El Último Bocado by FREQORAK
[A theatrical Swamp-Funk Tango. Driven by a sensual, swaggering fuzz bassline and a groovy, minimalist junk percussion beat. A mournful bandoneón weaves through the mix, while a soulful, dramatic brass section punches in during the chorus. Hann's lead vocals are a deep, charismatic, and intimate Rioplatense storytelling, like Morgan Freeman fronting a Tom Waits-esque tango orchestra. The vibe of a lost, tragic, and absurdly groovy musical number from Adventure Time about a star burning out.]
El Último Bocado by FREQORAK
[A theatrical Swamp-Funk Tango. Driven by a sensual, swaggering fuzz bassline and a groovy, minimalist junk percussion beat. A mournful bandoneón weaves through the mix, while a soulful, dramatic brass section punches in during the chorus. Hann's lead vocals are a deep, charismatic, and intimate Rioplatense storytelling, like Morgan Freeman fronting a Tom Waits-esque tango orchestra. The vibe of a lost, tragic, and absurdly groovy musical number from Adventure Time about a star burning out.]
Lyrics
Intro
The sound of a single wine glass being tapped, its ring fading. A deep, sexy, fuzzed-out bassline starts a slow, hypnotic tango-funk groove. Hann's voice is a warm, close whisper, like he's telling a secret in a bar after closing.
Hann (Spoken):
Che... acérquense. Les voy a contar la del pibe que quiso servirle a los dioses... y se puso a sí mismo en el plato.
Verse 1
The groove settles in, raw and intimate. A lonely bandoneón plays a melancholic counter-melody.
Hann:
Enzo no vendía morfi, vendía el "te acordás".
Te servía en un plato tu primer compás.
Un sorbete de siesta, un carpaccio de un quizás...
El pibe era un cometa, siempre quería más... y más... y más...
Su droga era el "Glimmer", ese brisho en la gente,
El aplauso del alma... un dios impaciente.
Chorus
The beat becomes more powerful. A soulful brass section enters with dramatic, staccato punches. Hann's voice grows into a powerful, storytelling chant.
Hann:
¡EL BANQUETE DEL GLIMMER, PASEN Y VEAN EL SHOW!
¡LA ESTRESHA MÁS BRISHANTE, EL ÚLTIMO ROUND!
SU EGO ERA EL HORNO, SU ALMA ERA EL INGREDIENTE,
UN SABOR TAN PERFECTO... Y TAN MALDITAMENTE... AUSENTE.
Verse 2
The groove returns, but with a more ominous feel. The bandoneón sounds more agitated.
Hann:
Llegó un tal "Convidado", un muñeco de neblina,
Con ojos de silencio y cara de plastilina.
Y el Sistema le susurró, como el humo de carbón,
"Che, Enzo, no seas un chef... ¡sé la nueva religión!"
Y el pibe, tan magnífico, tan lleno de su arte,
Decidió ser el postre... para salvar a toda parte.
Chorus
The chorus hits with even more force, a glorious, tragic fanfare.
Hann:
¡EL BANQUETE DEL GLIMMER, PASEN Y VEAN EL SHOW!
¡LA ESTRESHA MÁS BRISHANTE, EL ÚLTIMO ROUND!
SU EGO ERA EL HORNO, SU ALMA ERA EL INGREDIENTE,
UN SABOR TAN PERFECTO... Y TAN MALDITAMENTE... AUSENTE.
Bridge
All instruments drop out except for the deep, pulsing bassline. Hann's voice is a hushed, reverent whisper, full of awe and pity.
Hann:
Y cocinó su orgusho... su brisho, su motor...
Puso en el plato todo su Glimmer, todo su calor...
El Convidado no comió. Solo lo absorbió.
Le hizo un gesto con la cabeza... y se las tomó.
Outro
A lone, heartbreaking bandoneón plays the chorus melody. The bassline fades out slowly. Hann's voice is a final, gravelly sigh.
Hann:
Y Enzo se quedó vacío... un traje sin relleno.
Ni un hueso quedó, che... solo el eco de un trueno.
El aplauso más grande... para un escenario...
completamente...
The bandoneón plays one last, sorrowful note that hangs in the air.
...vacío.
The sound of a single pair of hands clapping, dry and final. Silence.
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(The Last Bite - English Lyrics)
Intro
Hann (Spoken):
Hey... come closer. I'm gonna tell you about the kid who wanted to serve the gods... and put himself on the plate.
Verse 1
Hann:
Enzo didn't sell food, he sold the "you remember."
He'd serve you on a plate your very first beat.
A sorbet of siesta, a carpaccio of a maybe...
The kid was a comet, he always wanted more... and more... and more...
His drug was the "Glimmer," that shine in the people,
The applause of the soul... an impatient god.
Chorus
Hann:
THE BANQUET OF THE GLIMMER, COME AND SEE THE SHOW!
THE BRIGHTEST STAR, THE FINAL ROUND TO GO!
HIS EGO WAS THE OVEN, HIS SOUL THE INGREDIENT,
A TASTE SO PERFECT... AND SO DAMNED... ABSENT.
Verse 2
Hann:
A certain "Guest" arrived, a puppet made of mist,
With eyes of silence and a face of plasticine twist.
And the System whispered to him, like charcoal smoke,
"Hey, Enzo, don't be a chef... be the new religion, folks!"
And the kid, so magnificent, so full of his art,
Decided to be the dessert... to save every single part.
Chorus
Hann:
THE BANQUET OF THE GLIMMER, COME AND SEE THE SHOW!
THE BRIGHTEST STAR, THE FINAL ROUND TO GO!
HIS EGO WAS THE OVEN, HIS SOUL THE INGREDIENT,
A TASTE SO PERFECT... AND SO DAMNED... ABSENT.
Bridge
Hann:
And he cooked his pride... his shine, his engine's heat...
He put in the dish all his Glimmer, all his warmth, oh so sweet...
The Guest did not eat. It just absorbed the light.
Gave him a nod... and vanished into the night.
Outro
Hann:
And Enzo was left empty... a suit with no filling.
Not a bone was left, man... just the echo of a thunder's spilling.
The biggest applause... for a stage...
completely...
...empty.