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The day they caused a jam
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The energy and rhythm of city life, where the chaos of daily traffic meets the freeing power of music. As jazz melodies rise above the gridlock, the song reminds us to embrace the moment, find peace in motion, and let life flow.
Charts
#18 in subgenre today Peak #5
Charts
Peak #34
Author
Overseri
Rights
Overseri
Uploaded
February 04, 2025
MP3
MP3 10.6 MB, 320 kbps, 4:37
Lossless
WAV 77.3 MB
Meta Data
BPM
128
Beat
4/4
Key
E ♭ min
Vocals
Female
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Story behind the song
A reflection on the daily grind of city life and the unexpected beauty hidden within chaos. Inspired by the overwhelming rush of crowded streets, honking horns, and endless traffic, the song portrays the feeling of being stuckboth physically in traffic and metaphorically in life. However, amidst the frustration, a moment of clarity emerges. Music, particularly the jazz of Herbie Hancock and Márcio Montarroyos, becomes a liberating force, transforming the gridlock into something almost poetic. The song highlights how art and rhythm can turn even the most mundane struggles into moments of peace and inspiration. Ultimately, its a tribute to resilience, adaptability, and the idea that life isnt just about the destination but about embracing the journeyeven when it moves slower than wed like.
Lyrics
Traffic lights shone red and green, Horns were blaring steam. City roads, a crowded scene, Lost in the machine. Morning rush, we couldn't flee, Dreams were stuck like me. Radio played endlessly, Songs of yesterday. Oh, the day they caused a jam, We were caught, we didn't plan. A rolling sea of cars and men, Wishing to drive our dreams again. We embrace the chaos, find our groove, In the gridlock, we learn to move. We don't care what others say, We choose to live it just this way. In the heart of the bustling street, From car radios, a sudden treat: Herbie Hancock and Márcio Montarroyos play. Their jazz clears traffic's disarray. We let the traffic lights turn, Making our way through urban churn. No rush, no push, no push, no rush, Just there and then, embracing life's hope, somehow. Music frees the soul from strife, In life's traffic, we find our peace at last.
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