Techo y Peligro
Indie pop with a disco-inflected groove. Clean electric guitar plays syncopated, palm-muted rhythmic patterns and bright, staccato riffs. A prominent synth bass provides a melodic, driving low-end with a slight grit. The drums feature a crisp snare and a steady kick with occasional syncopated fills. Female vocals are delivered with a breathy, rhythmic quality in the verses, shifting to a more powerful, layered delivery in the chorus. The arrangement includes shimmering synth pads and occasional electronic percussion accents. Key of G major, 124 BPM.
Techo y Peligro
Indie pop with a disco-inflected groove. Clean electric guitar plays syncopated, palm-muted rhythmic patterns and bright, staccato riffs. A prominent synth bass provides a melodic, driving low-end with a slight grit. The drums feature a crisp snare and a steady kick with occasional syncopated fills. Female vocals are delivered with a breathy, rhythmic quality in the verses, shifting to a more powerful, layered delivery in the chorus. The arrangement includes shimmering synth pads and occasional electronic percussion accents. Key of G major, 124 BPM.
Lyrics
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[Intro]
[clean electric guitar riff, synth bass, steady kick drum]
[Verse 1]
[breathy female vocals]
Las horas que pasé contigo
Mirando el techo y el peligro
Tú de cojín, yo de derrota
El mando roto entre las dos
Pero hoy te juro que no vuelvo
Que no vuelvo a encajar
[Chorus]
[full band, driving disco beat]
Sofá de mierda me ha robado la vida
Cada muelle es una promesa podrida
Me quedo en rojo, me salta el lumbar
Pero sin ti no sé ni cómo empezar (ah-ah-ah)
[Verse 2]
[bass-driven groove, staccato guitar]
Las migas del martes, las siestas de gris
Tu olor a sudario y a Martini
Juré levantarme a las diez
Las doce, las dos, las cuatro y otra vez
Esta noche dormiré en el suelo
O en la bañera o en la vía del tren
[Chorus]
[layered vocals, energetic synth pads]
Sofá de mierda me ha robado los años
Cada cojín es un puño en el hígado
Te odio, te quiero, te vendo, me quedo
Que le den al futón y a su enredo
[Bridge]
[drums drop out, atmospheric synths]
Una taza fría, una serie en bucle
Treinta kilos de tristeza textil
Tú serías feliz sin mí
Y yo tampoco, así que...
[Outro]
[guitar riff returns]
Quédate ahí
Que mañana volvemos a empezar
[vocal ad-libs, synth melody]
[tape stop effect]