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Beauty is Empty

Have you ever wondered if the echo of that first teenage love still resonates somewhere? That ephemeral, powerful connection that, like a summer bloom, promised to be eternal but faded with the breeze. "Fading Bloom" is a shoegaze dive into those hazy memories, where innocence and melancholy intertwine in a sea of reverberating guitars. It's the nostalgia of a pure feeling, fleeting yet unforgettable.

Fading Bloom

Lost in the echo of what used to be, can you still hear the faint melody of a love that's faded away? A journey through the lingering static of absence and the shimmering ghost of yesterday's embrace.

Lost in the Static

Ojo que no veo
Lo que se ve 
Ojo que no veo
Lo que se
Ojo que no veo 
Lo que se escucha
Lo que se hace
Lo que se siente
Lo que nos duele
Lo que sabemos

Ojo que no veo
Cuantas gaviotas habian?
Era eso una playa de verano?
Era un Paseo nocturno?
Un paseo de madruga?
Era mi familia la que Veraneaba?
Pero donde estaba yo?

Ojo que no veo
Solo el papel en que escribo
Las Notas de unas vidas falsas 
De argumentos interminables
De celos y criticos 
De solo los suyos
Y una polla a los demas
De politicos falsos 
Guerreros encapuchados por Sus teclados
Intereses sin interes 
Que hechan su sombras sobre mis ojos ya cerrados 

Ojo que no veo
La luz del anochese
De la madrugadas de Lluvias
De Dias de soles y grises 
De arcoirises que resplendan el amanecer mientras dormimos nuestros ultimos sueños 

Ojo que no veo
Hasta que las gafas empañadas
Me las limpiaron
Con un gesto
Y unas palabras al aire que no deberia escuchar

Pero cuando habra los ojos 
Vere 
Espero

[outro]
Vere espero 
[outro]

Ojo que no veo

Out of love~Kodi Rhianne ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

(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

Tick tock



Tick tock…
Tick tock…
Don’t worry we going to take care of it;…
(Hit the button Donny! Hit the button!”)

Tick tock…
Tick tock…
believe me …
There is no climate change…
It’s just hot;…
It’s just raining;…
It’s just a bit of wind;…
(Hit the button Donny! Hit the button!)

Tick Tock…
Tick Tock… 
Great! Wrong! SAD!
The mouse run up the clock…
Believe me…
We going to make it great again…

(Hit the button Donny! Hit the button!)

Tick Tock…
Tick Tock…
He’s a great guy…
I know he will press the button…
We going to take care of it..
(The clock struck twelve …)

(Hit the button Donny! Hit the button!)

Our incredible men and women…
The mouse run away…
Tick Tock…
Tick Tock

(Hit the button Donny! Hit the button!)

The ash came down…
The mouse run up…
Tick Tock,
Tick Tock,
Our men will make it great again…

(Why did you hit the button Donny? Why?)

Tick Tock,
tick Tock,
The cheese went dry,
The Mouse varnished,
Tick Tock Tock Tock

The clock just stopped
(Why did you hit the button Donny)
Our men will make it great again,
Believe me,
If I had been there we wouldn’t have had a war,
It would never have happened,
(But why Donny? Why did you push the button)

Ticktock

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.

Ojo que no veo

Stephen Ignacio

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