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Pacha Mumu
01/02/2026
Rodrigo Alberto Rivadeneyra Miranda
Rodrigo Alberto Rivadeneyra Miranda
,
Rodrigo Alberto Rivadeneyra Miranda
,
(Verse 1)
The jeep kicks up a red dust cloud
A solitary, moving shroud
The Andes in the rearview fade to blue
The ferns reach out to scrape the door
A path not taken here before
GPS just static that I’m listening to
The air is thick with green and sound
Where lost thoughts are the only ground
A toucan’s cry, a sharp and fleeting stitch
I’m talking to the steering wheel
Trying hard, this hard, to feel
Which version of myself is it I’m trying to switch?
(Chorus)
And I’m driving to get empty
Just me and the trees and the slope
Letting go of the city
And the ghost of a hope
In the dappled light, the fractured light
It’s alright, it’s alright
Just me and the hum of the engine tonight
(Verse 2)
The road becomes a narrow vein
A sudden, sweet, insistent rain
Smells of soil and petrol mix and rise
I pass a crumbling, old stone wall
A memory I can’t recall
Just watching my own shadow in my eyes
The twilight starts to sink and pool
And cools the fevered, inner duel
The jungle breathes me in, I am its guest
All the questions, sharp and loud
Dissolve into the coming cloud
This lonely kind of silence feels the best
(Chorus)
And I’m driving to get empty
Just me and the trees and the slope
Letting go of the city
And the ghost of a hope
In the indigo light, the satellite light
It’s alright, it’s alright
Just me and the beat of a synth in the night
(Bridge)
Then a bend, a string of lights appears
A melody that greets my ears
A pulsing, soft, synthetic, warm refrain
A hidden terrace on the hill
The world is suddenly too still
I cut the engine, let the quiet drain
I stand beside the open door
A face they’ve never seen before
Watching silhouettes against the sky
They’re dancing slow, they’re wrapped in sound
Their joy is moving, underground
And for a moment, I remember why…
(Chorus)
But I came here to get empty
Just me and the breeze and the slope
A spectator of party
And a keeper of hope
In the neon light, the borrowed light
It’s profound, but not right
So I turn back to the deeper dark of the night
(Outro)
The road accepts me once again
A solitary, moving friend
The party’s glow a dying star behind
The jungle thinks in lo-fi beats
In humid, slow, repeating treats
I left my solitude, and yet, I find…
I left my solitude, and yet, I find…
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