Prelude in Em  (Chopin)  remixed and remastered

I'm iron pot, she's sleek steel pan
Both forged in fire to feed a man
She hisses bright with golden gleam
I cradle broth that warms the dream

He flings his words like shattered glass
She hurls her doubt with every pass
He brands her quiet with bitter slights
She scorches him with ancient spite

We bear the scorch to forge the feast
We light the blaze though nights are ceased

Pots and kettles, we're all charred,
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Two armies clash in ashen fields
Their banners bleed where fury yields
One cries for glory, one for right
Yet both march black beneath the same smite

We forge our steel in bellows' heat
Confront the ashes at our feet
In battered pot and tarnished pan
We lose the key to what we've planned

Pots and kettles, we're all charred
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Ash on me!
Ash on you!
We're all black
That much is true!

Pots and Kettles

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/por-un-beso-tuyo-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/por-un-beso-tuyo-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva   https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/por-un-beso-tuyo

POR UN BESO TUYO

Me siento como una fiera
al verte huyendo de mí
no me permites siquiera
sentarme cerca de ti.

Me tachas de pegajoso
porque te quiero besar
y que es el mío un acoso
que no puedes soportar.

Simplemente te diré
que el amor es otra cosa
que el fantasma del ayer
pesa en ti como una losa.

Estribillo

Por un beso tuyo
por tenerte cerca
por abrir la puerta
de tu corazón
detendría el mundo
mataría el miedo
besaría el cielo
por su comprensión.

Por un beso tuyo,
ese que aún no has dado
porque lo has guardado
muy dentro de ti,
abriría un surco
en mi pensamiento,
sembraría aliento
para proseguir.

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Me acusas de teatrero
de  despreciar la moral
de anidar en mi cerebro
el gran pecado mortal

Simplemente te diré
que no soy un perturbado:
mi único pecado es...
es quererte demasiado.

Estribillo

FOR A KISS FROM YOU

I feel like a beast
seeing you running away from me
you won't even let me
sit near you.

You call me clingy
because I want to kiss you
and that mine is a harassment
you can't bear.

I'll simply tell you
that love is something else
but the ghost of yesterday
weighs on you like a stone.

Chorus

For a kiss from you
to have you near
to open the door
to your heart
I would stop the world
I would kill fear
I would kiss the sky
for its understanding.

For a kiss from you,
the one you haven't given yet
because you've kept it
deep inside you,
it would open a furrow
in my thoughts,
it would sow encouragement
to continue.

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You accuse me of being theatrical
of scorning morality
of harboring in my brain
the great mortal sin

I'll simply tell you
that I'm not a lunatic:
my only sin is...
is loving you too much.

Chorus

Por un beso tuyo

This is my take on one of my all-time favorite songs by Sarah McLachlan. 

Hold On (Sarah McLachlan cover)

"Sweet Dreams" (Lennox-Stewart) [08.25.25]
J Dulva and Counting Coup
(c ) 2025  Cenote Music

Poolside Residency 2023

Sweet Dreams [08.25.25]

Sometimes life really feels like a sitcom on wheels 🚗💥.
“Just Another Day” is born from a couple of small real accidents that happened to two of us (don’t ask who 😅). Between alarms, burnt breakfasts, empty gas tanks, exploding tires and near-superhero sprints, we tried to turn the chaos into a darkly playful pop rock anthem. Because at the end of the day… it’s just another day!🤪

At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on September 5, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

It is Sunday morning
the alarm is ringing
I don’t want to wake up
I just need more sleeping

It’s already 9 o’clock
I can’t wait to see you
I get up and grab some bread
it almost makes me dead

But I’ve no time
I take my car
driving straight to you
now something’s wrong
I need to stop
I’m out of fuel

Dozens of cars ahead
under this burning sun
it’s just another day
a day of madness, craziness
but nothing in this world
will stop me going on
I’m back into the traffic
feeling lost, confused and stuck
I’m going slightly crazy
I just need a mental pit stop

Now I’m driving faster
I’ve almost reached you
there are only 9 more blocks
keeping me away from you
When the blocks are only 4
suddenly a tire blows
and I crash into the wall
I’m OK but the car is not

