Mañana

I always felt for Oliver’s sweet red rose seller in “Who Will Buy?” because although she made the effort to get out of bed before anyone else, she was all too soon overcome by an onslaught of other traders. She didn’t stand a chance. I began to think about her backstory…
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"Mañana" is a song about Depression. It stages a fictional dialogue between the woman and a man (a carer or close friend).

Our flower merchant been driven to delusion by the opportunities and promises - a bicycle, a boyfriend, and a baby - that life repeatedly wafts in front of her, and subsequently withdraws, because she is too ‘slow’ (this is why she wakes up early in the morning - to get a head start on the rest of the world).

The man voices the laissez-faire (“let it go”) sentiments of those around her, shutting her down, and gaslighting her into thinking that these offers and withdrawals were merely figs of her imagination.

The fools in the background enact the ephemeral phantoms, jokers and flag wavers who conglomerate around to heckle and jeer at her imminent disillusionment. 👻🚩

In the end, she wonders where all the people have gone, and finds herself alone in the waiting room, forced to confront her solitude. The worst shock she must endure is the possibility that the voices in her head are not ghosts; they are projections of her inner turmoil.

Ultimately, “Mañana” highlights the paralysing sense of abandonment one can feel, when stuck inside one’s own head, unable to articulate oneself, let alone trust…

“Mañana” / “Madrugada” (“morning” / “night”) = while the rest of the world continues; for some, being a prisoner of the mind can be a perpetual, daily, nightly, reality… 🌹🥀

​And here is the voice behind the song, our amazing chica Latina, Daniela! 💙

Listen here:
https://soundcloud.com/redandblackmusic/snippet-03-manana

Rise and shine to “Verano” on all major music stores 27th March. 🐓🌅

Red & Black Music · Snippet 03 Mañana

Llévame a caminar, mi amor
Llévame a pasear, por favor 🚲
No te llevaré a caminar
No tenemos bicicleta 🚳

Pensé que escuché a mi bebé 👶
Llamando a su pobre madre 🤰
No escuchaste a ningún bebé
Fue algo que imaginaste 🚼

Pensé que escuché a mi hombre
Rogando le a su esposa 👨
No sabrás de ningún hombre
No estamos casados, mujer 💍

Me levanté esta mañana
A encontrar que el sueño se fue
Es hora de enfrentar la realidad
Y ahora confrontar mi soledad 😪

Dondé se ha ido la gente
La gente más importante
No había gente en ese lugar
Eres el único aca
Mañana, y el sueño perdurara... 😴

Take me for a ride, my love
Take me for a ride, please 🚲
I won't take you for a ride
We don't have a bicycle 🚳

I thought I heard my baby 👶
Calling for her poor mother 🤰
You didn't hear any baby
It was something you imagined 🚼

I thought I heard my man
Begging for his wife 👨
You won't hear from any man
We are not married, woman 💍

I woke up this morning
To find that the dream went away
It's time to face reality
And now confront my loneliness 😪

Where have the people gone?
The most important people
There are no people in this place
You are the only one here
Morning, and the dream lingers on... 😴