TWELVE SHADES OF ENTIERRO by Nikko
indie rock, murga-funk, junk-funk
TWELVE SHADES OF ENTIERRO by Nikko
indie rock, murga-funk, junk-funk
Lyrics
Intro
The user's whistling melody starts with dry handclaps. A funky, "jumpy" guitar riff kicks in.
Nikko- Spoken, cool
Yeah... check the time, bo.
The world loves a genius... once he’s six feet under.
Feed the pigeon, kill the bird, ¿entendés?
¡AL PAN, PAN!
Verse 1 - Indie-Funk Groove
We adore the monument, but we hate the spark,
We fear the one who sees the light inside the dark.
The collective is a cage, a heavy, hungry wall,
Waiting for the high-tier soul to take the final fall.
Alone with the pigeons, alone with the code,
Walking the same bluidy entropic road.
They give you a medal when you can’t breathe no more,
Twelve legends crying behind the locked door!
Chorus - THE ADDICTIVE HOOK
Whistling melody returns as a background synth line
OH, WELCOME TO THE CLUB! THE EARLY DEAD CLUB!
THEY’LL LOVE YOU IN A CENTURY, AFTER THE DRUB!
IT’S THE TAJO IN YOUR BRAIN, THE GLITCH IN YOUR HAND!
A BEAUTIFUL ERROR THEY CAN’T UNDERSTAND!
Vi-a-JAR! SOO MUCH! INTO THE VOID!
Twelve shades of talent that the system destroyed!
Verse 2 - Acidic & Direct
You’re too fast for the loop, you’re too sharp for the biss,
The Admin is nervous, something is amiss.
So they leave you in silence, they leave you in shame,
Until your tragedy is just a lucrative game.
Equivalent Exchange, bo... that’s the deal:
They take your sanity, you get to be real.
But the price of the Gnosis is a lonely-ass bed,
Better be a "Smart-marmota" than a genius dead!
Bridge - THE ROLL CALL (Twelve Sages)
The beat drops to a fast, tense Cajón rhythm. The rap becomes virtuosic, technical, and high-speed.
I got THE ELECTRIC, I got THE CODED by my side
But also THE GALACTIC with nowhere to hide
Got THE BLOOMING, THE ANCIENT, THE HIDDEN in the mix
But THE LYRICAL and THE CARVED are getting their kicks
Got THE PRIME and THE SACRED, THE SONIC and THE VOID
Twelve shades of genius that the system destroyed!
Thirty-three reasons why we’re better off broken,
The word of the Tajo remains... unspoken!
Final Chorus - Maximum Energy
OH, WELCOME TO THE CLUB! THE EARLY DEAD CLUB!
THEY’LL LOVE YOU IN A CENTURY, AFTER THE DRUB!
IT’S THE TAJO IN YOUR BRAIN, THE GLITCH IN YOUR HAND!
A BEAUTIFUL ERROR THEY CAN’T UNDERSTAND!
Outro
The music cuts to the whistle and the handclaps.
Nikko- Whispering
Don't worry, ñery.
In a hundred years... you'll be a legend.
C’est fini, bo.
Sound of a coin spinning on a table... it stops.
Final 33Hz hum