PLUMAS NEGRAS
Nobody has photographed his face and he says that is the only interesting thing about him
vex on it
the runHonest use case: People who feel underestimated and find power in their solitude and perceived darkness.
Exhibit: “fuck a spotlight — I am the dark”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.41
- vocal at
- 2.6s
- length
- 2:43
- words
- 210
- clichés
- 0
- language
- Sp
most sung: “negras” ×18 · “back” ×15 · “plumas” ×12
lyrics
(cuervo... cuervo...) (wings beat, glass breaks) Black coat, rooftop, cold café I count the lights, no cuento friends They loved me broke, se fueron — hey Now every hand's a hand that bends (cuervo, cuervo) Mamá said, "mijo, watch the quiet ones" (watch them, watch them) The quiet one is what I became Plumas negras on my back (negras, negras) Plumas negras on my back I don't fly away — I circle back Plumas negras on my back (brrr) Plumas negras on my back Vuela, vuela — watch me stack Diamond water, dirty weather Mi barrio taught me: trust the scar You fake it in designer leather I bleed en serio — there you are (no me jodas) Plumas negras on my back (negras, negras) Plumas negras on my back I don't fly away — I circle back Plumas negras on my back (brrr) Plumas negras on my back Vuela, vuela — watch me stack Si me buscas, look up (look up, look up) El cielo's full of black tonight (fuck a spotlight — I am the dark) Plumas negras on my back (negras, negras) Plumas negras on my back I don't fly away — I circle back Plumas negras on my back (brrr) Plumas negras on my back Vuela, vuela — watch me stack (cuervo... cuervo...) (vuela, vuela)