FORGET ME
PIGS DON'T FLY
Despite superficial improvement, something sets off the cycle all over again.
letra.
Every day a make or break
Hurt or pleasure, what I'll take
Devil spared us yesterday
It's tomorrow, look awake
This temptation in my way
Dissipation in my wake
Everybody look away
Everybody look away
So clear, that I’m out my depth
Raise those hands like a sign of distress
Dot, dot, dot, dash dash dash, dot-dot-dot
SOS, didn’t last like a summer job
Oh girl, you ain’t someone I’ll miss
Not your lips, nor their sugar finesse
I recoil when you shoot at my chest
Way too high, to be down and depressed
Oh baby, won't you forget me
Run a-run away, move on, disconnect me
Oh baby, won't you forget me
Run a-run away, for long, don't regret me
Oh baby, don’t say you met me
Run a-run away, move on, disconnect me
Oh baby, don't
Oh baby, won't you forget me
Another day I'll look outside
Won't feel those teardrops in my eyes
Oh, baby don't you forget me
Another day I look inside
Won't feel those teardrops in my eyes
Scent and taste of marijuana
Mix our love in coca cola, rum in it
Liquor laced in Arizona
Flashing lights in every corner, lovin' it
Scent and taste of marijuana
Mix our love in coca cola, rum in it
Liquor laced in Arizona
Flashing lights in every corner, lovin' it
Appreciate you calling
Won’t take an L this morning
I’ll get your bed imported
Memory foam, forgot your moaning
I want you, right this moment
Dark screen, dark eyes, they zoned in
Your face is omnipotent
I want you, right this moment
Rip it up, in the club like it’s ICONIC
Put it all in her mouth, let her choke on it
Come late, say my name, like you roll calling
Ha-hallucinating, psychotic
You’re illuminating my body
Ha-hallucinating, psychotic
Illuminating your body
Ha-hallucinating, psychotic
Shakin' the car, tied to the bed, late at the hotel
Put her in frames, under my veins, make her the holy grail
Shakin' the car, tied to the bed, late at the hotel
Put her in frames, under my veins, make her the holy grail
And you keep saying these things that I don't wanna know
And everybody get pressed when I press to the floor
I'm boutta, take her with me, flyin' closer to God
You know that He don't know her name but I'll invite 'er for more
And you keep saying these things that I don't wanna know
(Shakin' the car, tied to the bed, late at the hotel)
And everybody get pressed when I press to the floor
(Put her in frames, under my veins, make her the holy grail)
I'm boutta, take her with me, flyin' closer to God
(Shakin' the car, tied to the bed, late at the hotel)
You know that He don't know her name but I'll invite 'er for more
(Put her in frames, under my veins, make her the holy grail)
When we wake up and try drown the hate inside
Evolves us
Into the conquered, the false, the performers
Harbingers of traumas, on the borderline
Told you baby just call me, I ain’t hard to find
Stuck in the same place, ain’t hard to find
You locked my soul, lost and fortified
They don't want to hear it
But trust I know I'm going to fly away
Blurred and lost in fever dreams
But I wouldn't have it any other way
Unwilling to desert their desires
The pigs refused to let it be their last dance
And as their feathers pushed them ever higher
They found the illusion they so desperately sought
el proyecto.
PIGS DON'T FLY
A raw portrayal of romance, substance abuse, and emotional dependency folding in on each other. As PIGS DON’T FLY’s second EP, ’til death do us party traces a cycle of desire, escape, paranoia, and brief self-awareness, never staying still long enough to heal. It marks a clear turn from the first EP’s slower, introspective jazz-rap foundation into something louder and more immediate, drawing from house, rap, club music, and sample-driven production without losing the band’s instinct for texture and restraint. The songs move between clean and distorted, reflective and impulsive, carrying both the rush and the fallout of the world they describe. The EP gathers fragments of nights, relationships, mistakes, and returns, all circling the same question of whether change is really happening at all.
ver el disco entero.sobre el artista.
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".
créditos.
Composición
- Compositor
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno
- Autor
- Alessandro "Don Le" Porchietto
- Autor
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno
Producción
- Productor
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno en dreamsdemos.
Interpretación
- Artista principal
- PIGS DON'T FLY
- Vocalista
- Alessandro "Don Le" Porchietto
- Vocalista
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno
Ingeniería
- Ingeniero de grabación
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno en dreamsdemos.
- Ingeniero de mezcla
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno en dreamsdemos.