A song against fascism in America (and around the world)
Check out the music video! It's not a dull political lecture - it's fun, I promise!
https://youtu.be/ljzN-jlpQoY

No Kings for Me

I will not bow
My knees will not bend
There are no kings for me

I will not yield
Send your goon squads back to hell
There are no kings for me

How did the worst of us rise to the top?
Degenerates and hypocrites
The ugliest Americans
They won't depart you if you're white
And love is their kryptonite

Now I am a vagabond in their stupid eyes
But this vagabond is free
Here's how it goes:
A coup by twisted billionaire bros
But there are no kings for me

I'll hide my face
From their dark surveillance state
I'll piss on their graves
You'll see
Their fear hate and lies
And lies and lies and lies
I've built up immunity

How did the worst of us get to decide
That we support murderers and genocide?
Better watch your step because
Here come the masked American thugs

I will not kiss
Your gangster ostentatious ring
There are no kings for me
Your time is up
Your fascist dream is crumbling
The vagabonds sing "we are free"

And why do the worst of us hate us so much?
I never hated them until
They bowed down to the antichrist
They chose their path to hell
I wish that I could wish them well

No I will not bow
My knees will not bend
There are no kings for me
I will not yield
Send your goon squads back to hell
There are no kings for me

No Kings for Me

This song is a classic rock collaboration between Mike Fox and me. I hope you enjoy it. I believe Mike killed the guitar and vocals. We would love to hear your thoughts :)

Lyrics:

V1
I give half my life to the road
Stadiums and concert halls
I’m running on overload
And with every missed call

Pre-chorus
I see your face in the crowd
Hear your voice in my strings
They’re calling me home
It's been way too long, I miss

Chorus
Your kiss on my lips
Every night, my arms holding you tight
And the world just you and me
The way, the way, we were always meant to be

V2
The grind is taking its toll
Overdue for a change of pace
Can’t help thinking of you as
I take my place on the stage

Pre-chorus
I see your face in the crowd
Feel your heart in the drums
They’re calling me home
It's been way too long, I miss

Chorus
Your kiss on my lips
Every night, my arms holding you tight
The world just you and me
The way, the way, we were always meant to be

Bridge
Last show I’ll ever know
One more encore then hit the road
In twenty-four hours, I’ll feel

Chorus
Your kiss on my lips
Every night, my arms holding you tight
The world just you and me
The way, the way, we were always meant to be

Kiss on my Lips: Collaboration with Mike Fox

Storm‑soaked Cowboy Anthem | New Outlaw Country Rock 2025 | Must‑Hear Track

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[Verse 1]
Diesel growls at midnight, kicking gravel ‘cross the line,
Half-a-pack of Marlboros, a dollar short of fine.
I don’t miss the quiet ’til the last bar tune is gone,
And I don’t taste the heartache ’til the highway rolls on.
[Chorus]
You only beg for mercy when the hammer’s coming down,
Only hunt for angels when the devil chills the town.
You only feel the needing when the hurt’s too strong—
Funny how a man starts reaching when there’s something wrong.
[Verse 2]
Poker chips and promises traded at the county fair,
Left a ring in Amarillo, left my conscience lying there.
I don’t hear the bridges falling ’til the timbers start to smoke,
And I don’t crave forgiveness ’til the bottle’s got me choked.
[Chorus]
You only beg for mercy when the hammer’s coming down,
Only hunt for angels when the devil chills the town.
You only feel the needing when the hurt’s too strong—
Funny how a man starts reaching when there’s something wrong.
[Verse 3]
Someday those street-lamp shadows are gonna rope me good and tight,
I’ll follow porch-light halos to a woman’s softer night.
I won’t miss the hard road once her arms are holding near,
But a man don’t smell the powder ’til the gunshot’s in his ear.
[Chorus]
You only beg for mercy when the hammer’s coming down,
Only hunt for angels when the devil chills the town.
You only feel the needing when the hurt’s too strong—
Truth is, we all start reaching when there’s something wrong.

Chasing Shelter in a Storm

Second song from the rock opera Five Thousand Sasquatch. A musical comedy about a genius toy inventor who is searching for Bigfoot and UFO's in Bellingham, Washington.

The Slurp

Cantaloupy

This time... it's all about everything !

Written, performed, mixed & mastered by
André "pixelorb" Brandes © 2025

Image: pixabay.com (CC0 Creative Commons)

Instruments:
- TAL U-NO-LX
- TAL Bassline 101
- Synapse "The Legend"
- Synapse Dune 3
- Full Bucket FB-7999
- FL-Studio Sytrus

This Time

Lyrics:

I was king of the world, walked the land so free
Mountains bowed to me, no danger to see
But I felt the winds change, heard the sky break wide
A fireball’s coming, there’s nowhere to hide

The ground shakes beneath my feet
The air's grown stale, yet bittersweet
And I can see the end, it’s written in flames
Nothing we built will ever remain

I called the comet just a spark
A flicker meant to light the dark
I said that God would let us be
That fire was never meant for me
We crowned the beast and closed one eye
Then dared the world to split the sky
But soon the leopards bare their teeth
And tear the lies from underneath

We carved our thrones from wax and pride
Then struck the sparks we couldn’t hide
Laughed at crows that lined the wires
Mocked the smoke before the fires

The fireball splits the skies
To advertise my lies
are just maggots and flies

Now I see the end 
is written in flames
Nothing we built will ever remain

First came silence, fear and dread
The world shuddered and mourned the dead
Crows took flight with silver cries
To peck the rot and eat the flies

Then came the dawn, with truth ablaze
Children yelled through smoke and haze
Science grew roots, the wise made rain
And broke the world out from my chain

They scrawled my name on walls of shame
Unmasked the lies that fed my name
My echo burned, my shadow banned
No idols left, no thieving hand

I fed the lies until they screamed
I kiss the storm I make-believed
The old wax throne, just melt and bone
Ground to dust by minds full grown

The fireballs coming
I made it so
Truth is not a democratic show
It is a force of nature though
It doesn’t ask
It only shows

Fireball

Song made thinking of my daughter, my son, young people in general, thinking of the collective responsibility of my generation. Now, it's up to you to repair our damages. I did a bit, but sorry, not enough.

