chicle ácido
Pop punk with female vocals. Distorted electric guitars play power chords and palm-muted eighth-note patterns. The bass guitar follows the root notes of the guitar progression. Drums feature a driving punk beat with frequent crash cymbal accents and rapid snare fills. The vocals are melodic with occasional shouted or aggressive delivery. The track is in the key of E major at 165 BPM. A bridge section features a half-time feel with clean guitar before returning to the high-energy punk arrangement. The production is polished with a wide stereo image for the guitars and centered, dry vocals.
chicle ácido
Pop punk with female vocals. Distorted electric guitars play power chords and palm-muted eighth-note patterns. The bass guitar follows the root notes of the guitar progression. Drums feature a driving punk beat with frequent crash cymbal accents and rapid snare fills. The vocals are melodic with occasional shouted or aggressive delivery. The track is in the key of E major at 165 BPM. A bridge section features a half-time feel with clean guitar before returning to the high-energy punk arrangement. The production is polished with a wide stereo image for the guitars and centered, dry vocals.
Lyrics
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[Intro]
[distorted electric guitar riff, driving drums]
[Verse 1]
[palm-muted guitar]
Perdí el color, la dulzura y el sabor
Un soplo frío me marchita en silencio
Llevo un zapato ciego y sucio
Un pisotón y todo se acabó
Un paseo por toda la ciudad
En la suela de un vecino (mmm)
Nuevos compañeros de movida
Una mierda, un grillo, una colilla [shouted vocal]
[Pre-Chorus]
[guitar opens up, bass enters]
Buenos días con sabor nuevo
Estoy estresada sin final
[Chorus]
[full band, crash cymbals]
Era chicle muy rosado
Ahora con aroma a desgastado
Me estira, me aplasta
Me siento abrumada
La mierda callada, el grillo no habla
El filtro marrón, fuimos a un callejón
[Verse 2]
[driving punk beat]
Marchamos al ritmo de pasos
Alegría de viaje y amigos
Tenía frescor y perlas de ácido
Hoy soy más de suelas y plástico
Compañeros perdidos dejados atrás
El grillo, la mierda y algunos más
[Chorus]
Era chicle muy rosado
Ahora con aroma a desgastado
Me estira, me aplasta
Me siento abrumada
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
[Bridge]
[half-time feel, clean guitar]
Solo ácido y un poco de color
La colilla se pierde en el ascensor
Sí, estoy afuera, adiós
[Outro]
[distorted guitar solo, rapid drum fills]
[final crash cymbal]