I need to run
it’s getting late
and no, I can’t wait
to hug you once again
I want to hold
you in my arms
and kiss you once again
after all
it’s just another day

I feel like the Flash
my shoes are burning
I’m sweating like a runner
I just need some resting
But now I’m almost there
breathless and almost dead
when someone makes me stumble
this is just another day

Dozens of cars ahead
under this burning sun
it’s just another day
a day of madness, craziness
but nothing in this world
will stop me going on
I’m back into the traffic
feeling lost, confused and stuck
I’m going slightly crazy
I just need a mental pit stop

This is just another day
yeah, just another day

Just Another Day

Started this track with a vox sample I chopped. To which I built the rest of the track around. I hope you enjoy as much as I made making it... 🤩💯👊🏾🫵🏾

Take it all away

This is our track for the September moon, the Corn Moon. The lyrics and spoken words are by me and the music and the cover art is by @APi_ZZ.

Corn Moon

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OTRA VEZ A OLVIDAR

Me encuentro de nuevo solo
sin nadie a mi alrededor
de nuevo soy aquel otro 
el amigo del dolor;
casi no me reconozco
pues de ser dueño y señor
de tu cuerpo, de tus ojos...
he pasado a ser tu error.

La historia se ha repetido
ya por enésima vez
me encuentro otra vez sumido
en preguntas y en porqués
que atormentan mis sentidos
y me quieren convencer
de que el verdugo es el cariño
disfrazado de mujer.

Estribillo

Otra vez a olvidar
otra vez a llorar
otra vez a intentar
apagar ese fuego
que encendiste en mi cuerpo
pues hoy ya eres recuerdo.

Otra vez a olvidar
otra vez a llorar
otra vez a escapar
del volcán de tu imagen
que enfurece mis mares
y zozobra mis naves.

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Confío en que la experiencia
me enseñe a diferenciar
lo que son puras quimeras
de lo que es la realidad;
he de encontrar la manera
que me ayude a capear
contra corriente y marea
este nuevo temporal.

La historia se ha repetido
ya por enésima vez
me encuentro otra vez sumido
en preguntas y en porqués
que atormentan mis sentidos
y me quieren convencer
de que el verdugo es el cariño
disfrazado de mujer.

Estribillo

FORGETTING AGAIN

I find myself alone again
with no one around me
once again I am that other
friend of pain;
I hardly recognize myself
because from being the master
of your body, of your eyes...
I have become your mistake.

History has repeated itself
for the umpteenth time
I find myself once again immersed
in questions and whys
that torment my senses
and want to convince me
that the executioner is love
disguised as a woman.

Chorus

Forgetting again
Crying again
Trying again
To put out that fire
You lit in my body
because today you are already a memory.

Forgetting again
Crying again
Escape again
From the volcano of your image
That enrages my seas
And capsizes my ships.

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I trust that experience will teach me to differentiate between pure illusions and reality; I must find a way to help me weather this new storm against the current and the tide.

History has repeated itself for the umpteenth time. I find myself once again immersed in questions and whys that torment my senses and want to convince me that the executioner is love disguised as a woman.

Chorus

Otra vez a olvidar

Wild Flower

On one of my numerous hitchhiking trips I met "Poinariu" (name changed...), a then 40-year-old Romanian who fled from Bucharest via Paris (the place where I met them) to Berlin before her violent husband with her young German lover. We hitchhiked back to Berlin together and there I supported "Poinariu" in her attempt to free herself from her repressive husband. At our meetings I saw how she blossomed and began to live her own freedom. And yet, as it went on, I had to watch as she was gradually being haunted and captured again by the "Spouse Demons" from within. One day she didn't come to an appointment and left me only a text message that she would return to her husband. I never saw her again. 

At the end of the song "Poinariu" (...or Freedom and Violence), I shout out her name several times sadly; my pain that she has reversed again just before the goal. At the same time, however, the acoustic lead guitar that finally sets in announces my never-ending hope that women can free themselves from male violence and that in the meantime I have also been able to accompany some who have made it permanently!    


English translation of the lyrics:

Poinariu, a Song about Freedom and Violence

Ooh Poinariu
come on close the door!