La chanson a été écrite en pensant à ma fille, à mon fils, aux jeunes, à la responsabilité collective de ma génération. Maintenant, c’est à vous de réparer nos dégâts. J’ai fait un peu, mais pas assez, désolé.


Oh Poppy go on

WELL IT IS HEAVEN  IN PARADISE
PASTIS AT SEVEN EN TERRASSE
AN ANGEL IS PASSING SUR LE TROTTOIR D’EN FACE
LIFE WAS A BLESSING IN DISGUISE

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

HEY HAVE A MANGO IT’S ON THE HOUSE
DANCE A FANDANGO WITH MICKEY MOUSE
NEVER SAY NEVER DIEU EST DANS LA PLACE
SILENCE ET FERVEUR UN ANGE PASSE

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

IT IS HEAVEN IN PARADISE
PASTIS AT SEVEN ABOVE THE STARS
NEVER SAY NEVER YOU NEVER KNOW
ALWAYS IS OVER YOU HAD TO GO 

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

YOU HAD THE WORST YOU HAD THE BEST
AND NOW YOU GET ETERNAL REST
AT LAST
RELAX RELAX RELAX…

HEAVEN IN PARADISE (Lyrics)

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/guitarra-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/guitarra-dedicada-al-maestro-jesus-flores-ver-texto

GUITARRA

No sé bien cuándo fue
ni cómo ni dónde
nos vimos por primera vez
pero sí que recuerdo, 
siendo niño en el pueblo,
te miraba fijamente
y después de poseerte
mis dedos bajaban y subían
por tus cuerdas que, al tañirlas,
volaban los sonidos
que para mis oídos
eran como música celestial.

Guitarra, fuiste para mí
como un guardián que me resguardó
del miedo que me impedía dormir
en la penumbra de mi habitación.

Guitarra, fuiste para mí
como la hermana que me faltó:
tu compañía me hizo sentir
la sensación de que siempre existió.

Hoy un hombre ya soy
y nada ha cambiado
porque eres mi don y razón:
el azar quiso un día
que entraras en mi vida
para ser, hoy como ayer, mi pasión.

Guitarra, tú eres para mí
como el mejor cuerpo de mujer:
con tu presencia me haces feliz
con tus canciones me das el placer.

Guitarra, tú eres para mi
lo que de niño mi madre fue
lo que hoy en día me anima a vivir
y me prepara para mi vejez.

GUITAR

I don't know exactly when,
or how, or where
we first met,
but I do remember,
as a child in the village,
I gazed at you fixedly,
and after possessing you,
my fingers would go up and down
your strings, which, when I strummed them,
blew forth sounds
that, to my ears,
were like heavenly music.

Guitar, you were to me
like a guardian who protected me
from the fear that kept me from sleeping
in the darkness of my room.

Guitar, you were to me
like the sister I was missing:
your company made me feel
the sensation that you always existed.

Today I am a man,
and nothing has changed,
because you are my gift and reason:
chance willed one day
that you came into my life
to be, today as yesterday, my passion.

Guitar, you are to me
like the best body of a woman:
with your presence you make me happy,
with your songs you give me pleasure.

Guitar, you are to me
what my mother was as a child,
what today encourages me to live
and prepares me for my old age.

Guitarra (dedicada al maestro Jesús Flores Guitarrista)

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

A little bird told me you had left this town
And no one knew where you had gone
So many rumors everywhere
They all talked about you, when you weren't there

But little birds can sometimes be fake
You were there, hiding, had made some mistakes
You couldn't show yourself, had so much fear
The little birds made a rumor, that you had disappeared

Sharp tongues on the little birds
They spoke very loudly, made sure they were heard
"What have you done?"
"Why did you leave?"
While you were hiding, the little birds screamed

Little birds can sometimes be fake
You were there, hiding, had made some mistakes
You couldn't show yourself, had so much fear
The little birds made a rumor, that you had disappeared

Fake little birds.....

Fake little birds....

Fake Little Birds

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Rock n roll has been a fun ride but for now county is calling the soul once again. You can easily navigate genres in the Playlist section.

Strumming their way through heartbreak, hilarity, and highway hijinks, The Artificial Home Wreckers are a country rock band like no other. Born from a chance encounter at a roadside diner with a broken jukebox, these renegades of rhythm specialize in songs that sound like a wild Friday night and feel like a hungover Saturday morning.

Their music is a cocktail of twangy guitars, foot-stomping beats, and lyrics that toe the line between tragic and downright ridiculous. From ballads about exes who "borrowed" their truck (and forgot to return it) to anthems about that one unforgettable karaoke night gone horribly wrong, they’ve got a tune for every lovable misfit out there.

Catch them on tour (if their GPS actually works this time), and remember their motto: “Breaking homes one chorus at a time!”

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