Andres Larrieu
- Member ID
- M1103965
- Genres
- Country, Indie, Jazz, Metal, Oldies, Rock, Folk, Blues, Christian, Progressive
- Joined
- 19 Jul, 2026
- Country
- Mexico
- Looking For
- Musicians, Singers, Producers
- Collab Goals
- Mainstream release, Independent release, Fun
- Uses AI
- No
- Charges for services
- No
- Willing to pay
- No
- Experience
- Intermediate
- Last Active
- 25 Jul, 2026
Descriptionraw and elaborated stuff i will write of anyting, i wont put an elaborate text because im not like that, based on personal experiences, and i can portraying the emotions or experiences of others in songs check my lyrics, influenced by grunge and nu metal, and every kind of music, i can write every kind of stuff and bs in english or spanish. check them out. Pretty simple to understand have a [removed] the pay let put us in contact, i write them pretty fast so im kinda good ig
Dreams & AmbitionsI love music and soundgarden, i dont know what else to write in this stuff to fill it, i wanna live of the bs, I love music and want to be a good songwritter of everything
Lyrics
Genres: Country, Hip-hop, Indie, Metal, Oldies, Rock, Folk, Blues, Progessive, Soul
Instagram @faporti Gmail fabatul2628@gmail.com Cell number +52 729 848 3197 Red dust on my skin ENGLISH I travel through a crimson sea of empty, hollow space, Pits of sand that someday will all cave in. The sky is stained with poison, Empty of stars, Clouded like the way you love. Like the red dust that keeps my heart alive, I follow trails of breadcrumbs leading me to pain. Close my eyes, and in a bath of ink I carve your name In tiny letters. You're only a fragment of who you could have been. I'm a slave to your broken way of loving. Even when you tell me you love me, I'm no cowboy, Roaming barren plains in search of your sun. I wander down the shoreline looking for something worth keeping, When I find myself down in the hole. And maybe, I won't regret the choices that decide the man I'll be. No, no, no. I'm not who I am. I look into the mirror, lost because of you. I don't look up at the stars, I look around instead. Is it the shine inside your eyes, or just the coins, That make me feel I'm worth something? Too much of a coward to love, Yet brave enough to let you walk away. I don't know what I'm searching for, 'Cause I'm where the sun begins to fade. I'm a drifter, riding from town to town, Like the gunslinger I pretend to be. I've got no bullets, No one standing by my side, red dust on my skin Only an old streak of luck that's slowly slipping away. I don't drown myself in addictions, Because I'd never grow tired of you. Maybe I don't know who I am, Just another slave to your love. I know the treasure that I'm chasing, Because the sun has always led me there. Slowly I drown in a sea of ink across my arm Until you come back for my wounds. Save me, even if you're my executioner. In you I find the sand And the landscape that brings me peace. I've been waiting in this line for far too long. Now it's only the sun and me. Everything that once surrounded me Has already left. I know what I'm searching for, Even if I don't know who I am. Wherever you ask me to go, You know that's where I'll be. Where the sun burns hotter Than the way I imagine your scent.