There’s a river in my soul, slow and smoky, deep and bold
Branches dancing in the haze, secrets only moonlight told
I stand barefoot near the flame, heart like congas, wild and fast
No road ahead, just pulse and breath—each moment might be my last

What if the treasure’s wrapped in clay?
What if the ghosts still want to stay?
But baby, no—I won’t turn back,
The rhythm leads, I trust the track

🎶 So I dive in, I dive in
Fake a smile 'til joy begins
Let the river kiss my skin
This is life—I dance within
I dive in, I dive in
Not in fear, but fierce with grin
Let the thunder roll and rise
I’ll be glowing when I arrive 🎶

Maybe there’s gold beneath this mud,
Or maybe silence hides the flood
But standing still’s a sweet disguise—
I'd rather fall than fossilize

No gentle voice to guide my way
Just rhythm shadows where I sway
I give my heart, no veil, no mask
And breathe the heat like summer jazz

🎶 So I dive in, I dive in
Fake a smile 'til joy begins
Let the river kiss my skin
This is life—I dance within
I dive in, I dive in
Not in fear, but fierce with grin
Let the thunder roll and rise
I’ll be glowing when I arrive 🎶

No rope to pull, no simple line
Just the clave keeping time
But I’m no glass, I’m not that thin—
I’m maracas, fire, and wind

And if I sink into the sound
I’ll rise up when that groove comes 'round
Not every shadow means retreat—
Some test the fire beneath your feet

🎶 So I dive in, I dive in
Where the dark and light begin
Let it spin me, drown me sweet—
Still I find my dancing feet
I dive in, I dive in
With a soul too loud to dim
Storms may whisper, doubt may cry—
But I’ve got joy they can’t deny 🎶

Take a breath… and sway… and feel…
The deepest waters… teach us real. 🌊

Dive In (Latin Jazz Version)

You placed me gently on the tray,
Said “Just a minute” — then slipped away.
The oven hummed a lullaby,
While sugar dreams began to fry.

I rose for you — soft, round, and proud,
Till smoke replaced the cocoa cloud.
You missed the timer’s subtle plea,
Now I’m a love lost to pastry.

Scent of longing, spice and ash,
Heat that made the sweetness crash.
No gentle breeze, no saving grace —
Just fire dancing in my place.

🎵 Baked with love — but left too long,
Turned my song into a smoky song.
Cracks of sugar, lips once kissed,
Now I crumble in a cloud of mist.
You were gone, and I stayed brave —
Till sirens cooled what heat I gave.
And all that’s left? A quiet plate —
Of love that didn’t marinate. 🎵

You peeked in once — then turned away,
While butter sighed in soft decay.
A cookie waits, it does not cry...
But midnight knows when lovers lie.

They came with hoses and flashing light...
But darling, it wasn’t a fire to fight.
It was a recipe, left unread —
A warm goodbye in crusty bread.

🎵 Baked with love — and sweet mistake,
Too hot to hold, too slow to break.
I rose for joy, I browned for care,
But no one told you I was there.
So let me fade like kitchen steam,
A cookie scorched from love’s soft dream.
You’ll taste me still — in songs, in sighs,
Where every oven holds goodbyes. 🎵

Baked with Love (Latin Jazz)

A smooth, modern soulful jazz ballad — heartfelt, elegant, and deeply personal.
This song tells the story of a graceful goodbye, holding on to gratitude, sweet memories, and the quiet ache of letting go.

With its blend of contemporary jazz, soft pop, and a touch of blue, the sound captures the vibe of a modern luxury jazz lounge — intimate, warm, and emotionally rich.

Ideal for late-night reflections, or for anyone who’s ever said goodbye with love still in their heart.

🎷✨ Genre: Smooth Soulful Jazz / Contemporary Pop-Jazz
🎧 Best experienced with headphones and a quiet moment.

THANKS : ขอบคุณ

“That Saturday… that Sunday… the quiet rhythm you worked for. A glass of whiskey in your hand, wifey preparing something nice in the kitchen, before she joins you, kids’ voices filling the air. Or maybe it’s just you and a few close friends, Laughter in the air, Jazz in the background, the week finally slowing down. This isn’t luck, it’s the life you built, one calm moment at a time.”

Perfect Gentleman

Hi, thanks for listening.

Every track I make comes from real life, the pain, the joy, the scars, the love.

I sing, I play instruments, and I also use AI as an instrument : shaping every sound until it speaks my truth.

These songs carry my soul. 

I have lived, I have lost, I have risen, and I am still standing.

If my songs speak to you, please like and share them, someone else out there might need the message too.

This is my story. My lyrics. My song.

King Chico

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

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