que son las relaciones personales.
Para ver el video https://youtu.be/Qd4EkkmHrYY

QUISIERA

Quisiera encontrar el consuelo
amarrándome a tu cintura
quisiera alejar todo duelo
susurrándote con ternura.

Quisiera apagar este fuego (esta hoguera)
sumergiéndome en tu sollozo
quisiera dejar de estar ciego (ciega)
convirtiéndote en mi piloto.

Estribillo

Tu nombre se enreda en mis sueños
mis sueños perturban la noche
la noche me envuelve en desvelos
que tornan mis días en puro derroche.
Pero vuelvo a tu nombre, mi dueño
y, a pesar de mis sueños, ¡te quiero!.

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Quisiera apurar mi desvelo
acunándome en tu regazo
quisiera acabar con el miedo
estrechándote con mis brazos.

Estribillo

I'D LIKE

I would like to find consolation
tying me to your waist
I would like to remove all mourning
whispering to you tenderly

I would like to put out this fire (this bonfire)
immersing myself in your sob
I would like to stop being blind (blind)
becoming my pilot.

Chorus

Your name gets tangled in my dreams
my dreams disturb the night
the night wraps me in sleeplessness
that turn my days into pure waste.
But I return to your name, my owner
And despite my dreams, I love you!

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I would like to speed up my sleeplessness
cradling me in your lap
I would like to end the fear
holding you in my arms.

Chorus

Quisiera

QUISIERA (Feat. Ana López Lorente)

Some loose ends that came together all at the same time. Mostly short tracks, brief and repetitive moments. It's when I began, then, trying to write and be an artist I used to be.

Began then

Airlight

Whilst seeking out light in the dark.
You whispered and put out your spark.
Supposedly seeking out truth.
You wandered in amongst the brutes.

Oh, Ozymandias, you are.
But you didn't fall very far.
The never-ending stretch of sands,
And every bit flows through your hands.

You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Oh, you howled at the sight of the moon.
You wanted to be me.
You wanted to temper the shock.
Took your shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.
 
You sought out the secret too soon.
The dog star arriving in June.
You barely remembered the tune.
you drank up your fill of the moon.

A beautiful, terrible mind.
Beware spake the sign of the sign.
Your arrow is shot falling down.
You'll never escape from this town.

You wanted to be me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Did it all by the light of the moon.
You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I'm not.
Took a shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.


Blood Orange Moon

Forcing down this drink.
I never stop to think.
Guess I forgot. (Guess I forgot)
Can't ever stop these shakes.
Or another pill to take.
A day to blot (To blot)
Oh, what am I to do?
Can't make it without you.
I had my shot. (My shot)
Who was I supposed to be?
It's easier to see.
Who I am not. (I'm not)

I know that I'm a dickhead on the drink.
I know I'm only made of what they think.
I know reality is what they saw.
I think I always hoped for something more.
Says a lot.

I never wanted change.
Another rearrange.
I've said my lot. (My lot)
Sat firmly back in place. 
Gave up on the chase.
I've been forgot. (Forgot)
Oh, what am I to do?
Happy without you.
To have's, have not. (Have not)
Which one then is me?
I lost it in the we.
I am, am (I) not? (Am not)

I know that I'm a dickhead in the drink.
I know I'm only made of what they think.
I know reality is what we found.
I always looked for something in the sound.
Says a lot.

Says A Lot

Sneaky Russian, how do you do?
Bet we're thinking just the same as you.
Should we give ourselves a talking to?
What a world.
Oh, American, how do you plead?
Bet you'd like to see us on our knees.
Are you too wrapped up with greed?
To make it work.

Standing out in the crowd.
Why you all gotta talk so loud?
And what's made you so proud?
Of all your words.
Oh, china-man what do you say?
Could we all be friends one day?
Shall we put the bad things away?
We can all be here to stay.
I guess our time is running out.

Can't you all just get along?
We can't all sing the same song.
When neither one is wrong.
The fighting carries on.
And on, and on, and on.

Half cut with my friends.
We're sorting through.
We'll sort it out.
This world spins round.
Within or without. 

Three sheets to the wind.
We're sorting out.
Just sorting through.
Without a clue.
We lack the clout.
To figure it out.

Sneaky Russian hasn't the means.
The follow up to having a dream.
Contemplating some expensive jeans?
But they are cursed.
You Americans a-wouldn't know.
Why they made the flowers grow.
Not everything's for show.
Some things are work.

