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)

Can't Give Up

https://open.spotify.com/track/10DcXhF6LN0jE3yLslyU4W?si=f6fac0f3cfa84a5c

first i start jazzy, then funky then reggae jazz and then a house interlude and back to funky reggae jazz :)

Forget Me Not

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Forget Me Not (instrumental)

Call to Blame

First recorded in January 2022. 
From the album Spuk3.

It's a song about youth and having to grow up too fast, hopelessness. It's not really about one specific person, there's bits that are definitely about this person or that, and bits that are definitely about me.

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

Lyrics

Ah, little Jenny Tucker.
Reputation as a looker.
Walking up and down on her beat.
Bin by the sands.
More than holding hands.
With her high-heeled shoes on her feet.
Says it's alright.... It's alright... it's alright...

Oh, I feel like I should go.
But I guess you'd never know.
So I always stay.
Now there's no walking away.
But it's alright... It's alright... it's alright...

A real easy lady.
To anything she says maybe.
Her doors open usually.
But she caught me at a bad 
Time in my life.
One another had me down on my knees.
But it's alright... it's alright..  it's alright...

Am I Wasting my time on you?
I only wanted a screw.
Now I've gotta pay.
If I walk away.
But it's alright... it's alright... it's alright...

Trapped with you by circumstance, 
I never stood a fucking chance,
You made all decisions you see, 
before the thought occurred to me. 
It's alright... it's alright... it's alright...

My drinking days were hindering.
I didn't know where to begin.
To get away from you, my sweet.
To cast aside that thing called...
It's alright... it's alright... it's alright...

Jenny was wandering alone around the town.
Trusting to providence to not let her down.
Hoping to snatch.
A happening from the night air.
Forgetting all her worries and her manifold fears.

See, Jenny has numerous problems in life.
Learned not to care about it.
To take the strife.
Wittle away at everything that she owned.
She never thought to let out.
A cry or a moan.

Ah, Jenny was kicked out of care at sixteen.
Sat on a wall, to eat her pudding.
The opposite things.
Were all that she'd ever known.
A mattress in a bedsit.
The only thing that she owned.

So, Jenny was viewing the storm from above.
She expected nothing.
Not least to go up.
Going to war, with expected fancies.
She could charm the snakes.
Out from under a tree.

A pretty face like yours could get you away.
If you had a head on your shoulders to  say...
"I don't want this! I don't want anything more!"
But it's easier to buy your gifts from a store.

Jenny's not strong enough to stand it for long.
All of the choices she made had been  wrong.
A man for tomorrow.
Another one for yesterday.
The things in your way.
A bomb to blow them away.

While the night ain't over.
While the night is moving.

It's alright. 

Jenny says, you're out of her life.
She's never gonna be your wife.

Jenny says, you've gone too far.
She's driving off in your fast car.

Jenny says fuck you shes done.
You'll never find where she has gone.

It's alright.

Jenny is stepping right up to the plate.
Jenny is standing at the starting gate.
Jenny is leaving us.
Jenny is off into space.
A selfless sacrifice.
Which at least she can face.

Jenny's a mystery.
Jenny's a bore.
Jenny was crying out for a bit more.
Jenny took everything.
Whilst the cat was away.
Jenny says there was nothing left for you to pay.

Jenny has LSD in a small bag.
Jenny has fingers to take off the tabs.
I don't want this life. 
I don't want anything more.
Rid of the things in her way.
With the tools to make them all pay 

Jenny's a superstar.
Jenny's a tramp.
Jenny has no one in this world to thank.
Jennys got soldiers lined up next to her egg.
Ah, making you beg.
A scar at the top of her leg.


The Ballad Of Jenny Tucker [2024 Remaster]

mexico wall (feat.d.trump)

"Nightlight" is a tender and heartfelt composition that captures the essence of serenity and emotion. Featuring delicate piano melodies intertwined with lush string arrangements, the piece takes listeners on an introspective journey. Its soothing tones and gentle harmonies create a warm, intimate atmosphere, evoking moments of quiet reflection and profound sentiment. Perfect for unwinding or finding solace, "Nightlight" is a melodic embrace for the soul.



nightlight.mp3

Águas tranquilas

Prod. Aprils Ghost x yuusef

Lyrics:

how many lies until it's real?
i can't live with myself
i'm learning how to find my conscience and love again
this feeling now is starting to fade
can you understand?
how do I love again?

how to love again
how do i love again?

i can feel your slipping away
youre getting farther away from me
now my days turning gray
oh can we even be saved
i feel you slipping away

i wanna beg you to stay
but that just comes from a place
of problems i don't wanna face
theirs so many lies i can't erase
and theirs so many people i can't replace
i cant forget about you

how to love again
how do i love again?
how to love again
how do i love again?

how to love again w/ bre

Potential Freestyle

Lyrics Video: https://youtu.be/HNdnTTtcBeA

ooh-oooh-oooh oooh
ooh-oooh-oooh oooh

you will break out
of the house where the people and toys
and even the walls know your name

you will stake out
a new claim on an old and abandoned mine
all collapsed and decayed

then you’ll wait for your plot to start twisting
plant seeds in the rot
trust your system

but a movie is not how we roll
we just hang from the cliff,
never get back control

this world is so much smaller
than the movies would have you believe
and love—so much more of a mess
than the movies would have you believe

your talents—
they're worth so much less
than the movies would have you believe

you’ll need to grow much taller
than the movies would have you believe

there’s no payoff—
what you think you deserve will be gone in a blink
with the surf in an ocean of rain

you can’t stay off—
there’s no armor or charm or a prayer
or a spell that can spare you the pain

no plot when the years start twisting 
and seeds grown in the rot
look to you for some wisdom

when you take on the voice of the pilot
will you color their skies in blue or in violet?

this world is so much smaller
than you think
so much more fragile
and a lot more insane

ooh-oooh-oooh oooh
ooh-oooh-oooh oooh

this world
has more superpower
than the movies would have you believe

and love—
so much more of a test
than the movies would have you believe

dreams—
worth so much less
than the movies would have you believe

you’ll taste a lot more that is sour 
and even more that is sweeter
than any old movie would have you believe

Call to Blame

1983