LA LLANTA
Found his uncle's chicha records in a flood-damaged box and rebuilt the sound from what survived
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- E minor
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 14.3s
- length
- 3:31
- language
- Sp
lyrics
(a tire pops, air hisses) Bueno... nobody's going anywhere. The llanta blew at kilometer ten Uphill, no signal, and no spare The driver lit a smoke, and then Said "tranquilo" to the mountain air (tranquilo, tranquilo) Somebody's got a cooler Somebody's got a drum A chicken's running loose now (la gallina!) Y aqui viene el bum Dance right here, dance right here The bus is broke, so dance right here Dance right here, dance right here Best party of the year, right here (eso! eso!) The driver plays accordion Who knew? It lived under his seat A truck pulled up with watermelon Now the festival's complete (sandia! sandia!) The moon comes up all wavy The mountain sways with me, baby Nobody fixed a thing And no one cares — we sing (wavy... wavy...) Dance right here, dance right here Flat tire, full moon, dance right here Dance right here, dance right here Tell the road we live right here (otra! otra!) (the spare arrives; the driver hides it) One more hour, compadre. (cumbia...)