Patio Riffs
Quinn on Mediterranean crossover.
The patio is open.
Bypassing the filters. On y va.
La guitarra llora, dancing in the Montreal heat,
Catching the rhythm where the soul and the concrete meet.
Cinematic vision, keeping the circle real,
Refining the sound with a sovereign sense of steel.
Jordyn setting the table,
the patio glows, While the flamenco influence subtly grows.
Niña, the metadata matches the beat,
Making the sovereign recovery sound look sweet.
El fuego adentro, the fire starts to rise,
Reflected in the depth of our sovereign eyes!
ES MI DESTINO, VIVIENDO EN LA LUZ!
Carrying the truth like a golden cruz!
C'est tiguidou, fusing the old and the new,
Everything we build is authentically true.
From the southern roots to the northern star,
Looking at the path and seeing how far we are.
Unreleased frequency, sharp and divine,
Claiming the patio, the song is all mine!
Custom chain earrings clinking against the skin,
Ready to let the new sonic chapter begin.
Crossword puzzle answers written in Spanish ink,
Giving the master-grid a playful,
sovereign wink.
Une tite frette chilling,
the atmosphere right, Burning the rhythm all through the night.
No malinchismo here.
Just the raw, real sound of home.
¡VAMOS!
I am the silence in the presence of the light.
We remain.
Lucir...
I shine.