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Is this the right way home said the soldier boy?
As he was taking his toil back from the war, saddened no more.

Dancing Our Lives Away (For Armistice Day).

I'm fairly proud of the two main theme of this piece, they have grace and a simplicity that makes it very malleable and expressive. That is, I hope, well displayed through modulation I employed (G-B-D) and frequent switching from major to minor. 
I particularly liked the final bit of the exposition where I reversed the main theme, played it descending instead of ascending, which added a layer of macabre/discord displayed and emphasized through chromaticism and dissonance.
There is still a middle part mising that I may add in the coming days, (although that would transform the form of the piece, so an impromptu might not be the correct title, but we'll see).

Impromptu For Piano, G Major

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Stained Silica Sand

Stained Silica Sand (Instrumental)

Call You Back (produced by baKu)

EL AGAVE

https://youtu.be/QF6gWORmcvw

"Y así va a pasar ora na'má, na'má.
Uhh no le hace sí, yo como, yo soy de allí,
na'más yo me sacarron, me corrieron".

Veta de agua,
sombra negra, serena,
al fundirse, la llama nace y vibra:
el agave.

Grieta de tierra,
flora seca, desierta,
al fluirse el fuego crece y silba:
el agave.

Composición, producción, mezcla y master: Sojue Stradac 
Portada: Mis dibujos + Leonardo AI

SILUETAS

El agave

El Agave

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/pero-abuelo-ver-texto

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/pero-abueloversion-original-ver-texto

Para escuchar la versión HD  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/pero-abuelo-hd

PERO ABUELO…

Yo no sé si, hasta donde te encuentras,
alcanzará el eco de mi canción
me ilusionaría que así fuera
porque desde hace tiempo en mi interior
impulsado por una gran fuerza
algo me obliga a darte una razón 
a por qué renegué de tu enseña
cuando hoy es, sin duda, mi pasión.

Hoy comprendo lo que tú querías
y he de reconocer que te fallé
lo vi en tus ojos sin alegría
cuando tus enseñanzas rechacé.

Estribillo

Pero abuelo… sólo era un niño
que siempre pensaba en jugar
a vaqueros contra los indios
algo muy lógico a mi edad
pues cuando se es un chiquillo
eres ave sin libertad
que espera el mínimo descuido
para abrir alas y escapar.

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Yo sé que te marchaste del mundo
con el pesar de la fatalidad
te hubiera gustado que los tuyos, 
cuando llegara la hora de marchar,
se quedaran con tus atributos
pero el destino no hizo realidad
tu intención y, al final, en ninguno
anidó tu bagaje musical.

Hoy abuelo marcho tras tus pasos
y si quiero triunfar he de luchar
estoy seguro que de tu mano
mi misión no podría fracasar.

Estribillo

BUT GRANDFATHER…

I don't know if, as far as you are,
the echo of my song will reach
I would be delighted if it were so
because for a long time inside me
driven by a great force
something forces me to give you a reason
for why I renounced your teaching
when today it is, without a doubt, my passion.

Today I understand what you wanted
and I must admit that I failed you
I saw it in your joyless eyes
when I rejected your teachings.

Chorus

But grandfather… I was just a child
who always thought about playing
cowboys against the Indians
something very logical at my age
because when you are a child
you are a bird without freedom
that waits for the slightest carelessness
to open its wings and escape.

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I know that you left the world
with the regret of fate
you would have liked that your loved ones,
when the time came to leave,
would stay with your attributes
but destiny did not make your intention come true
and, in the end, in none
of them did your musical baggage nest.

Today, grandfather, I follow in your footsteps
and if I want to succeed I must fight
I am sure that with your hand
my mission could not fail.

Chorus

Pero Abuelo... (Feat. Hugo Iglesias Olmos)

"The Story of Aidan" is a song that captures the deep, mystical connection between life and nature. For me, this piece speaks to the cyclical beauty of existence, much like the ocean itself, constantly in motion, yet always at peace. My voice blends with Emily Johnson’s in a way that feels natural, almost like two currents coming together, each bringing its own strength and depth. Together, we wanted to create an atmosphere that transports you to a space where every note and every sound speaks to the eternal rhythm of life and our profound love for the natural world.

