Rock at the Fair (feat. J. sol)

Willy the Fly

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Nadie es perfecto

Eran las cuatro de la mañana                                     
cuando medio en sueños algo oyó
en silencio fue a la ventana
y en la calle a nadie encontró.

Pero en la puerta vio a su hermano
con toda la angustia a flor de piel
le anunció con pena y desgarro
“madre muere y te quiere ver”.

En un momento duda qué hacer
pero enseguida se decide
pues piensa que si hoy existe
es gracias a quien va a fallecer.

Piensa también que son treinta años
desde la última vez que la vio
pues cuando sólo era un muchacho
las herencias ya los separó.	

Cuando se acerca hacia su casa
se detiene y mira hacia atrás
no se cree aún lo que pasa
viendo años de felicidad.

En lo más hondo de sus entrañas
siente rabia y ganas de llorar
y algo en su interior que le arrastra
casi en contra de su voluntad.

Cuando  penetra en la habitación
busca su cara en el lecho
y con la emoción en su pecho
le dice “hola, madre, soy yo”

Cuando la ve coger su mano
esforzándose por sonreír
siente que todo está acabando
pero se alegra al verla feliz.

Al ver su rostro moribundo
que lucha en un mar de sollozos
desprecia esta bárbaro mundo
de envidias, rencores y odios.

“Tranquilo hijo: nadie, nadie es perfecto
y todos nos equivocamos”
es la última voz de sus labios
quedándose mirando al cielo.

Nobody is perfect

It was four in the morning
when half in a dream he heard something
in silence he went to the window
and on the street he found no one.

But at the door he saw his brother
with all his anguish on the surface
he announced to him with pain and heartbreak
"mother dies and wants to see you."

For a moment he doubts what to do
but immediately makes up his mind
because he thinks that if she exists today
it is thanks to the one who is going to die.

He also thinks that it has been thirty years
since the last time he saw her
because when he was only a boy
the inheritances had already separated them.

When he approaches his house
he stops and looks back
he still can't believe what is happening
seeing years of happiness.

Deep inside him
he feels rage and wants to cry
and something inside him that drags him
almost against his will.

When he enters the room
he looks for her face in the bed
and with emotion in his chest
he says to her “hello, mother, it's me”

When he sees her take his hand
trying to smile
he feels that everything is ending
but he is happy to see her happy.

When he sees her dying face
struggling in a sea of ​​sobs
he despises this barbaric world
of envy, resentment and hatred.

“Calm down, son: nobody, nobody is perfect
and we all make mistakes”
is the last voice from his lips
as he stares at the sky.

Nadie es perfecto

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Insights

Guitar and Bass by Robert Grigg
Drums by Yamaha Keyboard

Swank

A plea to change the reality of children in schools, this track begins with a simple childlike melody and lyrics referencing to nursery rhymes. The song builds in intensity in pleading for change, ending with a cry out supported by a chorus

All Fall Down

Milan Kundera (2018)

Rido quando mi dici che
io son profondo come il mare
non capisco bene perchè
tu ti veda così superficiale
poi ti guardo e capisco che
in fondo sia del tutto normale

il tempo che tu passi a vivere
io lo spreco a pensare.

Tu del tutto naturalmente
ti lasci andare ad ogni sensazione
io che altrettanto spontaneamente
blocco sul nascere ogni nuova emozione
e l'analizzo per capire se
riesco a condurla alla mia comprensione

ma questo porta inevitabilmente
a non provare più niente.

Io che ho bisogno di ogni certezza
per tramutare il mio pensiero in azione
tu in assoluta spensieratezza
prendi costantemente ogni decisione
ti senti libero e senza catene
prima di accorgerti che è un'illusione

volti lo sguardo e misuri il vuoto che
separa te e la ragione.

