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Dance With Me, Mijo

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Piano Pop Ballad sample

Dance With Me, Mijo

Piano Pop Ballad

An original example about a mother-son dance for Mateo's December wedding to Grace, from the mom who raised him on her own from age three in a one-bedroom apartment in Albuquerque, where he got the bedroom and she took the couch for six years. It recalls her cowbell in the stands at his ballgames while he pretended not to know her, the flashcards he made at ten when she went back to school at night for her degree, free sunsets watching the Sandias turn pink from the West Mesa, and his grandmother's cumbia records. She has always called him mijo.

The people and story in this song are fictional.

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The sound of this song

Slow modern piano ballad at 70 BPM with felt piano and soft sub bass. Breathy, close-mic female alto with stacked harmonies on the hook. Airy synth pad, live drums from the first chorus and a stripped bridge.

“An original example of a mother-son wedding dance: a slow piano ballad from a single mom to her son, Mateo.”

Sound

What to listen for

  • Slow modern piano ballad at 70 BPM with felt piano and soft sub bass.
  • Breathy, close-mic female alto with stacked harmonies on the hook.
  • Airy synth pad, live drums from the first chorus and a stripped bridge.

Lyrics

Lyrics from Dance With Me, Mijo

You were three when it became just us One bedroom out in Albuquerque You got the door that closed at night I got the couch, six years' worth And Mateo, I'd do it all again Every creaky spring of it I'd do it all again

It's December, and Grace is waiting So give your mom one more

Stand on my feet like you used to Grandma's cumbia, soft and slow One more turn before I let go Dance with me, mijo

At every ballgame, there I came With a cowbell, loudest in the stands You'd look away like you didn't know me Like you'd never heard my name Then nights I went back for my degree You were ten, with flashcards at dinner Quizzing me until I'd know

Stand on my feet like you used to Grandma's cumbia, soft and slow One more turn before I let go Dance with me, mijo

When the money ran thin, we'd drive Out to the West Mesa, it was free We'd watch the Sandias turning pink Like the whole sky was ours to keep

Mateo, I held you up on my two feet Now go and stand on yours with Grace

Stand on your own the way you grew She's the one you'll spin from here One more turn before I let go Dance with me, mijo

Dance with me, mijo

Dance with me, mijo

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