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. moments of dangerous intimacy. Overall sound: unmistakable Argentine Tango with its iconic rhythm, emotional violence wrapped in elegance, and a dramatic human dialogue of love and fury designed to make listeners feel deeply and instantly recognize the tango identity. Ensuring the unmistakable tango rhythm is present from the very first beat.
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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. moments of dangerous intimacy. Overall sound: unmistakable Argentine Tango with its iconic rhythm, emotional violence wrapped in elegance, and a dramatic human dialogue of love and fury designed to make listeners feel deeply and instantly recognize the tango identity. Ensuring the unmistakable tango rhythm is present from the very first beat.
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Prompt:
[Verse 1 — Canada] I land in Canada, bud — calm as maple snow, ready for a polite little trip, Customs sniffs my suitcase: “MON DIEU… why does this smell like bacon and syrup?” I say: “Easy, chief — maple syrup runs like blood through Kanook veins, eh? And I need Canadian bacon for a proper balanced breakfast — CHILLS LOVES IT, OKAY?!” But Aduane du Canada screams: “MON DIEU!!! ILLEGAL BACON SMUGGLER! THIS GUY’S FULL OF NONSENSE, EH?! HE’S GOT CHILLS!!!” Agents rush in like an NHL final — full speed, no delay, One yells “BODY CHECK!” and tackles me so hard I shout: “EXCUSE ME— PARDON MOI— EXCUSE ME, MOI— I AM SORRY— CHILLS!!! AJUDE MOI!!! EH!!!” My six Whiskey Jacks burst out of my duffle bag screaming “CHEEP‑CHEEP, EH?!” And my monkey steals a donut yelling “OUI OUI BANANE!” running away. [Pre-Chorus — Canada] “Chills? What chills? You cold? You bringin’ frost to our land?” “No! She’s my girlfriend! She pops in and out on command!” But they swarm me like I’m smuggling winter in a banned maple brand, “CLOSE THE GATES! HE’S GOT CHILLS!!! HE’S GOT CHILLS!!! HE’S GOT CHILLS, MAN!!!” HE’S GOT CHILLS!!! [Chorus — Canada] Alarms go wild, lights flash red, Toronto shuts down tight, People shouting “Oh my God!” “Mon Dieu!” “Quoi?!” “What’s happening, eh?!” flights cancelled left and right. I love Chills — I wake up with Chills, fall asleep with Chills, she’s my warm daylight, But they think I’m hiding a blizzard in my pockets ready to ignite — HE’S GOT CHILLS!!! [Verse 2 — Canada] A Mountie stomps over sipping Tim Hortons with absolute grace, “Bonaparte, lad, you brought bacon — that’s a national treasure case!” A tiny agent climbs my jacket yelling: “MORE CHILLS!!!” inches from my face, I say: “PARDON MOI— EXCUSE ME— I AM SORRY— she’s my girlfriend, not a snowstorm from outer space!” Another Mountie slips on ice yelling “SORRY, EH?!” as he knocks me sideways, I yell back “SORRY, EH?!” trying to blend in with Canadian ways. My Whiskey Jacks circle above like a northern choir in a haze, And I scream: “CHILLS!!! HELP ME!!! I DON’T KNOW IF I SHOULD SAY EXCUSE ME OR PARDON MOI TODAY!!!” [Pre-Chorus 2 — Canada] The nurses whisper: “Maybe ‘chills’ means love where he’s from.” I yell: “YES!!! She’s my fire, my thunder, my northern drum!!!” They shout: “LEVEL 10 THREAT! STRAIGHT JACKET! CLOSE THE DOOR, CHUM!” And my Whiskey Jacks hum “O Canada” like a northern hum. [Bridge — Canada] I shout: “CHILLS BABY, GET IN HERE — save me from this Canadian holiday!” She bursts in glowing brighter than Montreal lights on a Saturday, Singing long notes like northern wind — she never fades away. The airport screams: “WHAT IS THIS ILLNESS?!” I say: “LOVE, EH?! RELAX — IT’S LEGIT!” [Final Chorus — Canada] We run out laughing, but the guards yell: “STOP THAT MAN!” “HE’S GOT CHILLS!!! BACON!!! SYRUP!!! AND THE LAST MAPLE CREAM IN THE WHOLE DAMN LAND!!!” I grab Chills’ hand, she grabs mine — we sprint free like a northern wind, I’m Bonaparte, baby — spreading Canadian Chills from Toronto down to Newfoundland. NOW EVERYBODY’S GOT CHILLS!!! (The romantic kind — stay warm, stay polite, eh?)