Tango — Original Argentine Tango with a strong, unmistakable tango beat: sharp accented steps, dramatic pauses, tight rhythmic tension, and the classic tango pulse that blends ballroom precision with raw street energy. Full dark theatrical string ensemble with soaring violins using painful vibrato, tense secondary violins, gritty warm violas, and deep brooding cellos. Multi‑layered violin harmonies with tragic intensity, aggressive staccato attacks, and long crying legato lines that define the recognizable tango sound. Raw breathing bandoneon with subtle distortion, percussive piano with sharp low‑end hits, double bass pizzicato carrying street tension, and acoustic guitar adding traditional tango color. Sudden explosive crescendos, dramatic silences filled with emotional weight, smoky cabaret ambience, analog room grit, sensual danger, forbidden romance, and brutal elegance. Cinematic theatrical flair reminiscent of dramatic tango productions from around 1994. Strong male and
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Tango — Original Argentine Tango with a strong, unmistakable tango beat: sharp accented steps, dramatic pauses, tight rhythmic tension, and the classic tango pulse that blends ballroom precision with raw street energy. Full dark theatrical string ensemble with soaring violins using painful vibrato, tense secondary violins, gritty warm violas, and deep brooding cellos. Multi‑layered violin harmonies with tragic intensity, aggressive staccato attacks, and long crying legato lines that define the recognizable tango sound. Raw breathing bandoneon with subtle distortion, percussive piano with sharp low‑end hits, double bass pizzicato carrying street tension, and acoustic guitar adding traditional tango color. Sudden explosive crescendos, dramatic silences filled with emotional weight, smoky cabaret ambience, analog room grit, sensual danger, forbidden romance, and brutal elegance. Cinematic theatrical flair reminiscent of dramatic tango productions from around 1994. Strong male and
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Prompt:
[Verse] I came back to the States, landed in JFK in a wild snowstorm, The TSA guy stares at me: “Bro… why you shaking like that? This ain’t your weather norm.” I say: “Relax, I’m looking for Chills — she glows like Times Square lights at three a.m.,” They shout: “Emergency! He’s freezing! Get him inside before he turns to ice on 5th again!” [Pre-Chorus] “Chills? What chills? You got fever? Is your soul turning into snow?” “No! She’s my girlfriend! She appears and disappears like the subway when it just won’t show.” They grab me like I’m about to slip on a Brooklyn sidewalk iced from yesterday’s blow, “ER! We got a foreign dude who can’t handle winter — move it, let’s go!” HE’S GOT CHILLS!!! [Chorus] Now I’m stuck in a hospital bed, no Chills by my side, They take my blood, my pressure, and print bills more expensive than Manhattan rent worldwide. I love Chills — I wake up with Chills, fall asleep with Chills, she’s my warm joyride, But they think I’ll die from the East Coast wind and minus thirty chills hitting from every side. [Verse 2] Doctor walks in like a New York ninja wearing thick wool socks and Crocs, “Mr. Bonaparte, your pulse runs faster than an Uber dodging traffic blocks.” “You got MORE CHILLS!” he shouts like a TV hero in some dramatic prime-time box, I say: “Chill, Doc — that’s my girlfriend, not a snowstorm rolling down from the northern rocks.” He says: “Oh! I thought you meant BILLS!” I say: “No man! I need CHILLS! Not debt — just thrills!” [Pre-Chorus 2] The nurses whisper: “He’s foreign… maybe ‘chills’ means love where he’s from.” I yell: “YES! She’s with me everywhere — every street, every bar, every run.” They say: “Isolation! Room 23! Close the door — he brought winter with him, hon.” [Bridge] I try to escape but every door is locked like stores on Christmas Day, I shout: “CHILLS BABY, get in here — let’s make this an American Monday!” She dances in, blowing kisses like city lights on the Hudson Bay, Jumping like a summer festival in Austin — even in the rain she never fades away. The whole hospital screams: “WHAT KIND OF ILLNESS IS THIS?!” I say: “It’s love, people… relax — it’s legit!” [Final Chorus] We’re together again, but everyone still thinks I’m sick, At the airport they say: “Sir, you can’t board — you’ve got chills, that’s not safe, not quick.” I laugh with Chills, she laughs with me, I’m Bonaparte, baby — spreading Chills across the whole country. Now everybody’s got CHILLS!!! (The romantic kind — don’t panic.)