Them chinaman digging the ground.
While we're all just fooling around.
Work sixteen hour days.
So the outcome might be swayed.
I guess our time is running out.

Well then Russian what do you say?
Could we make it up to you some way?
The clock keeps ticking on.
The fighting carries on.
And on, and on, and on.

Half cut with my friends.
We're sorting through.
We'll sort it out.
This world spins round.
Within or without 

Three sheets to the wind.
We're sorting out.
Just sorting through.
Without a clue.
We lack the clout.
To figure it out.

The workers plod along.
The fighting carries on.
And on, and on, and on.
Om.

Sneaky Russians

Oh, the thought came to me.
Though it may have been a dream.
Am I floating alone in the void?
Now we all have to pay.
For our days with no consequences.
Are we drifting slowing away?
Away.

Now we're hoping to get away.
Hoping to find a way home.
You were always eclectic.
But your dreams were always on your own.
Now you've nothing to show for it.
Nothing but skin on your bones.
Can you atone?
All alone.

Now, the thought disagreed.
Was it part of some strange dream?
Where I'm floating alone in the void.
Now, we all have to say.
That we're happy with our choices.
But that doesn't make it so.
Not so.

Now we wait for our getaway.
Hoping to make ourselves whole.
We were thinking eccentric.
But our dreams were always our own.
Now we've nothing but empty.
Pockets of misery sown.
It's been shown.
All alone.

Now we're hoping to get away.
Hoping to find your way home.
You were always eclectic.
But your dreams were always on your own.
Now you've nothing to show for it.
Nothing but skin on your bones.
Can you atone?
All alone.

A Dream

God, give me style and give me grace.
Give me something I can grow.
Give me something I can taste.
Now, give me somewhere just to be.
Give me rock and give me roll.
Give me heart and give me soul.

I'm falling.
Deep is the valley which no light can penetrate.
I'm falling.
Deep is the chasm when you sink into the waste.
I'm falling.
Out. Out.

You, give me the freedom to use.
Give me fire for the fuse.
Give me someone as a muse.
Now, tell me what you wanna be?
Give me pockets full of sight.
Give me strength to win the fight.

I'm falling.
Deep is the valley that no light can enter in.
I'm falling.
Deep is the chasm in which I can sink within.
I'm falling.
Out. Out.

I'm falling.
Deep is the valley which no light can penetrate.
I'm falling.
Deep is the chasm when you sink into the waste.
I'm falling.
Out. Out.

I'm Falling

An absolutely wonderful rendition of a traditional christian song for the holidays. Joan Baez featured this song in her performance at the 1959 Newport Folk festival. It springboarded her to fame. 

Virgin Mary Had One Son

The Virgin Mary Had One Son

Vocals, Keyboards, Drum Programming - Will Montgomery
Guitar, Bass, Bkg Vocals - Spencer Broschard
Bkg Vocals - Julie Lavery

Written & Produced by Will Montgomery

Out of Step

New version mixed and mastered by Mariosyjp. Many Thanks.
Check him out here https://soundcloud.com/mariosyjp 

Lyrics

Whilst seeking out light in the dark.
You whispered and put out your spark.
Supposedly seeking out truth.
You wandered in amongst the brutes.

Oh, Ozymandias you are.
But you didn't fall very far.
The never ending stretch of sands,
And every bit flows through your hands.

You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Oh, you howled at the sight of the moon.
You wanted to be me.
You wanted to temper the shock.
Took your shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.
 
You sought out the secret too soon.
The dog star the arriving in June.
You barely remembered the tune.
you drank up your fill of the Moon.

A beutiful, terrible mind.
Beware spake the sign of the sign.
Your arrow is shot fallingdown.
You'll never escape from this town.

You wanted to be me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Did it all by the light of the moon.
You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I'm not.
Took a shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.

Blood Orange Moon [Mariosyjp Remaster]

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS 12 & 6 STRING ACOUSTIC GUITARS, ELECTRIC GUITAR, BASS, DRUMS, STRINGS & SYNTH

ON YOUR FEET AGAIN

Wake up, stand up
The dream isn´t over
It´s time to go
Your flight is on time, your soul is waiting
Just let go, don´t look back!
New players are coming soon
Just get your dream ready

Fly, fly, high, dream!
Oh fly high, yes

Come on! Get back on your feet!
Fight back! It´s just your dream!
Don´t cry! Just sigh!
Who cares if times changes!

