Blues Mañana

Welcome to Blues Mañana—a visual and sociological commentary on La Malagueta in the 1970s. How much tourism can a paradise take before it loses its soul? Artwork: 2x2 meter.
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[Verse 1]

Golden sun on the concrete wall

The old shipyard is bound to fall

The sand is hot under shifting feet

A million shadows on a crowded street

The fisherman pushes his boat out slow

While the plastic umbrellas start to grow

[Chorus]

Oh, Malagueta, under the sun so bright

We drink a cold cerveza, everything's right

But the local culture is running out of space

To the heavy rhythm of a tourist place

Málaga mía... what did we do?

Singing the 1971 blues.

[Verse 2]

The guiris are laughing, enjoying the view

A little more fiesta, something brand new

We look at the lighthouse standing so tall

But the shadow of tomorrow is starting to fall

They say we can fix it, they say it's okay

But we'll push the trouble to another day

[Bridge: Dramatic electric guitar solo, retro 70s rock organ build-up]

Mira la playa, full of desire

The old world is burning in a neon fire

No time for the history, no time for the art

Just a sun-kissed dream in the tourist heart

Don't worry about the pressure, don't worry about the sorrow

We will think about the locals... mañana, mañana.

[Chorus]

Oh, Malagueta, under the sun so bright

We drink a cold cerveza, everything's right

But the local culture is running out of space

To the heavy rhythm of a tourist place

Málaga mía... what did we do?

Singing the 1971 blues.

[Outro: Music slows down to a steady acoustic groove, very soulful]

No more space for the fishing net

Underneath a golden sunset

Wave goodbye, say adiós to the heart...

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