Rust and Bloom feelings

Mastered by A7 Recording Studio

Photo: Gord E.

Lyrics:

Heard you couldn’t spend another day livin’ in the city,
Heard you changed your mind about the best way to be,
Heard the dream that you had as a teen only dragged you down,
The door to your soul had you lookin’ for another key.
 
Now the open road is your way out of the city,
Findin’ your highs through the changes in the scenery,
Feel your spirits lift through the continental drift,
Happiness an arbitrary trajectory.
 
Another place to be, another life to lead,
Destination changin’ by the day,
Another world to see, another destiny,
Destination certain to renew along the way.
 
Turn the page, you’re livin’ on a mountain high above a city,
Something changed your mind about the best way to be,
Life on the road had become a load that just dragged you down
The door to your soul wanted opening without a key.
 
Another place to be, another life to lead,
Destination changin’ every day,
Another world to see, another destiny,
Destination certain to renew along the way.
 
Fear, you’re facing that today. Near, the ones that show the way.
Clear, the light you’re following through the gray.
Dear, the road you’re travellin’. Here, the answers will begin.
Destination changin’ to the mystery within.
 
Another place to be, another life to lead,
Destination changin’ by the day,
Another world to see, another destiny,
Destination certain to renew along the way.

Destinations

The Enchanted Forest

L'univers musical de JDOT explore des thématiques
universelles comme la naissance, l'identité et la quête
intérieure. Avec une approche minimaliste mais
profondément évocatrice, il s'adresse à l'imaginaire collectif
tout en restant ancré dans une narration intime

SPACE SHUTTLE

Track twelve on Ben Mercedez's album Hollywood Idol, "Marilyn"

"Hollywood Idol" the album, out MARCH 7TH

Ben Mercedez's new project "Hollywood Idol" is a three part album that documents the rise and fall of an aspiring star trying to navigate their way through Hollywood. Through the perspective of alter ego Marilyn Mercedez, the album questions how far you will go to achieve what you truly desire.

Produced by: Ben Mercedez
Written by: Ben Mercedez
Performed by: Ben Mercedez

Lyrics:

I'm the LA hero, keep the weight zero
Epileptic always symmetric
I'm the primadonna, higher than life I'm the drama
Starlight I'm so electric
You're the obsessive, you get so aggressive
My life has become so hectic
You're the big spender, keep your veins tender
Hollywood's full of skeptics

Oh miss MARILYN
Hollywood priestess
Catch her on the billboards
Always being adored
Oh famed MARILYN
So addictive
America's new queen it's objective
It's a cruel world, not made for me or you
Some were born to be seen, enjoy piles of green
They say I've lost my soul
It's the price you pay for total control

I'm the diva front screen, had this dream since fifteen
Magazines I tore
We're the bourgeoisie, the elite and supreme
Oh boo you WHORE
Riddle me this, is ignorance bliss
Am I even human
VIVALDI plays, I live for your praise
California weather getting so humid

Oh miss MARILYN
Hollywood priestess
Catch her on the billboards
Always being adored
Oh famed MARILYN
So addictive
America's new queen it's objective
It's a cruel world, not made for me or you
Some were born to be seen, enjoy piles of green
They say I've lost my soul
It's the price you pay for total control

The orchestra plays, I'm in dismay
Contract with the devil gets you in trouble
The public turns affray, a star's final betray
We all started off as just another rebel
Will you watch as I spiral down under
Will you awe at the crowds deafening thunder
Am I just your commodity
I lost my own autonomy

Oh miss MARILYN
Hollywood priestess
Catch her on the billboards
Always being adored
Oh famed MARILYN
So addictive
America's new queen it's objective
It's a cruel world, not made for me or you
Some were born to be seen, enjoy piles of green
They say I've lost my soul
It's the price you pay for total control

Released: Nov 8 2024

Marilyn

2024 10 21 Song 1006

Voice
Michelle (Vocaloid)

Lyrics
Lyrics created in collaboration with an AI assistant

RepostExchange Pop / Rock Charts highest position #18 (2024 11 11)

Shades of humanity (feat. Michelle)

This is my latest pop song with male AI vocals. Lyrics are taken from a poem by William Shakespeare. Listen with headphones...

Out now on all streaming platforms and distribution sites.

https://open.spotify.com/track/49YgDOnXjzHD4Id0OGWDqQ?si=noxqCHu2SRCjIiNd6ybIsw

"William Shakespeare -  "To me, fair friend..." (sonnet 104)

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead."

