Lyrics

[ a slow starting intro with guitar riffs ]
[ verse ]
There was nothing to justify what you had done
You couldn’t say I had been wrong
You punished me for doing right
It was you who changed
And were wrong in your ways
Don’t apologise I won’t be listening
[ chorus ]
There is nothing out there just my reflection
So don’t look for me now
That person I left behind
And is now gone
[ verse ]
I had closed my doors to my own life
Given everything I had
So you could grow and have some pride
So when was it your confidence grew so much
That no longer did you see me for who I am
[ pre-chorus ]
There is nothing to justify what you had done
Don’t worry my life has now begun
[ chorus ]
There is nothing out there just my reflection
So don’t look for me now
That person I left behind
And is now gone
[ verse ]
Just please don’t forget
That I did nothing wrong but give
Allow you to find your way
Whilst holding myself back
There is nothing to justify what you did
But that person is now gone
You never saw me for who I am
[ outro ]
But that person is now gone
Don’t apologise there is no one to listen to you

I did nothing wrong but I’m gone

Deja La vivir

Lyrics 

[verse]
Todo parecia muy facil for everyone.
But what did they know?
Como la Cabras enfundia,
Se le iban los plomillo y no vea
Not even the mighty saints could stop her.

Si habia escoba;
Run or te la come por sopa.

Y si no le daba por eso,
Los screams would awaken
Hasta los muerto.

Ni las campanas Would silence them.

(Chorus)
Never understood the screams directed at me, cuando no habia hecho nada.
Que estaba loca?
Por claro que te lo decia
Did you expect me to understand
Pero I was wrong all the time.

[verse]
Porque de la nada
I had to run
Ever wondered why I closed my door
Por claro que I did not want to talk
Si decia algo me lo comia
Like the bullseye on the darts board
Porque?
Nobody explained
But I was wrong
Que quiere que te diga.


(Chorus)
Never understood the screams directed at me, cuando no habia hecho nada.
Que estaba loca?
Por claro que te lo decia
Did you expect me to understand
Pero I was wrong all the time.

[verse]
Que estaba loca?
Y claro al chico ni que lo toque
Po no vea
Ni el blanco blanco
Todo greys and
Mis oidos red
Como la cabras
Total silence when you were asleep
Or dando conia por decir

Y todo my fault por habla
No diga nada niño que te voy a dar

(Chorus)
Never understood the screams directed at me, cuando no habia hecho nada.
Que estaba loca?
Por claro que te lo decia
Did you expect me to understand
Pero I was wrong all the time.

[verse]
Y me queria de cura?
Que esta chifla ?
Wasn’t that the bible you were carrying?
Gracia a dios no me la sumbaste
Pero Que estaba loca
Porque no vea lo grito que me daba

And ofcourse ni pito ni flauta
Nothing wrong here
To church we go on Sunday
And the priest on Monday
So he could have his rosto caliente
And preach to the converted

(Chorus)
Never understood the screams directed at me, cuando no habia hecho nada.
Que estaba loca?
Por claro que te lo decia
Did you expect me to understand
Pero I was wrong all the time.

[verse]
All I said was que tenia mas rollo
Ese cura idiota
So good was that man across the street
Si tu querido dios
Que he allowed you to chase me
To scream at me
And leave us

(Chorus)
Never understood the screams directed at me, cuando no habia hecho nada.
Que estaba loca?
Por claro que te lo decia
Did you expect me to understand
Pero I was wrong all the time.


[verse]
Never understood your screams at me
it wasn’t really you
Was it?
You were just ill
Pero yo que sabia
Nadie decia
We had to understand
Pero nadie explained
I just never knew why you screamed at me when I had done nothing wrong
Now you are gone
And I wonder
What if I had been wrong
I was wasn’t I?

