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Gente de Zona (literally "neighbourhood people") is a Cuban reggaeton (cubatón) group. "Gente de Zona is a trio that makes the most out of being here in Cuba. It's primarily a reggaeton group that has used this music's popularity to reach young Cubans."
This business-like description doesn't come from the marketing director of a large record company. The speaker is Gente de Zona's founder and chief songwriter, Alexander Delgado ("Ale"), who wants you to know he is perfectly comfortable with his group's popularity and its status as a leading exponent of the highly danceable music known as "Cubatón".
Delgado, 27, grew up in Alamar, the Havana neighborhood most closely associated with Cuban hip-hop and home to the annual Alamar Rap Festival. "In the beginning I was going to all the rap shows and I started sampling, but I wanted to do it in a different way," Delgado recalls. "When reggaeton arrived, it gave me the opportunity to put our street lyrics into a more commercial format, and to give dance music some currency, some meaning."
Enrique Iglesias (born Enrique Miguel Iglesias Preysler; May 8, 1975) is a Spanish singer, songwriter and occasional actor, popular in both the Latin market and the Hispanic American market in the United States. He is the son of the famous Spanish singer Julio Iglesias. Within five years of beginning his musical career in the 1990s, he became the biggest seller of Spanish-language albums of that decade. He made his crossover into the mainstream English language market before the turn of the millennium, signing a multi-album deal with Universal Music Group for an unprecedented US$50,000,000 with Universal Music Latino to release his Spanish albums and Interscope to release English albums. In 2010, he parted with Interscope and signed with another Universal Music Group label, Universal Republic.
Iglesias has sold over 100 million records worldwide, making him one of the best selling Spanish language artists of all time. He has had five Billboard Hot 100 top five singles, including two number-ones, and holds the record for producing 22 number-one Spanish-language singles on the Billboard's Hot Latin Tracks. He has also had ten number-one songs on Billboard's Dance charts, more than any other single male artist. Altogether, Iglesias has amassed 55 number-one hits on the various Billboard charts. Billboard has called him The King of Latin Pop and The King of Dance. Billboard also named Enrique the number two Latin artist of the years 1986–2011 (Luis Miguel taking the first spot).
Descemer Bueno (b. 1971, Habana Vieja) is a Cuban singer, composer, and producer. His first professional gigs were playing bass with Santiago Feliú, one of Cuba’s greatest troubadours.
Bueno studied music in Cuba and became a music teacher before forming his jazz combo band Estado de Animo in 1990, which also included guitarist Elmer Ferrer and pianist Roberto Carcassés. His band encountered some success during the 90’s touring in Spain, Bolivia, Uruguay, Germany, and Argentina. Descemer also performed in the United States in 1998 with the jazz ensemble Column B.
During this period, Bueno was artist-in-residence at Stanford University in California, and spent a year teaching at the University of South Africa in Cape Town. In 1999, after moving to New York, Bueno became active in his hip-hop band Yerba Buena writing or co-writing most of the songs for their debut album "President Alien". Yerba Buena songs can be heard in several American movies and Pepsi commercials.
Bueno soon moved back to Cuba and began producing, arranging, and composing music for many young Cuban musicians including Haydée for Haydée Milanés, La Isla Milagrosa for William Vivanco, and Breathe for Yusa. He also composed part of the music for the film "Havana Blues", being in the group of winners of the 2006 Goya award for Best Original Music.. Several of Descemer's songs were in the soundtrack of "Habana Eva" (2010) by Venezuelan director Fina Torres, which won Best Film at New York International Latino Film Festival [1], and Best Film at Los Angeles Latino International Film Festival [2].
the giant swan's got ghosts in his wings.
his guts are stuffed with polaroids, and they're all humiliating.
and when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung it's last voice,
and you're sitting all alone in the 4am darkness of a pitch-black theater,
he explodes like fireworks on the stage with gold smoke.
sing, your voice just wont stop blooming.
he wrote a play and you're the protagonist.
all the girls you wish you'd fucked make a guest appearance.
oh, and you just won't believe the ending.
fly me home, giant swan!
the giant swan's got a pixelated beak.
his eyes are twin mushroom clouds,
his feathers are unsuspecting cities,
and his breasts are hollow apartments with the highest quality furnishings.
and you can watch tv until you die there, deflated skin draped over luxury chairs.
sing, your voice just won't stop blooming.
if your heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
if your heart's a diamond what's the fucking price?
your mouth is cheap and your hair is shoddy.
so sit and watch the ballerinas kick and spin.
then strip down to your vulgar skeleton.
you'd better take one more drink of captain morgan's rum.
oh, it's gonna sting like a raw sunrise when they black swan's gone.
back at the resort, the curtains closed, you haven't left the room for two solid weeks.
with a pound of cocaine under the bed where the call girls perform their services.
and you have to leave CNN on so you don't think about her newborn son
who entered this town from the crotch you're renting out.
"who's at the door? what the fuck!
who's at the door? what the fuck!
who's at the door? what the fuck!"
your heart is sweating; your hands are turning black.
your shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask.
is that a machete at your throat?
"give me all your money! give me all the dope!"
and the sun's like a painting of your whole life.
you scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
and the sun's like a painting of your whole life.
you scratch at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
your family is gurgling grief.
you think you're fast asleep.
is that the curtain closing?
giant swan, take me to the river.
is that my flesh corroding?
giant swan, take me to the river.
all the things you wish you said are buried with your x'd out head.
all your ulterior motives...
giant swan, take me to the river.