More songs by Leiva
Description
The world seems to have gone mad - smiling at the camera, consuming content, baking sourdough bread, and teaching algorithms to love hashtags. And somewhere among the neon signs and series about killers, there is a tired shadow of someone who once lived a real life. Where there used to be the noise of thunderstorms and the madness of youth, now there are TikToks, restless sleep, and legal chaos. Everything is spinning too fast, too brightly, too similarly. And you want to press “pause” at least once, turn off the lights, and remember what it's like to just breathe, without filters, without likes, without phantom voices in your head.
Lyrics and music: Leiva
Drums, acoustic guitar, vocals, and percussion: Leiva
Piano, Hammond organ, and vocals: César Pop.
Bass and vocals: Mateo Sudjatovich
Electric guitar and vocals: Juancho Sidecars
Producer: Leyva
Recorded at Sonic Ranch, Tornillo, Texas.
Recording and mixing engineer: Gerardo “Jerry” Ordóñez.
Recording assistants: Joshua San Martín / Mario Ramírez
Mastering: Oscar Clavel at Bahía Estudios.
Executive producer: Paco López
Project coordinator: Paz Vila
Lyrics and translation
Original
Extraño tanto nuestros años salvajes
Tumbados en la tempestad
Ahora solo vivo envuelto en orgías de selfies
Revirtiendo depresiones postgira
Sorteando la hiperrealidad
Empachado de homicidas chiflados en Netflix
No he dormido de un tirón desde hace meses
Mi cuestión con el alcohol crece
¿Será que necesito ayuda?
Lo he pensado varias veces
Siempre hay una buena excusa y no me convence
Serial killers, masa madre
TikTok y su puta madre
El mundo de hoy no me pertenece
Solo es una suerte de manicomio mío
Lo que alcanzo a ver con un solo ojo
Es suficiente realidad
Insaciable mundo herido de egos y odios
Mira los buitres esquilmando el negocio
A mí todo me suena igual
Un algoritmo acelerando el latido
Causando destrozos
Los neones nunca son lo que parecen
Mi terror antes del show crece
¿Será que rozo la locura?
Lo he pensado varias veces
Son mis picos de amargura y cuentas pendientes
Serial killers, masa madre
TikTok y su puta madre
El mundo de hoy no me pertenece
Solo es una suerte de manicomio mío
Siempre esas voces
Esas voces fantasma
He andado desquiciado de más
Dándome la espalda
Siempre esas voces
Esas voces fantasma
Creo que tengo que frenar
Tomarlo con calma
Siempre esas voces
Esas voces fantasma
He andado desquiciado de más
Dándome la espalda
Siempre esas voces
Esas voces fantasma
Creo que tengo que frenar
Tomarlo con calma
Siempre esas voces
Esas voces fantasma
He andado desquiciado de más
Dándome la espalda
Siempre esas voces
Esas voces fantasma
Creo que tengo que frenar
Tomarlo con calma
English translation
I miss our wild years so much
Lying in the storm
Now I only live wrapped in selfie orgies
Reversing post-tour depression
Sorting out hyperreality
Full of crazy murderers on Netflix
I haven't slept straight in months
My problem with alcohol grows
Do I need help?
I have thought about it several times
There is always a good excuse and it doesn't convince me
Serial killers, sourdough
TikTok and its fucking mother
The world today does not belong to me
It's just a kind of madhouse of mine
What I can see with one eye
It's enough reality
Insatiable world wounded by egos and hatred
See the vultures fleecing the business
It all sounds the same to me
An algorithm speeding up the heartbeat
causing destruction
Neons are never what they seem
My terror before the show grows
Could it be that I am bordering on madness?
I have thought about it several times
They are my peaks of bitterness and pending accounts
Serial killers, sourdough
TikTok and its fucking mother
The world today does not belong to me
It's just a kind of madhouse of mine
Always those voices
Those ghost voices
I have been crazy too much
turning your back on me
Always those voices
Those ghost voices
I think I have to stop
Take it easy
Always those voices
Those ghost voices
I have been crazy too much
turning your back on me
Always those voices
Those ghost voices
I think I have to stop
Take it easy
Always those voices
Those ghost voices
I have been crazy too much
turning your back on me
Always those voices
Those ghost voices
I think I have to stop
Take it easy