Si I was wrong nunca were you loca

[Verso 1]
Vamos cerrar los ojos…
Porque sabes que vivimos de los falsos…
Biblias medio escritas,
filosofías de mentiras…

Y todo porque el viejo se equivocó,
tú que no sabías que tenía error…
Claro que se aumenta el clamor…

[Estribillo]
No me seas tan necio,
que la pluma se le ahogaba…
Con esa tinta negra,
que más que verla…
era mal hecha.

[Verso 2]
Para disfrazar los errores,
porque —¿que no lo sabías?—
el viejo solo escribía
lo que le decían…

[Puente]
Y todo era mentira…
mentira, mentira…
¡Mentira…!

Mentiras Del viejo

[Verso 1]
La vida nos dio…
Life como un dios…
Nos dio —and now dejó—
Como un sueño nos motiva,
y now frustra…

[Estribillo]
Life como un dios,
came and provided a meaning…
Pero así de pronto,
se dio la espalda,
and buggered off without us.

[Verso 2]
Porque it decided to leave us no meaning,
confusion —eso sí que nos dio—
and much of it encima…
It littered the minds,
and crazed las ideas.

[Puente]
Por eso…
Life como un dios,
por las mañanas,
terrifies us,
or celebrates us…

Pero todo depende quién eres…
For life sí tiene bias.
Pa algunos le da,
for others le quita.

[Estribillo 2]
Pero todo que sabemos
es que con un respiro —existe—
y sin él… se nos va.

For life como dios…
nos da,
y como dios… nos quita.

[Coda]
Y no hay quien le diga:
“Darte la espalda y vete…”
Porque lo mismo te da,
como te quita.

Por eso, como dios,
just carry on living…
Porque lo mismo te da
si te da… or te quita.

El siguiente respiro
es solo el que quieres.

Nos da y nos quita

[Verso 1]
Que quieres que te cuente…
Me dijo que le gustaba…
Pero como no quería…
Le dije que no…

[Estribillo]
Por decirle que sí, niño…

[Verso 2]
Da lo mismo…
Quién le dijo que…
Quién quería más…
Sino los dos…
Aunque la hice llorar…

[Estribillo]
Por decirle que sí, niño…

[Puente]
Si los celos que tenía…
cuando me hablaba del otro…
me enfundía…
Pero claro que le dije que no,
porque no quería…

[Estribillo]
Por decirle que sí, niño…

[Coda]
Antes que se vaya…
que con esta te casas…
y ya te separará…

Por decirle que sí…
niño…

Po dirle que si

[Verso 1]
Y yo qué sabía…
Es que ni me hablaste…
Te diste la vuelta…
y te fuiste…
Ni palabra…
de dónde iba…

Aquí como un tonto… esperé…
Y tú sin venir…
Ni llama… ni ná…

[Estribillo]
Y yo qué sabía…
Te fuiste…

[Verso 2]
El otro día te vi…
Pero pasaste de largo…
Como un extraño…
que nunca conociste…
Hablando con tus amiguitas…
Me diste un refregón…
que hasta los huesos tembló…

[Estribillo]
Es que ni me hablaste…
Como un desconocido…
Pasaste de largo…
Con tu novio al brazo…

Y yo qué sabía…

[Puente]
Cuando me lo dijiste…
como un tonto…
al cual no te molestó…
Debería sido la birra…
que te tomaste…
Porque ni palabra te salió…
De esos labios rojos…
Con tu traje negro…
y tacones de alto lujo…

[Estribillo]
Y yo qué sabía…

[Coda]
Pero como lo falsa que eres…
Ya cuando te veo…
Eres una pobre sin vergüenza…
Cazando las noches…
Mientras mientes al bolsillo…
de esas compras…

Pobrecito el que está en tu brazo…
Seguro que ni palabra le dijiste…


Y yo qué sabía…
Es que ni me hablaste…
Te diste la vuelta…
y te fuiste…
Ni palabra…
de dónde iba…

Ni palabra

[Verse 1]
And I, what did I know…
You didn’t even speak to me…
You turned your back…
and you left…
Not a word…
of where you were going…

