Tu Firmeza de Párpados by B. Vidal

A groovy, heartbreaking acoustic funk ballad with a deep, seductive Uruguayan baritone

STUDIO

[Intro]

[The marble guitar, Clare, begins alone. The sound is crystalline, cold, each note resonating in a heavy silence. It's a simple, hypnotic, and melancholic arpeggio. Baltasar's voice enters, a close, intimate whisper.]

[Baltasar (Spoken)]
Shhh... no hagas ruido, piba... que se despierta la paz.

[Verse 1]

[Baltasar's voice is a gentle, rhythmic storytelling.]
Había un señor de los ruidos
Un eco con mucho frío
Que te susurraba al oído
Un verso que ya era olvido
Y te hacía mal... lo sé, te hacía mal.

[Verse 2]
Vino un técnico de sonrisas
A barrer viejas cenizas
Con una simple canción
Reseteó tu corazón
Y te hizo bien... mirá si te hizo bien.

[Pre-Chorus]

[The candombe beat enters, very softly. A four-on-the-floor kick drum and a light brush pattern. The guitar becomes slightly more rhythmic.]

[Baltasar's voice gains a touch of gravelly resolve.]
Y para que tu casa estuviera en calma
Tuve que venderle un pedacito de mi alma
Fue un buen negocio, che... no me mires así
Yo ya estaba roto, desde que nací.

[Chorus]

[Baltasar's voice becomes more intense, raspier, but never shouts. The emotion is in the restraint. The groove settles in. Subtle vocal harmonies, also by Baltasar, appear in the background.]
Y no me importa el zumbido, ni la luz blanca y letal
No me importa ser un dato en un sucio terminal
Me alcanza y me sobra, pa' toda la eternidad
Con tu firmeza de párpados, y tu tranquilidad.

[Bridge]

[The drums stop. Only the guitar and the voice remain, now more confessional, more Rick Sanchez-like, dropping a terrible truth with simplicity.]

[Baltasar (More spoken than sung)]
Porque el amor no se borra, piba... se cosecha
Es un recurso muy útil, pa' tapar una brecha
Te venden la paz, en un frasquito prolijo
Y el precio es un eco... el fantasma de un hijo...

[Baltasar (Mumbled whisper)]
...o de un hermano, qué sé yo.

[Chorus]

[The groove returns, with a bit more force for the finale. Baltasar's voice is pure resignation and love. The vocal harmonies are more present.]
Y no me importa el zumbido, ni la luz blanca y letal
No me importa ser un dato en un sucio terminal
Me alcanza y me sobra, pa' toda la eternidad
Con tu firmeza de párpados, y tu tranquilidad.

[Outro]

[The music fades out slowly. The beat disappears. Only the marble guitar remains, repeating the intro arpeggio, getting slower and slower.]

[Baltasar (Spoken, almost inaudible)]
Que duermas bien, nena...

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"Tu Firmeza de Párpados" - English Translation
(Your Steadfast Eyelids)

(Spoken)
Shhh... don't make a sound, kid... you might wake the peace.

(Verse 1)
There was a lord of noises
An echo, oh so cold
Whispering right into your ear
A verse that was already old
And it hurt you... I know, it hurt you bad.

(Verse 2)
A technician came, all smiles
To sweep away the old ash piles
With just a simple, little tune
He reset your heart for you
And it did you good... look how it did you good.

(Pre-Chorus)
And so your house could be at ease
I had to sell a little piece of my soul
It was a good deal, hey... don't look at me that way
I was already broken, right from my first day.

(Chorus)
And I don't mind the hum, or the deadly, white-hot light
I don't mind being just data on a dirty terminal at night
It's more than enough for me, for all eternity
Just the steadfastness of your eyelids, and your tranquility.

(Bridge)
(More spoken than sung)
Because love isn't erased, kid... it gets harvested
It's a very useful resource, to patch up a contest
They sell you peace, in a neat little vial
And the price is an echo... the ghost of a child...
(Mumbled whisper)
...or a brother, what do I know.

