Compilation specially curated to accompany the images of a road trip through the diverse regional aesthetics of the whole Latin-American continent. Narrative, soundtrack-inspired pieces influenced by styles and instruments from local cultures.
Letras ... Popular Latin-American traditional song arranged as a rock ballad. ...Popular Latin-American traditional song arranged as a rock ballad. Sung in Spanish. Nostalgic, moving & introspective. Male singer, acoustic guitar, violin & drums @ 2'25. Female singer @ 2'45.
ES:
No sé que tienen las flores
Las flores del campo santo
No sé que tienen las flores
Las flores del campo santo
Que cuando las mueve el viento
Parece que están llorando
A un santo cristo de fierro (llorona)
Mis penas le conté yo
A un santo cristo de fierro, llorona
Mis penas le conté yo
Y cuales serían mis penas, llorona
Que el santo cristo lloró
Y cuales serían mis penas, llorona
Que el santo cristo lloró
Hay de mi llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío
Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío
Dicen que no tengo duelo
Porque no me ven llorar
Dicen que no tengo duelo, llorona
Porque no me ven llorar
Hay muertos que no hacen ruido
Y es más grande su penar
Hay muertos que no hacemos ruido
Y es más grande mi penar
No creas que porque canto (llorona)
Tengo el corazón alegre
No creas que porque canto, llorona
Tengo el corazón alegre
También de dolor se canta, llorona
Cuando llorar no se puede
También de dolor se canta, llorona
Cuando llorar no se puede
Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío
EN:
I don't know what's wrong with the flowers
The flowers of the holy field
I don't know what's wrong with the flowers
The flowers of the holy field
That when the wind moves them
They seem to be crying
To a holy iron Christ (Llorona (weeping woman))
I told my sorrows
To a holy iron christ, Llorona
I told my sorrows
And how great were my sorrows, Llorona
That the holy Christ wept
And how great were my sorrows, Llorona
That the holy Christ wept
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold
And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold
They say I don't grieve
Because they don't see me cry
They say I don't grieve, Llorona
Because they don't see me cry
There are dead people who don't make a noise
Yet their sorrow is greater
There are dead people whom we don't make a noise
Yet my sorrow is greater
Don't think that because I sing (Llorona)
I have a happy heart
Don't think that because I sing, Llorona
I have a happy heart
Also from pain one sings, Llorona
When one cannot cry
Also from pain one sings, Llorona
When we cannot cry
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold
Popular Mexican song arranged as a surf-rock track. Joyful & lively. ...Popular Mexican song arranged as a surf-rock track. Joyful & lively. Twangy guitar lead & rock band.
Creole music from the Caribbean coast of Colombia & Venezuela. Light ...Creole music from the Caribbean coast of Colombia & Venezuela. Light hearted, danceable & cheerful. Accordion, tiple, Spanish guitar, bass & Latin percussion.
Letras ... Introspective & desolated blues rock sung in Spanish (explicit ...Introspective & desolated blues rock sung in Spanish (explicit lyrics). They are always framing me as unholy. Ideal for stories from the south-west border between Arizona & Mexico. Male singer, rock band & lead harmonica @ 2'40. Violent finale with shouted voice @ 3'10.
ES:
Satánica la musica de hoy
Satánica me dicen que soy
Satánica la musica de hoy
Satánica me dicen que soy
Y estas dormido y sonámbulo
Metete tu religion por el ...
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Satánica la televisión
Mi vida yo la paso en prisión
Satánica la televisión
Mi vida yo la paso en prisión
Y estoy tan harto de tu religión
Ahora soy libre de tu maldición
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Satánica yo no nací
Satánica voy a morir
Satánica yo no nací
Tatuado yo voy a morir
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
EN:
Satanic is the music of today
Satanic they tell me I am
Satanic is the music of today
Satanic they tell me I am
And you're asleep and sleepwalking
Shove your religion up your ...
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Satanic is television
My life I spend it in prison
Satanic is television
My life I spend it in prison
I'm so sick of your religion
Now I'm free from your curse
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Satanic I was not born
Satanic I'm going to die
Satanic I was not born
Tattooed I'm going to die
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Tu tu tu ru... tu tu ru ru ru
Popular Guarani style from Iguazu, at the crossroads of Paraguay, ...Popular Guarani style from Iguazu, at the crossroads of Paraguay, Argentina & Brazil. Ethnic & mysterious. Charango, Spanish guitar, siku (Indian flutes) & erke @ 1'38.