The cello, guitar, and piano form a rich, organic foundation, almost like the earth itself: solid, grounding, and alive. These instruments are blended together with our voices, which complement and enhance one another throughout the song, much like how the ocean meets the shore in perfect harmony. My background as a marine biologist has taught me to appreciate the quiet, unspoken language of nature, and I wanted that same serenity and reflection to shine through in this song.

This song is our way of sharing that quiet, yet powerful harmony between nature and the soul.

[Verse 1]

Beyond the veil of mortal sight, 
There lies a garden bathed in light, 
Where life and death together weave 
A tapestry we can't conceive.

[Verse 2]

In this enchanted, sacred space, 
Departed souls find their embrace. 
They bloom anew as flowers fair, 
Their spirits dancing on the air.

[Verse 3]

Not mere plants with petals bright, 
But souls transformed in nature's rite. 
Each blossom holds a story old, 
In colors vibrant, tales unfold.

[Verse 4]

Once lived a man named Aidan, mild, 
A gardener with a heart so wild. 
He loved the soil, the seeds, the rain, 
In nature's songs he found refrain.

[Verse 5]

He spent his days in earth's embrace, 
Planting seeds with patient grace. 
He whispered to each leaf and stem 
Of starry nights and sunlit hems.

[Verse 6]

To him, each plant a friend sincere, 
Their silent voices he could hear. 
He felt their joy, their silent pleas, 
Their laughter carried on the breeze.

[Verse 7]

But time, the ever-flowing stream, 
Carried Aidan towards a dream. 
His body aged, his spirit soared, 
Until he passed through death's own door.

[Verse 8]

Yet when his final breath was gone, 
His soul felt drawn to earth's sweet song. 
He lingered where his heart belonged, 
Among the blooms he'd loved so long.

[Verse 9]

In that hidden garden grand, 
From his skull there sprang a strand. 
A flower unlike any seen, 
With petals soft and silver sheen.

[Verse 10]

Each petal was a memory, 
A fragment of his history. 
They whispered tales of love and life, 
Of joy and sorrow, peace and strife.

[Verse 11]

Travelers who wandered near 
Could sense a presence warm and clear. 
The flowers sang in hushed tones low 
Of secrets only souls could know.

[Verse 12]

They felt a peace they couldn't name, 
A solace free from fear or shame. 
Their burdens lightened, hearts set free, 
They left with newfound harmony.

[Verse 13]

For in this garden, death is not 
An end, but change within the plot. 
The skulls beneath are not the end, 
But where new life and beauty blend.

[Verse 14]

Aidan lives in every bloom, 
In sunlight's glow and night's soft gloom. 
His essence in the garden stays, 
A symphony of endless days.

[Verse 15]

So life and death together dance 
In this eternal, bright expanse. 
The flowers stand as living proof 
That souls transcend the mortal roof.

[Verse 16]

Let Aidan's story ever be 
A testament for all to see. 
Not just a tale to stir the heart, 
But life itself, of which we're part.

[Verse 17]

And so, the garden grows and thrives, 
A place where every soul arrives. 
To find that death is but a door 
To life renewed forevermore.

The Story Of Aidan (feat. Emily Johnson)

Imprecisión

Spirits of the montains

Halloween is my favorite holiday and this track has a sort of macabre glee to it.

October Dance

PURGATORY (prod. Deville Producer)

A self-taught visionary from the Twin Cities, KB-S has been pushing the boundaries of music for over two decades. Influenced by such avant-garde styles as MF Doom, Aesop Rock, and Blockhead, he infuses his work with a rich blend of genres and pop culture elements. KB-S is dedicated to crafting distinctive and meaningful music that resonates deeply with listeners, offering a unique auditory journey every time they press play.

Stained Silica Sand (Instrumental)

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