Santo Desmind Volumen 2 es un grito con máscara, una mezcla de protesta, amor y rock con identidad mexicana.
Este disco reúne rolas originales que van desde lo más íntimo hasta lo más político:

Aquí Estoy
La Niña
Como Tienes Todo
Sudáfrica
Happy Punk (nuestro único tema en inglés, una crítica directa al neoliberalismo disfrazado de progreso).
Pero como buenos enmascarados, no podíamos dejar fuera lo que nos define: las versiones rockeras de la música mexicana que corre por nuestras venas.
Incluye adaptaciones de clásicos como:

Ay Chabela
Payaso (Javier Solís)
Caminos de Guanajuato
Ella (José Alfredo Jiménez)
México Lindo y Querido
La Cucaracha (versión política 2012)
Guitarras distorsionadas, gritos con causa, y puro amor por esta tierra…
Esto no es un disco, es un desmadre con sentido.

#santodesmind #ninospelanproductions

Tienes Todo

[Verse 1]  
She couldn't shake the memories, and that was the problem  
“She has reached a new awareness,” the analyst said so calm  
Like we weren’t watching a world unravel, slipping from our palms  
Fingers laced, he leaned back, detached from the storm we were in  

[Pre Chorus]  
And the words, they twist and turn  
No longer mine to command or burn  
What’s real is fading fast, I see  
The line breaks down inside of me  

[Chorus]  
Ink-stained hands reach through the page  
Theresa rises in a quiet rage  
This world I made is not my own  
And now I face it all alone  
Let the paper tear, let fiction fight  
I’m stepping in to make this right  

[Guitar Solo 1]

[Verse 2]  
Frustration spilled like waves on a brittle shore  
Pressed my pen to paper, but it’s not mine anymore  
“They belong to her,” I whispered, like a curse or vow  
“This isn’t your world,” I see that now  

[Pre Chorus]  
And the words, they twist and turn  
No longer mine to command or burn  
What’s real is fading fast, I see  
The line breaks down inside of me  

[Chorus]  
Ink-stained hands reach through the page  
Theresa rises in a quiet rage  
This world I made is not my own  
And now I face it all alone  
Let the paper tear, let fiction fight  
I’m stepping in to make this right  

[Guitar Solo 2]

[Verse 3]  
“Damn it,” I muttered, clenched teeth and fire  
“If this keeps spiraling, we’ll lose the wire”  
Not poetic—just the edge of real and dreamed  
Only one way left: dive into the stream  

[Verse 4]  
A golden tag floated, buzzing bright  
My delay had cost us the final light  
Then the page split open with ghostly cries  
Theresa stepped out, tears in her eyes  

[Pre Chorus]  
And the words, they twist and turn  
No longer mine to command or burn  
What’s real is fading fast, I see  
The line breaks down inside of me  

[Chorus]  
Ink-stained hands reach through the page  
Theresa rises in a quiet rage  
This world I made is not my own  
And now I face it all alone  
Let the paper tear, let fiction fight  
I’m stepping in to make this right  

[Guitar Solo 3 - Emotional climax]

[Outro - Repeat Chorus softly, fading out]  
Ink-stained hands reach through the page  
Theresa rises in a quiet rage  
This world I made is not my own  
And now I face it all alone  
Let the paper tear, let fiction fight  
I’m stepping in to make this right  

[End]  
[fade-out]


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