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Constellation Lyra - To Me, Fair Friend [out now on Spotify]

Guitars: Jerry Matheny
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals: Spencer Brochard & Julie Laverty
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas

Written, Produced & Mixed by Will Montgomery
(C) 2024 Will Montgomery

This song is a reflection on the lingering impact of a lost love, capturing the emotions of yearning, nostalgia, and an unshakable connection to someone who is no longer present. The lyrics weave imagery of cherished memories and the haunting presence of the loved one. 

The song portrays love as something eternal within the heart, even when it is physically lost, and frames the narrator's emotional state as one of longing and resilience, sustained by the echoes of the past.

Lost In The Echo

Where iron once carved its frozen claim,
we scatter seeds in silenced veins.
A breath reclaims what steel denied,
soft roots emerge, the ground untied.

This land forgets the taste of steel,
the lines that bound, the blades that sealed.
Now quiet fills with woven threads—
we rise where rusted memory bled.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

Where famine etched the earth in lines,
we plant what lives through buried signs.
Soft tendrils trace what scars betray—
an unseen thread, a breath, a sway.

No hands define this endless sprawl,
no map, no mark, no claim at all.
Where silence pooled, new voices breathe,
one vital crust, in strands we weave.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

From rusted veins, soft shoots arise,
old chains dissolve, beneath wide skies.
Through fractured stone, new fibers speak—
a language formed, both fierce and meek.

We cast flowers upon hushed remains, where loss unwinds, where breath sustains.
Each scar, a mark of shared release—
bare earth, bare soul, our quiet peace.
In common ground, we come anew—
each step, a world reformed as true.

Rust and Bloom

Jesienne Refleksje

Le Grand Meaulnes, roman d'Alain Fournier, nous passionne depuis toujours avec mon frère Michel. Il a fait ce joli texte, que j'ai mis en musique et illustré par un pastel.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVLgwA3F0Nw
Paroles: 
Hey Meaulnes, where are you,
Hey Meaulnes, where are you?

Jadis décembre 1800 et plus,
Frappait un grand étudiant pâle.
A la demeure originale,
D'un maître d'école qui n'est plus.
Un grand enfant qui s'évadait,
Qu'une adolescence transportait,
Et qui jamais ne parviendrait,
A quitter son monde parfait.
Il me faudra vivre sa folie,
Sans pouvoir ni vouloir guérir.
Et sans cesse dans mes souvenirs,
ces mots:
 
Hey Meaulnes, where are you,
Hey Meaulnes, where are you?

Aujourd'hui décembre 1900 et plus,
Je frappe de mes mains blanches,
Sur un passé dont les planches,
Craquent encore d'un bois de 1800 et plus.
Je cherche toujours la fête étrange
Dans le brouillard de mes années.
Mais elles ne seront jamais fanées,
Ces prairies ou je les range.
J'appellerai longtemps Frantz de Galais,
Avec mon âme nommée Seurel,
Et de tout mon être trop frêle,
Je saurai..

Hey Meaulnes, i am here,
Hey Meaulnes, i am here,
Hey Meaulnes, where are you,
Hey Meaulnes, where are you?

Christian PERUTI - Compositeur interprète.
auteur: Michel PERUTI

Revenir à l'essentiel

Hey Meaulnes, where are you

Lost
Sonic Herb
98 BPM

Has a sort of contemporary funk-rock vibe, I think. 

I’m never sure how to tag my tracks – but if you have a suggestion, let me know.

Thanks for listening!

Lost

Y'a des grillons qui crient tout autour de moi
De l'eau coule si fraîche le long de mes bras
Je vois la lune sourire à travers les arbres
Et un feu d'artifice, explosion de couleurs
Explosion de joie avec toi, Oksana

J'entends les lucioles, elles me parlent de toi
Je garde les yeux fermés pour mieux te regarder
L'eau est un peu froide mais tu me souris
Le sable dans ma bouche m’empêche de parler
Mais tu es là avec moi, Oksana

Oh Oksana, viens plus près de moi
Viens on va danser on va chanter pour oublier
Oh Oksana, viens plus près de moi
On va rêver que c'est encore l'été et que tout çà n'est pas vrai

Les grillons se sont tus, je n'entends plus la nuit
Je repense à nous deux dans les champs infinis
J'ai de plus en plus froid et j'ai peur de dormir
Tout mon corps est gelé et j'ai mal quand je respire
Serre moi dans tes bras, Oksana