Proud & serious track inspired by Latin-folk protest songs from the ...Proud & serious track inspired by Latin-folk protest songs from the 60s & 70s. Solo Spanish Guitar.
Moving, panoramic & inspirational track influenced by the migration ...Moving, panoramic & inspirational track influenced by the migration stories from the south-west border between USA & Mexico. Exhilarating @ 1'08. Charango, Spanish guitar, cinematic orchestra & Latin percussion.
Underscore. Moving, panoramic & inspirational track influenced by the ...Underscore. Moving, panoramic & inspirational track influenced by the migration stories from the south-west border between USA & Mexico. Charango, Spanish guitar & synth.
Narrative, nostalgic & intimate track evoking distant memories from ...Narrative, nostalgic & intimate track evoking distant memories from the island of Cuba. Spanish guitar duet playing with harmonics.
Letras ... Passionate, melancholic yet grounded Chicano rap sung in Spanish. ...Passionate, melancholic yet grounded Chicano rap sung in Spanish. There's nothing left after crossing the border. Male rap singer, electric guitar & Latin percussion.
ES:
Que difícil es no poderte abrazar
Y tengo que cruzar pa' volverte a besar
Nada, no queda nada...
Que difícil es no poderte abrazar
Y tengo que cruzar pa' volverte a besar
Nada, no queda nada...
Estoy aquí
Justo donde no nací
Donde el día y la noche siempre se ve gris
Donde todos parecen zanahorias
Y el hombre que me llama me dice
Ten paciencia, sonríe...
De nuevo la paré' esta fría,
Extraño mi geva, mi gente, mi familia
Es por eso que no puedo ir
Espérame mi amor
Pronto voy por ti, sigues ahí?
Que difícil es no poderte abrazar
Y tengo que cruzar pa' volverte a besar
Nada, no queda nada...
Que difícil es no poderte abrazar
Y tengo que cruzar pa' volverte a besar
Nada, no queda nada...
Esto es real
Sigo sin quitarme el guante
Padre santo dame fuerza tengo que aguántame
Gracias a mis errores ahora estoy pagando
Te lo juro que cambio por mi negra, yo cambio
Me llena de esperanza cuando escucho su voz
Se nota que me ama aunque odie mis actos
Pero estamos preparados
Por que cuando regrese
Ya no seremos dos
EN:
How hard it is not being able to hug you
And I have to cross over to kiss you again
Nothing, there's nothing left
How hard it is not being able to hug you
And I have to cross over to kiss you again
Nothing, there's nothing left
I'm here
Right where I wasn't born
Where day and night always look grey
Where everyone looks like carrots
And the man who calls me says
Be patient, smile...
Again the wall is cold,
I miss my woman, my people, my family
That's why I can't go
Wait for me my love
I'm coming for you soon, are you still there?
How hard it is not being able to hug you
And I have to cross over to kiss you again
Nothing, there's nothing left
How hard it is not being able to hug you
And I have to cross over to kiss you again
Nothing, there's nothing left
This is real
I still keep the gloves on
Holy Father give me strength I have to endure
Because of my mistakes now I'm paying
I swear I change for my black woman, I change
It fills me with hope when I hear her voice
I can tell she loves me even though she hates my actions
But we're ready
Because when I come back
We won't be two anymore
Carefree, joyful & retro Latin rock 'n' rol with a Bolivian chicha & ...Carefree, joyful & retro Latin rock 'n' rol with a Bolivian chicha & Tex-Mex touch. Rock band, Hammond organ, guiro & lead electric guitar.
Chacarera style; folk music from the center of Argentina. Haunting & ...Chacarera style; folk music from the center of Argentina. Haunting & insistent. Acoustic guitar, percussion, charango, ocarinas, erke (Indian flute) & double bass.
Surf rock ballad with a bolero rhythm. Sensual, mysterious & ...Surf rock ballad with a bolero rhythm. Sensual, mysterious & nostalgic. Rock band with lead twangy guitar bass & percussion.
