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Baptism
Blues
Baptism è stato pubblicato il 5 dicembre 2025 da Curacao Sound Energy come parte dell'album Blues in the Bar II
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Data di uscita5 dicembre 2025
EtichettaCuracao Sound Energy
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM156

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mako
Mako
Keyboards
KanoA
KanoA
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arnon Araldo Naudin de Windt
Arnon Araldo Naudin de Windt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mako
Mako
Producer
KanoA
KanoA
Co-Producer

Testi

I walked in with sins on my sleeve,
Bartender said, “What’ll it be?”
I said, “Truth, if you’re pouring it neat,”
He slid me a glass and a seat.
The jukebox hummed like a choir of ghosts,
And the neon cross flickered above the toast.
This bar’s got holy water in rye,
Confessions float in smoke to the sky,
Every sip’s a hymn, every tear’s a tide,
Barstool baptism—where the broken don’t lie.
She sat down with mascara rain,
Said, “I keep losing at love’s roulette game.”
We clinked our glasses, no need for names,
Just two souls soaking in sacred shame.
[Pre-Chorus]
The bartender wiped down the past with a rag,
And poured absolution from an old brown bag.
This bar’s got holy water in rye,
Confessions float in smoke to the sky,
Every sip’s a hymn, every tear’s a tide,
Barstool baptism—where the broken don’t lie.
No pews, no steeple, no robe, no bell,
Just stories spilled where the lonely dwell.
And if grace is real, it’s served in rounds,
With every pour, a soul unbounds.
Life’s rough edges turn soft in the glow,
With a drink in hand, we let our truth flow.
This bar’s a refuge for hearts on their knees,
Every laugh’s a blessing, every sorrow’s a breeze.
The bartender’s a saint dressed in worn-out jeans,
Mixing the spirits like a magician’s dreams.
This bar’s got holy water in rye,
Confessions float in smoke to the sky,
Every sip’s a hymn, every tear’s a tide,
Barstool baptism—where the broken don’t lie.
So come grab your chair in this sacred space,
Where every soul finds a little grace.
In the rhythm of blues, we all find our song,
Barstool baptism—together we belong.
Written by: Arnon Araldo Naudin de Windt
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