Delicious Grace - Pistoleiro Dimas

Happy new year, everyone!

So, We've got a new song. This one is portuguese. I really hope you don't mind it. Just enjoy the song if possible. But to give you all a general idea of what the song is about I'll try to ''explain'' it in a few words:

This song is about a kind of a legend that tells a story of a man who turns into a killer, a hitman, to provide for his family. It consistantly happens accross northeast Brazil especially. Not in this romantic scene though. Hope you enjoy it.   




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My previous songs:
https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/songs-for-review/2/delicious-grace-on-my-way-to-you
https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/songs-for-review/2/delicious-grace-the-boy-from-memphis-demo
https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/songs-for-review/2/delicious-grace-chaos-and-shame
https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/songs-for-review/2/delicous-grace-nocturnal
https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/songs-for-review/2/delicious-grace-queen-of-england
https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/songs-for-review/2/delicious-grace-desperate
https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/songs-for-review/2/delicious-grace-stormy-west
https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/songs-for-review/2/delicious-grace-wonder
https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/songs-for-review/2/delicious-grace-rosa-glamurosa
https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/songs-for-review/2/delicious-grace-my-last-rock-n-roll

Lyrics:

Me desculpe seu delegado
Pelo que vou lhe dizer
Estupidez e ignorância
Tenho pra dar e vender

A vida nem sempre foi fácil
Pelas bandas de lá vou eu
Quando o frio e o cansaço
Sobre mim se abateu

Uma missão me foi dada
E pelo patrão acordada
Eu venho de Aracajú
Pra matar uma boiada!

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Quando a chuva se esgotou
Pelas bandas do meu sertão
A poeira levantou e ninguém teve compaixão

O cabo da enxada foi uma saída pontual
Mas o medo e a cachaça me marcaram pelo mal

O destino ia mudando
Passando de mão em mão
A frieza da pistola virou minha consolação

Se perguntares por onde andei
Mundo afora, noite adentro
Direi ao meu filho mais velho
Não faltou sofrimento

Não carrego mais no peito
Aquele ódio visceral
Pois matar virou rotina
Não me livro deste mal

O destino vai mudando
Passando de mão em mão
Mas continuo com a pistola pois é minha consolação

Vou tentar
Não vou resistir
Não vou controlar

Vou mudar
Pois viver assim
Outra vez não dá!

@alcapone_dudu  - great strong piece. Loved the ending with the driving beat and build-up.
There were some places where I found the reverb on the vocals sounding a bit (just a tiny bit) unnatural.
But apart from that - well done!

@alcapone_dudu  - great strong piece. Loved the ending with the driving beat and build-up.
There were some places where I found the reverb on the vocals sounding a bit (just a tiny bit) unnatural.
But apart from that - well done!

I see what you mean. Thank you very much for giving it a try.