hey i used to dream about unlimited fame and of a simpler time, flying, my physical frame spry with minimal pain, sky’s the limit and lime-tinted until I met ya then I sensed the seismic shifting my sighs were bigger while my eyes were rapid moving dreams were bitter in disguise and half as soothing cease the grinning or your lies, I’m active dueling I’d seize the quiver Cupid hides, my passion’s ruined in pitch black I’m bound to tap into a part of my brain where strange paths’ll ensue and the dawn of the shame will play back to tense you so the ominous pain will stay active, hence you wake up feeling your laid up cuffed to ceiling fans stuck to wheels of trucks rushed and peelin’ out off to races, right cross to faces kibosh the rest, my eyes start to cave in
sleep gets harder, the older you get you gotta decode and dissect your problem in dark until dawn’ll claw ya mock ya with alarm sounds ringing but now we got those jingles on the cell phones singing so wake up to what you like, it don’t make life better it makes that song less cooler, forever I’ll forget her, I’ll curse her mother but for better or worse i love her
In case you’re wondering, “Brincadeira” is portuguese for “game” or “play.” My idea here was to compose as if a child was matching blocks and generally playing with the toys at hand. Feel free to play with it!
There are a lot of sad dreams in this world, too many, perhaps. Dalkulla doesn’t mind, though; she collects them, those sad dreams. She wanders through this world, her long striped net trailing behind her. She holds it high, as far above her head as she can, so that she can catch the dreams that people have let go of, the dreams that people have let drift away. Those are the saddest dreams, the ones no one believes in anymore.
Dalkulla finds comfort in the forgotten dreams of others. She likes to know she’s not the only one who doesn’t feel quite right in her skin; she likes to know she’s not the only one who’s looking for something more.
When her net becomes full, Dalkulla sifts through the loneliest of the dreams she’s collected and stores them in empty mason jars. Sometimes, maybe after a day, maybe after a year, she finds two dreams that complete each other and pours them into one jar. It makes her think that maybe, just maybe, one day she’ll find a dreamer who completes her too.
This is quite a peaceful, reflective tune. The instruments really compliment one another and giorgio.carsillo’s voice fits so well into the arrangement.
I bet the guitar part could be looped or rearranged in some way so that there would be room for another singer to come in and do a verse. Adding another perspective to this song would make it an even stronger track.
Great RECord! This tight little acapella is a fantastic audio resource. I can imagine so much being done with this, I think this RECord will transcend through genres. I can hear this going well with some surfer rock instrumentation but in the other ear, I can hear this being a great moody electronic track. I would like to hear people add their voices to this track.
My challenge to the community is to try and make as many different genre audio records as you can using this stem as a foundation to your track.