Oh Oksana, viens plus près de moi
Viens on va danser on va chanter pour oublier
Oh Oksana, viens plus près de moi
On va rêver que c'est encore l'été et que tout çà n'est pas vrai

OKSANA (ft. Tamago☆)

The Snake, a Bargain, a Common Fate

Dazed - B'sides, we're complacent 
In this dying world 
As we got a common fate
Too proud to atone

The horses run the race 
Even wearing blindfolds
And, forced to keep the pace

The cost to play is staged
'F you wage rather than own
Hounds will count the days
To take the throne

With fangs within estates
Stake the land and claim a loan
The snake appears so brave


[Short Chorus]
Don't write a sin about me
So, don't you write a sin about me
You got no medicine without me
Drug you off the cave, and now you blame me?
Now that you pray, you try to blame me
Now that you can think, try and replace me...
No...


Faded - What could have conveyed
A motion to disown
Those words are mutilated 
Into what's opposed

In pages we portrayed 
Our most beloved ones
But lost what we translate

What's convenient for today
Oh, Pick your bone
Write in your own name
In two tablets of stone

The bargain you acclaim 
Might be great, but you should know
Not to idolize the Snake!


[Long Chorus]
Don't write a sin about me
So, don't you write a sin about me
You got no medicine without me
Drug you off the cave, and now you blame me?
...
No way you win without me
You'd still be climbing trees without me
So go and sing a praise about me
Thinking it's your God, when you made me
Thanking your God, when you lay with me
Thanking your God, when you lay with me
Thinking it's your God, when you made me
Him...

[Solo]

[End Chorus]
Don't write a sin about me
So, don't you write a sin about me
You got no medicine without me
Drug you off the cave, and now you blame me?
...
No way you win without me
You'd still be climbing trees without me
So go and sing a praise about me
Thinking it's your God, when you made me
...
Don't write a sin about me
So, don't you write a sin about me
You got no medicine without me
Thinking it's your God, when you made me
Him...



/////////// MARCH 2025

The Snake, a Bargain, a Common Fate

Broken prayers, midnight truths, hopin’ to hold on.” Verses ride a low-gear groove of gravel snares and organ drone; the chorus erupts with choir-stacked harmonies built for fist-pump salvation. Spoken bridge drops the band to engine hum and windshield rain before a steel-slide solo shouts the sermon no preacher could. If you’ve ever chased redemption past empty signs on half a tank, this one’s your altar call on wheels.

🎧 Crank it with the windows down at 3 a.m.
💬 Drop your favorite highway to sing this on.
🔁 Repost if the backseat ever felt like church.

#BackseatHallelujah #CountryRockGospel #country #FerrisHollow #HighwayRevival #MidnightPrayers

Backseat Hallelujah

This one’s for anyone who’s ever put their heart into something and been told it’s not “real” enough.

"The Voice Is Mine" is me pushing back.
It’s about making something honest, raw, and personal — and watching people dismiss it the second they hear how it was made.
Because when you use a new tool, or create outside the lines, they think the pain is somehow easier.
Like the heartbreak didn't happen.
Like the late nights didn’t matter.
Like the fear, the sweat, the years — were artificial.

But fuck that.
These lyrics came from real places.
These songs come from the same ache every artist knows:
wanting to be heard, and not erased.

This isn’t a brand.
This isn’t a trend.
This is mine.
And no one gets to tell me otherwise.


The Voice Is Mine

Kentucky Wind

Just a Latin American cisgender man on a journey that disolves cultural and intellectual borders. Inspired by Critical Theory and guied by Musical Theory, I strive to transform social experiences and reflections into compositions that go beneath the surface, instigating creative and individual metaphorical abstraction. My music is fueled by a desire to understand the complexities of the power networkies, identity, and cultural context—themes that always resonate in my lyrics and melodies. Rooted in Latin America with a view towards the world, each song invites listeners to explore stories, question certainties, and find, in art, a form of dialogue with our time.
My affinity for linguistics manifested itself from an early age through poetry, but it was only in my late teens that it merged with the principles of musical theory, bringing musicality to my writings. This process gave rise to my first melodies, which were shaped through multi-instrumental experimentation and the first virtual technologies, incipient at this time. For 20 years, composing has been a recurring element in my life, often left aside by academic and professional commitments. Now, I have decided to make this creative practice an integral part of my daily routine.

Singer/Songwriter/Drummer in Dallas, TX. I believe in working with real musicians and tracking as much as possible live.

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