Slamming doors
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErkjzUbCRS4
Alone
he is always alone
renting rooms good or bad,
or average
he only seeks peace
but
children playing with the ball
in the hallway
mothers shouting at their husbands
neighbors
slamming or banging doors
they are all noise
And once again looking at ads
trying to find at least that calm
he needs
to dream into his dreams
He is only a suitcase
full of winkled clothes
he is a nobody
in a world of disguises
And once again looking at ads
trying to find at least that calm
he needs
to dream into his dreams
maybe tomorrow
maybe maybe
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@MoraAmaroLaLoba - sometimes circumstances put us in spots we necessarily don't want to be, but here we are :) Again, you have the capability of breaking down complex ideas and make them relatable.
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This song seems more lyrically dominant than some of your others, and for that reason you might consider bringing the vocals forward in the mix and allowing them to take center stage.
It's also a bit less poetic and more down to earth in the language used. But still some lovely lines there like:
He is only a suitcase
full of wrinkled clothes
he is a nobody
in a world of disguises
It feels like a snapshot of someone's life more than a message, which is fine. He seems undefined "a nobody" as the song says, separated from those around him, not interacting with them, and only hearing them through walls. An indrawn breath, a gathering in of energy before taking on the world again tomorrow.
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@MoraAmaroLaLoba - Your music is unlike anything that I have heard before. I think I have mentioned that earlier as well.
I know of an artist on Instagram who is kind of in the same vein stylistically like you, in the realm of experimental avant-garde modern pop but has a bit of a different sound and a different vocal delivery as well.
Very cool :) I wonder how do you put the entire song structure together since its so out of whack!! (in a good way) :)
Keep them coming
Do you have an album with these songs released?
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This a thoroughly city perspective from the visuals to the sound - very evocative for me after 10 years living in Manhattan.
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Forgive me for the delay in answering you. I couldn't answer you at the time due to serious family situations, and it was only today, while reviewing my material, that I saw this abandoned post...
I've met many artists throughout my life, but it was mostly writers and musicians who used to live in lofty rooms because, as you know, the life of an artist is a crazy Ferris wheel, and many of them told me similar anecdotes about their coexistence... There were also actors, including my son, hahahaha when he started flying solo...
I've known tough times, but thank God I've always had my own home, so when I heard their stories, they affected me greatly, thinking about the absurdity of those who have similar problems and, instead of creating an empathetic brotherhood, they create a territory of hatred... although of course it wasn't always like that, thank goodness!!!
I've been familiar with the slamming doors since when I lived in an apartment in Madrid, there were some neighbors who didn't care about the banging on the doors when they closed them... and that got on my nerves, how silly, right?
But back to the song... I wanted to portray a character who will always exist in our society and who many of us are sure to know... The loneliness of the nonexistent is something that grows immeasurably in our society... and that scares and saddens me because there are many valuable beings lost in their shadows.
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Hey Mora , like always you have your own style , Sounds great
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Young men! First become a tradesman, then become an artist. Fewer doors slammed that way, hahaha.
Nice family project here, Mora. And I admire your visual skill so much.
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As always... I'm captivated!
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When it comes to songwriting, there is such a wide range of styles, purposes, and personalities - and this song is a very good example of the power of that totally enjoyable diversity :-)
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Muy bien hecho, lo siento hermano 🙂
I can really hear the anonymous, cramped apartment building — the sense of being driven, and the contrast with the longing for peace. You’re using strong imagery, and I especially like the open ending. Very nice.
P.S. Just a tiny typo: it should be wrinkled clothes.
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