
Screaming Viva
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- latin rock
- pop rock
- latin pop
- rock
- latin
- blues rock
- guitar
- electric guitar
- rhythmic
- passionate
- romantic
- warm
- melodic
- male vocalist
- 1990s
- spanish
- percussion
- latin dance
- good artist
- drums
- mysterious
- melancholic
- bittersweet
- ominous
- sombre
Lyrics
Heavy Guitar Intro
Verse 1
Gasolina and a map that's torn in two
The radiator’s humming something blue
Passed a federal truck outside of Monterrey
Left a trail of red dust in the rearview bay
My leather jacket’s sticking to the seat
The asphalt’s making ripples in the heat
Got a Saint Christopher shaking on the dash
While I’m burning through the toll booths with my cash
Pre-Chorus
The horizon’s just a line I’m tryna break
With a thirst that all the Mezcal couldn’t slake
Yeah, the engine’s screaming "viva" to the sky
(Dale, dale)
Chorus
Across the desert, through the jungle, to the coast
Chasing every memory like a ghost
From the mountains down to Oaxaca’s gold
I’m driving till the story’s all been told
Yeah, the tires are screaming on the 101
Just a silhouette against a setting sun
(Oye, ¡qué viaje!)
Verse 2
Stopped for tacos at a stand in Michoacán
The old man told me, "Go as far as you can"
Through the Guadalajara rain at 3 AM
The city lights are sparkling like a gem
But I didn’t come to settle, didn’t come to stay
I’m a thousand miles from where I threw my life away
In the shadow of the Popo, feeling small
Listening to the transmission start to stall
Pre-Chorus
But the horizon’s just a line I’m tryna break
With a thirst that all the Mezcal couldn’t slake
Yeah, the engine’s screaming "viva" to the sky
(¡Súbelo!)
Chorus
Across the desert, through the jungle, to the coast
Chasing every memory like a ghost
From the mountains down to Oaxaca’s gold
I’m driving till the story’s all been told
Yeah, the tires are screaming on the 101
Just a silhouette against a setting sun
Bridge
I can smell the salt air blowing through the pines
Crossing over all the state and mental lines
The clutch is slipping but the spirit’s getting tight
I’m gonna hit the Yucatán by Friday night
(¡Vámonos!)
(¡Que no pare!)
Chorus
Across the desert, through the jungle, to the coast
Chasing every memory like a ghost
From the mountains down to Oaxaca’s gold
I’m driving till the story’s all been told
Yeah, the tires are screaming on the 101
Just a silhouette against a setting sun
Instrumental Break
Outro
Keep driving
Solo sigue
Past the ruins, past the wires
Solo sigue
Burning rubber, chasing fires
Mexico is breathing in the dark
(Se siente en la sangre)
Yeah, it's breathing in the dark
Just keep the wheels turning
(Eso es)
Don't stop the engine now.
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