The wheels are rolling now
Images come and go
Buckle up your seatbelt
Your dream is taking off
There´s no need to show
What happens then
No need to love, nor to hate
The dice is rolling, and you´re the dice
So, let´s go!

You´ll land in the market of dreams
To give in for a new one
You´ll see the world get round
As a new cycle begins

Come on! Get back on your feet!
Fight back! It´s just your dream!
Don´t cry! Just sigh!
Who cares if times changes!

Come on! Get back on your feet!
Fight back! It´s your dream!






ON YOUR FEET AGAIN (Alfonso Llorente)

A little something I made out of Twitter/X Conversations and a companion for Foul-Mouthed Parrot regarding the present situation in the UK.

Lyrics:

Not much could be any clearer
I'm surrounded by a bunch of retards
Because i'm in a house of mirrors

It's plain to anybody who reads
/bin/true is the Sun Tzu
Of POSIX commands
It does nothing and succeeds

Captain Kirk is suave and debonair
I was there the day he limped the curl in his hair
I'd follow him to hell and back
But i wish he'd just stop going there

Muad'Dib is a Fremen Reepicheep
A man once dug a legal hole too deep
By cloning a massive succulent sheep
He was unjustly levied massive fines
For transporting testicles across state lines

I applied to be the priestess's familiar
At the ketamine pentagram
Having been sumptuously prepared
I sallied forth and declared
I've gone for the gendarmerie madame

She invitingly said, come as you are
But be mindful that nobody likes reverse centaur

The hiring manager with necklace impearled 
Said lets get down to brass tacks
We need the kind of guy 
Who shows up uninvited to the underworld
And then complains to Hades about the lack of snacks

I told her that when I seriously reflect on
How irritating inconsistency can be
I measure out my net positive effect to 
About as useful as someone gold-plating a tree
She said you'll do fine, you'll soon-enough see

Assume spherical cows are rational actors
And a number of other simplifying factors

During these very odd days of potential strife 
I found myself questioning
Is a nut pick generally
A Southern grandma's swiss army knife
A Venn circle diagram of this phrase
Gets us into a weird area
As the coppers rode the tram to the site of the blaze
Perhaps it's all just a cultural hysteria

Middle-tier’s a mirage 
Luxury floats, the bottom scrapes, and the middle gets juiced
It does little good to ape Nigel Farage
More direct methods are needed when hell is loosed

The protesters' tract had on its cover
"Intellectual hipsterism for compulsive contrarians."
And our boys had begun to have read they discovered
Its contents were spastically argumentarian
And tended to passively malign
By preferring von Neumann to Einstein

A sign on the road said
This is the locus of paranoia
There's something uniquely evil about a gas pump that plays ads twenty-four-seven
The fellows who devised that aren't going to heaven
Their contraption felt about as cheerful as the Garroted Man by Goya

Every generation thinks they invented sex 
And utterly futile arbitrary political violence
A nasty looking crowd was rattling the fence
At the edge of the beastly infotainment complex

When all roads are crooked, none are
But these fellows in the middle of the street were taking it too far
Or as they say in England, Allahu Akbar
They were out this fine morning to protest
In support of the man who'd genetically engineered the best
Mutton from Brighton to Brest

I wanted to jump in and attack the throng
But being too early is the same as being wrong

By following the advice of my uniformed cute little bird
I directed to circle the wagons and shoot inward

She screechingly directed the troops 
But they fell short of breaching the barrier
Ask a woman their pronouns
If you don't like their fashion sense
They'll coldly try harder if not merrier

A struggling lunatic raved out clear
If you need some cringe shock therapy, I'm here for you bro
As the lieutenant drew herself up like a pro
Her assailant exclaimed
Where'd her tits go
She fired back Sir, you are in love with a brassiere.

We gradually defeated this truculent horde 
Only to subsequently find
Cassowaries on our left, kangaroos on our right
And the Angel of Death behind

Captain Planet he's our hero
Gonna take the TFR to zero
And after the few have undertaken to bury our bones
They'll finally speak truth about the Georgia Guidestones

My sense of humor, bleak though it be
Saw me through the stress of that misery
Comes meus fuit in illo miserrimo tempore

A Dream

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