Il vuoto è un peso che non puoi sopportar
tu vuoi qualcosa che lo possa colmare
come quel senso che io mi ostino a cercar
in ogni cosa e che mi fa disperare
ti prego insegnami la leggerezza
guardar la vita come ad una sciocchezza

giusto equilibrio fra ragione e libertà
non una vita a metà.

milan kundera

Joan of Arc

WORTH FIGHTING FOR....'THE MUSISIN'...NYSUS9

Some tracks and features I've had in the vault since as early as 2022. Best wishes and GOD Bless

Step Off

[Intro]
Yeah…
They never saw the hunger in my eyes,
Never felt the nights I prayed under them broken skies.
Started with nothin’ but a pocket full of change,
Now I’m standin’ where they said I’d never range.

Pennies to power, pain to pride,
Everything I built came from deep inside.
Blood in the dirt, tears in the grind,
Every scar on my soul’s now a diamond I find.

[Verse 1]
Had them nights where my stomach talked louder than dreams,
Where hope felt fake and success was a scheme.
Still, I moved like a soldier, no shield but my drive,
‘Cause a man ain’t broke if his will’s still alive.

I remember them blocks, them cold street nights,
Hand-me-down shoes, heart full of fights.
Mama cried when the rent came due,
So I hit them corners just to see her smile through.

Didn’t choose the life, but the life chose me,
Taught me pain’s a teacher, not a tragedy.
Now I count my blessings like coins in a stack,
Every loss I took put a crown on my back.

[Chorus]
Built this empire off pennies, off pain, off pride,
From the ashes of the struggle, I learned to survive.
Ain’t no luck in my blood, just grit in my veins,
Turned every scar into gold through the rain.
Built this empire off pennies, off nights I cried,
Off the love that left, off the dreams that died.
Now I’m king in a world that tried to end me,
Brick by brick, yeah, I built this off pennies.

[Verse 2]
I ain’t forget where I came from, that block still breathes,
Those alleys, those dreams, those silent pleas.
Used to count coins for a meal, now I count faith,
Still humble with the grind, still movin’ at pace.

They said “you’ll never make it,” but I made ‘em eat words,
Now I’m flyin’ so high, only heaven’s my curb.
Every penny was a prayer, every setback a plan,
Now I walk like a god, but still bleed like a man.

Trust hard to find, loyalty rarer than gold,
But I kept my circle tight and my story bold.
See, empire ain’t built by the soft or scared,
It’s made by the ones who never got spared.

[Chorus]
Built this empire off pennies, off pain, off pride,
From the ashes of the struggle, I learned to survive.
Ain’t no luck in my blood, just grit in my veins,
Turned every scar into gold through the rain.
Built this empire off pennies, off nights I cried,
Off the love that left, off the dreams that died.
Now I’m king in a world that tried to end me,
Brick by brick, yeah, I built this off pennies.

[Bridge]
Now when I look back, I see pain turn to light,
All them sleepless nights shaped my fight.
The hunger, the fear, the lessons, the scars,
That’s the real fuel that got me this far.

No handouts, no mercy, no lies,
Just blood, truth, and a will to rise.
Now every step I take, I remember the start,
Pennies in my hand, but gold in my heart.

[Verse 3]
Now I move for the ones who ain’t got no voice,
For the kids in the trenches with no choice.
For the mothers prayin’ that their sons see light,
For the dreamers who grind through endless nights.

My empire’s more than chains and whips,
It’s built from pain, faith, and the love that drips.
You can take my crown, but not my fight,
‘Cause my spirit burns through the coldest nights.

[Final Chorus]
Built this empire off pennies, off pain, off pride,
From the ashes of the struggle, I learned to survive.
Ain’t no luck in my blood, just grit in my veins,
Turned every scar into gold through the rain.
Built this empire off pennies, off nights I cried,
Off the love that left, off the dreams that died.
Now I’m king in a world that tried to end me,
Brick by brick, yeah, I built this off pennies.

[Outro]
Pennies to power, pain to throne,
From nothin’ to somethin’, I built my own.
They said I’d fall, but look at me ascend,
This empire’s my story, no start, no end.

Rock at the Fair (feat. J. sol)

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