Here like a fool, I waited…
And you never came…
No call… nothing at all…

[Chorus]
And I, what did I know…
You were gone…

[Verse 2]
The other day, I saw you…
But you walked right past…
Like a stranger…
I had never known…
Talking with your little friends…
You gave me such a shove…
That even my bones… trembled…

[Chorus]
You didn’t even speak to me…
Like a stranger…
You walked right past…
With your boyfriend on your arm…

And I, what did I know…

[Bridge]
When you told me…
like a fool…
who didn’t bother you…
It must have been the beer…
that you had drunk…
Because not a word came out…
From those red lips…
In your black dress…
And your high luxury heels…

[Chorus]
And I, what did I know…

[Coda]
But being as false as you are…
Now when I see you…
You’re just a shameless poor thing…
Hunting through the nights…
While lying to the wallet…
of those purchases…

Poor guy, the one on your arm…
I’m sure you never said a word… to him…

Not a word

A beautiful tale of two young children meeting for a moment in the woods before they have to depart to their homes.

Two young minds meet

(Intro suave, guitarra y palmas lentas)
Yo no nací andaluz…
(pausa)
No me mires así…
Que no hay nada más…
que decir.

(pausa larga)
Yo no entiendo tampoco por qué,
Pregúntale a tu viejo, pero
Yo no nací andaluz…
(pausa)
Pero no tengo nada contra ti…
No me hables así…
Que tu tío es el mío…
Y entiendo lo que dices,
Aunque no siempre me gusta hablar como tú,
Y me enseñaron diferente,
Porque yo no nací allí,
Nací aquí.

(pausa corta)
Y por eso yo no nací andaluz.

(pausa con rasgueo)
¿Qué quieres que te diga?
(pausa)
Me llamas lo que quieras…
(pausa corta)
Pero yo no nací andaluz.

(pausa instrumental, acorde lento)
De ese peñoncito soy…
(pausa)
Me llamas llano…
Me llamas lo que quieras,
Hasta pirata si te parece…
(pausa corta)
Pero de eso tenemos poco.
Y contra más me insultas,
Más me dices.

(pausa larga, voz más intensa)
Yo no nací andaluz…
(pausa)
Pero tampoco me sofoco.

(pausa, tono más grave)
Si la vieja vino del sur…
Por razones tuvo…
(pausa)
No me hables así…
Que yo no nací andaluz…
(pausa corta)
Y no sé por qué eso fue.

(pausa dramática, guitarra marcada)
Pudiste haber sido…
Porque a la vieja…
Le mataste su hermano…
(pausa corta)
Y luego le diste la espalda…
Y le cerraste la verja.

(pausa larga, voz suave)
Yo no nací andaluz…
Pero sí te comprendo.
No seremos hermanos…
(pausa corta)
Pero cuando quieras extender la mano…
Que seguro…
(pausa breve)
Que te la doy.

(pausa, crescendo musical)
Pero para un momento,
Y para de insultos,
Que porque yo no soy como tú
No quiere decir que te voy a dejar,
Ni tienes derecho a hablarme así.
Yo no nací andaluz…
Tú sabrás por qué no te lo crees.
Cuando toda la vida me llamas…
Un llani…
(pausa corta)
Y te lo crees.

(pausa larga, guitarra sola)
Porque yo no nací andaluz…
Soy yanito…
Y mi vieja también.
(pausa corta)
Todo ese tiempo que me cerraste las puertas,
La culpa se la echaste a otro,
Pero cuando se fue seguiste diciendo lo mismo,
Y tú más que lo sabías.
Porque yo no nací andaluz…
Aunque ella nació allí.
Yo no nací andaluz…
Llámame lo que quieras…
Tú lo sabes muy bien quién soy,
Y yo te echo la mano cuando tú quieras.
Pero…

(final con eco)
Soy yanito…
Y nací en mi Peñón.