Your husband's about to come in
gives you pain
is screaming
can never forgive you

You only wanted to free yourself
escape from the Marriage Prison
from Budapest fled to Berlin
to your young lover

Breathe for yourself once
walk on pearls  
turn about your own axis loudly

Shaken off the spouse's dictate
Ready to jump

Ooh Poinariu
you are still wearing red shoes

The last night of love
has brought the morning star straight to your bed

Kissed by the young lover
not for a second did you miss your husband

The streets appeared so far
almost got rid of the compulsory chain dress

Forgot only the shackle on your foot that tied you invisibly to him

Had the door just ajar
Didn't really banish the demons
at night he hit his poison dentures
deep inside yourself

You had come so close to the castle courtyard
In front of the entrance
but you never arrived

Poinariu, Poinariu
Poinariu, Poinariu


Deutscher Originaltext:

Poinariu, ein Song über Freiheit und Gewalt

Ooh Poinariu
komm` mach` die Türe zu

Gleich kommt Dein Mann herein
verschafft Dir Pein
ist am schrein`
kann Dir niemals mehr verzeihn`

Du wolltest Dich doch nur befrein`
dem Ehegefängnis enteiln`
aus Budapest flohst nach Berlin
zu Deinem Young-Lover hin

Einmal selbst atmen
auf Perlen gehen
sich um die eigene Achse laut drehen

Abgeschüttelt das Gatten-Diktat
Zum Sprung bereit

Ooh Poinariu
noch trägst Du rote Schuh`

Die letzte Liebesnacht
hat Dir den Morgenstern direkt ans Bett gebracht

Vom jungen Liebhaber geküßt
keine Sekunde den Gatten vermißt

Die Strassen erschienen so weit
sich fast entledigt des Zwangs-Kettenkleids`

Vergaßt nur die Fessel am Fuß, die Dich unsichtbar band an ihn

Hattest die Türe nur angelehnt
die Dämonen nicht wirklich verbannt
des Nachts schlug er sein Gift-Gebiß
tief in Dich hinein

Warst so nah` am
Schloßhof dran

Vor`m Eingang stehend
doch kamst nie an

Poinariu, Poinariu
Poinariu, Poinariu

Poinariu, A Song About Freedom And Violence (Intro: English Translation)

Deutscher Singer-Songwriter über fünfzig Jahre alt. Seit fast vierzig Jahren schreibe und singe ich Lieder. Mein Hauptinstrument ist die akustische Gitarre, aber ich mag auch Perkussionsinstrumente (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). Ich liebe es, melancholische und poetische Balladen zu komponieren. Aber manchmal schreibe ich auch (schwarze) humorvolle Songs, Jazzstyle und -Rocksongs. Meine Hauptsprache ist Deutsch. Aber in Zukunft will ich mehr Songs auf Englisch und vereinzelt auch Französisch schreiben.
In meinen Kompositionen bin ich inspiriert von Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison und Bob Dylan. Auf meinen Platten spiele und singe ich alles alleine. Meine Vision für die Zukunft ist es, Musiker aus verschiedenen Kulturen zu finden, die gerne ihre Tracks mit mir teilen wollen.
Mein persönliches Mantra ist ein Satz, der von Paul Mccartney auf dem Beatles-Album "Abbey Road auf dem Track "In the end" vor fast Fünfzig Jahren geschrieben wurde:

Die Liebe, die Du bekommst ist gleich der Liebe, die Du gibst.

German singer-songwriter over fifty years old. For almost forty years I have been writing and singing songs. My main instrument is the acoustic guitar, but I also like percussion instruments (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). I love composing melancholic and poetic ballads. But sometimes I also write (black) humorous songs, jazz style and rock songs. My main language is German. But in the future I want to write more songs in English and occasionally also in French.
In my compositions I am inspired by Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison and Bob Dylan. On my records I play and sing all by myself. My vision for the future is to find musicians from different cultures who would like to share their tracks with me.
My personal mantra is a sentence written by Paul Mccartney on the Beatles album "Abbey Road on the track "In the end" almost fifty years ago:

The love you take is equal to the love you make.

Poinariu, A Song About Freedom And Violence (Intro: English Translation)

Karlit-O-Kay (K-O-K)