CLOSER / WITHOUT YOU
PIGS DON'T FLY
Longing for someone who doesn't want you back.
AmiiiMore than fine by God’s design
Struck by lightning, so divine
She goated, she goated
Ain’t love me back but she want it
Eye contact a strong opponent
Softest touch, I’m so devoted
More than fine by God’s design
Struck by lightning, so divine
Yeah-
Going fast in the S-class
Rolling down the glass while I’m smoking on an ex pack
Two spades and we digging up stories
Boys in the back give a fuck what the soul needs
Go-go-go monster party
Champagne thoughts but we choose Bacardi
Little by little, she get nude around me
No panties, lips are candy
She never say no, she that flexible
Can’t drive manual but grips the pole
Polar opposite magnetism,
Initiates it, and first to come
Hoes Fein, I be sick of that noise
Soft jabs, they be sick of my poise
Blow a rack on her Fendy o’ choice
Hiding in the back, cus I’m sick of the noise
More than fine by God’s design
Struck by lightning, so divine
She goated, she goated
Ain’t love me back but she want it
Eye contact a strong opponent
Softest touch, I’m so devoted
More than fine by God’s design
Struck by lightning, so divine
We closer but on our own
An impostor in all my songs
You’re taunting me all night long
Without you, I can’t keep on
Way-oh way-oh way-oh
Way-oh way-oh way-oh
Way-oh way-oh way-oh
Way-oh way-oh way-oh
(More than fine by God's design)
(Struck by lightning so divine)
(Mo-more than fine by God's design)
(Mo-more than fine by God's design)
(More than fine by God's design)
(Struck by lightning so divine)
(Mo-more than fine by God's design)
(Mo-more than fine by God's design)
If I wake up tomorrow, I'll look for the light
Through the holes in my blinds, soft winds drive a kite
And don't you want to come and fly with me, babe?
You want to touch the sky with me?
Without you, without you I
Without you, without you I
Without you, without you I
Can't keep on
Without you, without you I
Without you, without you I
Without you, I just can't keep on
Oh-oh
Won’t back down, I want you now
Can’t go on, without you now
Question, need your answer now
Bless me, you're the queen I have to crown
Won’t back down, I want you now
Can’t go on, without you now
Question, need your answer now
Bless me, you're the queen I have to crown
Won't you come give me a sign tonight, my baby?
Yeah, can't we come together this time? Come save me.
Won't you come give me a sign tonight, my baby?
Cause you, make it all alright
the project.
PIGS DON'T FLY
A raw portrayal of lust, substance abuse, and emotional dependency folding in on each other – 'til DEATH do us PARTY traces a cycle of desire, escape, and despair, never staying still long enough to heal. Hypnotic, aggressive, and conceived primarily as a live experience, the record marks a clear departure from the band's introspective jazz-rap debut. The songs quickly turn from clean to distorted, from reflection to impulse, painting both the fallout and the rush of the lifestyle they describe. The EP gathers fragments of nights, relationships, and regrets, all circling the same question of whether change is really happening at all.
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PIGS DON'T FLY
PIGS DON'T FLY are a self-produced, Argentine-Italian music duo from Madrid. They make hip hop, house, and rnb with a common thread: rap. They met as kids at school, quickly grew to become good friends, and just as quickly lost each other when Nachi moved back to Argentina. Years later, when he came back to Spain and started publishing music, Don Le heard and got in touch claiming to be a rapper. The claim held up. From their surnames Moreno and Porchietto came "BROWN PIGS", which didn't survive being said out loud, but inspired the name that stuck. A raw, literal response to the idiom saying 'when pigs fly': "PIGS DON'T FLY". Their first EP, "Eyes closed, mind full throttle", comprises four tracks built on slow, introspective jazz-rap: deliberate avoidance, the noise it fails to quiet, loneliness, and self-medication. Next, and louder — house, club, and sample-driven; clean one bar and distorted the next. Six tracks on romance, substance abuse, and codependence folding into each other, moving fast enough never to heal: "'til DEATH do us PARTY".
credits.
Songwriting
- Composer
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno
- Author
- Alessandro "Don Le" Porchietto
- Author
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno
- Author
- Javier "JaMBo NaPHuLA" Rodriguez
Production
- Producer
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno at dreamsdemos.
- Additional Production
- Alessandro "Don Le" Porchietto
- Additional Production
- Javier "JaMBo NaPHuLA" Rodriguez
Performances
- Primary Artist
- PIGS DON'T FLY
- Featured Artist
- Javier "JaMBo NaPHuLA" Rodriguez
- Vocalist
- Alessandro "Don Le" Porchietto
- Vocalist
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno
- Vocalist
- Javier "JaMBo NaPHuLA" Rodriguez
Engineering
- Recording Engineer
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno at dreamsdemos.
- Mix Engineer
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno at dreamsdemos.