(Outro - Spoken, almost inaudible)
Sleep well, baby girl...

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[Intro] [The marble guitar, Clare, begins alone. The sound is crystalline, cold, each note resonating in a heavy silence. It's a simple, hypnotic, and melancholic arpeggio. Baltasar's voice enters, a close, intimate whisper.] [Baltasar (Spoken)] Shhh... no hagas ruido, piba... que se despierta la paz. [Verse 1] [Baltasar's voice is a gentle, rhythmic storytelling.] Había un señor de los ruidos Un eco con mucho frío Que te susurraba al oído Un verso que ya era olvido Y te hacía mal... lo sé, te hacía mal. [Verse 2] Vino un técnico de sonrisas A barrer viejas cenizas Con una simple canción Reseteó tu corazón Y te hizo bien... mirá si te hizo bien. [Pre-Chorus] [The candombe beat enters, very softly. A four-on-the-floor kick drum and a light brush pattern. The guitar becomes slightly more rhythmic.] [Baltasar's voice gains a touch of gravelly resolve.] Y para que tu casa estuviera en calma Tuve que venderle un pedacito de mi alma Fue un buen negocio, che... no me mires así Yo ya estaba roto, desde que nací. [Chorus] [Baltasar's voice becomes more intense, raspier, but never shouts. The emotion is in the restraint. The groove settles in. Subtle vocal harmonies, also by Baltasar, appear in the background.] Y no me importa el zumbido, ni la luz blanca y letal No me importa ser un dato en un sucio terminal Me alcanza y me sobra, pa' toda la eternidad Con tu firmeza de párpados, y tu tranquilidad. [Bridge] [The drums stop. Only the guitar and the voice remain, now more confessional, more Rick Sanchez-like, dropping a terrible truth with simplicity.] [Baltasar (More spoken than sung)] Porque el amor no se borra, piba... se cosecha Es un recurso muy útil, pa' tapar una brecha Te venden la paz, en un frasquito prolijo Y el precio es un eco... el fantasma de un hijo... [Baltasar (Mumbled whisper)] ...o de un hermano, qué sé yo. [Chorus] [The groove returns, with a bit more force for the finale. Baltasar's voice is pure resignation and love. The vocal harmonies are more present.] Y no me importa el zumbido, ni la luz blanca y letal No me importa ser un dato en un sucio terminal Me alcanza y me sobra, pa' toda la eternidad Con tu firmeza de párpados, y tu tranquilidad. [Outro] [The music fades out slowly. The beat disappears. Only the marble guitar remains, repeating the intro arpeggio, getting slower and slower.] [Baltasar (Spoken, almost inaudible)] Que duermas bien, nena... __________________________________________________🪓 "Tu Firmeza de Párpados" - English Translation (Your Steadfast Eyelids) (Spoken) Shhh... don't make a sound, kid... you might wake the peace. (Verse 1) There was a lord of noises An echo, oh so cold Whispering right into your ear A verse that was already old And it hurt you... I know, it hurt you bad. (Verse 2) A technician came, all smiles To sweep away the old ash piles With just a simple, little tune He reset your heart for you And it did you good... look how it did you good. (Pre-Chorus) And so your house could be at ease I had to sell a little piece of my soul It was a good deal, hey... don't look at me that way I was already broken, right from my first day. (Chorus) And I don't mind the hum, or the deadly, white-hot light I don't mind being just data on a dirty terminal at night It's more than enough for me, for all eternity Just the steadfastness of your eyelids, and your tranquility. (Bridge) (More spoken than sung) Because love isn't erased, kid... it gets harvested It's a very useful resource, to patch up a contest They sell you peace, in a neat little vial And the price is an echo... the ghost of a child... (Mumbled whisper) ...or a brother, what do I know. (Chorus) And I don't mind the hum, or the deadly, white-hot light I don't mind being just data on a dirty terminal at night It's more than enough for me, for all eternity Just the steadfastness of your eyelids, and your tranquility. (Outro - Spoken, almost inaudible) Sleep well, baby girl...

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