Madrid Poet

Indie folk alt-pop with contemporary Spanish influence, tight dry indie beat and subtle tape grit at 115 bpm, whispered dry-throated male vocal with clipped phrasing, driving nylon-string guitar strums, upright bass, and a frantic bridge guitar before the final hard strum rings into silence

[Intro] (Fast, rhythmic Spanish acoustic guitar strumming over a tight indie beat) [Verse 1] Ink on a napkin in Plaza Mayor He's writing a tragedy, spilling the pour A cynical rhyme in the afternoon heat Watching the tourists crowd up the street He speaks in a whisper, he smokes like a train He praises the sunshine but prays for the rain A ghost in the alley where history bled With a half-empty glass and a lot in his head [Chorus] He’s the Madrid poet with a pen like a knife Carving up verses and wasting his life He trades all his euros for Rioja and time To bury his heartbreak in beautiful rhyme Yeah, the meter is sharp but the wallet is light Just another lost genius claiming the night [Verse 2] Cervantes is dead and Lorca is gone But he's at the cafe, just dragging it on The stanza is bruised and the syntax is torn He’s highly authentic and terribly worn He writes about lovers he never possessed And curses the government under his breath A paperback prophet in a corduroy coat With a very dry mouth and a frog in his throat [Bridge] (Bassline drops out, leaving only a lone, frantic nylon guitar) And the church bells are ringing at a quarter to three He’s looking for truth but he’ll settle for free A shot of espresso to sharpen the brain Before the whole city goes quiet again [Chorus] He’s the Madrid poet with a pen like a knife Carving up verses and wasting his life He trades all his euros for Rioja and time To bury his heartbreak in beautiful rhyme Yeah, the meter is sharp but the wallet is light Just another lost genius claiming the night [Outro] Just a beautiful rhyme. Cap the pen. Pay the tab. (Final hard strum on an A minor chord, ringing out into silence)

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