Yo no naci andaluz pero si te hecho la mano

[Intro - sparse ambient sounds]
Shut up the dog is coming…
Don’t want him to bite me…

(You know he’ll find me.)

[Verse 1]
Shut up the Dog is coming…
Where is the cat…

(Don’t whisper he is mad…)

Where is the mouse.
Ofcourse hiding…
Right behind the cat.

(Get a nibble) 

get a bite…
Shut up the dog’s coming…

[Bridge - whispers layered over distant drums]
(The cat knows.)

Why you think I’m hiding…

(Sitting behind the sofa…)

Ofcourse the mice ate the cheese…
The dog is growling…

(Can’t you see the cat…)

No the mouse is hiding…

[Verse 2]
(Just behind the sofa…)

Shut up the dog is coming…
Don’t want him to bite me.

(Raw meat not a burger…)

The mice had the fries.

(The cat is better,)

Shut up the dog is coming …
Yes I can hear him prowling.

(I’m still hiding …)

Behind the sofa.
Made of leather …

[Outro - crescendo — repeat main hook]
Shut up the dog is coming…
Shut up the dog is coming…
[Whispered echoes fading…]

The dog is coming

Don’t be fooled I’m no musician or singer, far from it I cannot sing since age of 12 since my voice broke and I had to leave the school choir. But I am a creative, and artist, better known for my drawings and illustrations than any other part of my art. 

However, my art is about communicating ideas, ideologies, thoughts, emotions and from drawing to installations, to sound I will delve through it and produce as I go. 

Word and sound have been two constants but never found a delivery vehicle through which I could reach a wider audience, particularly with my word art. I’m not into putting myself out and at the forefront, I am more the one at the back of the crowd. 

So delivery was always an issue. And then I found AI, not to create my art but to deliver. 
Original word art transformed into song tracks by having a voice and finding the right genres, styles, fusions of different styles and language.

Every piece is my original word art, for you that would translate to Lyrics, but it has a wider context for me. And AI assisted in creating the track.

So this is just one of my projects.

Importantly to me is bringing my word art into the public arena for once is a completion of successfully navigating past one of the biggest obstacles in my life. In school whilst I was not in the lower classes, yes tier systems suck, I was considered as someone who would fail English. If told enough times you will, so I did. It took a teacher I will never forget to pick me up and show me that others were wrong and he showed me I could do it. But the scars were always to stay. So language has always been my inferiority complex. Ironically my art took me to become a reporter although  always very much never believing my worth, and also hiding my written word art from the public, even the family. Things changed when at my later years I’m realising I have nothing to be ashamed of as I have achieved a lot and it’s time to take a plunge and let the words flow out into the public arena.

I have a voice, it speaks all day and like all my work I have stories to tell or wish to tell. Thoughts I wish to discuss, ideas I wish to have others debate, emotions I wish to describe, protests I wish to scream out, sounds I wish others to hear, whispers I want to send into the breeze, joy and play I wish to share.

As a follower of cybernetics art I believe I am just the delivery vehicle, original source, the prospect that others could use the sound and take it further is something which has not gone past me, hence this now becomes a collaborative work.

Sharing to make the art develop, grow, mature and spread wider than its original intent of putting words together to express something.

Maybe there are human singers out there who will use my words, or visualisers who will push the visuals further. All I ask is for the authorship of the original words and their composition to be respected and rewarded as deserved, respecting their origins. 

But take it on and take it forward if you wish and let me know where and how it’s gone so the connection and link is maintained.

On the simpler level I hope the words find an audience and provide something for someone, even if it’s just one person.

As I say I am not a singer or a musician just a creative doing his art. A whole lot of respect to those who have their own voices and talents in music, my words are mine and I use AI trying to find you with that talent to take my words on. Not out of disrespect. But Ai gives me a chance to reach out where I have not had a chance, and hopefully connect with others by offering my word art. 

You will find I’m one who stands behind the crowds, and I intend to stay there as that’s were I feel safe.

I did nothing wrong but I’m gone

Stephen Ignacio

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