Dance of the Red Shoes
v4
@mario caggiano
Dance of the Red Shoes
v4
@mario caggiano
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Dust on the tiles
grandma pulls the chairs away
"Leave the dishes
they can wait till break of day"
Red shoes waiting
by the door like they can’t sit still
"Try to catch me"
you say, laughing down the hill
[Chorus]
Spin me, spin me
’til the room runs out of walls
Tarantella
’til we don’t know how to fall
Faster, faster
lose the ground beneath our feet
If this is madness
let the madness keep the beat (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Moon like a coin
thrown high in a purple sky
Uncles shouting
clapping just a bit off-time
Sweat on your brow
and a flower in your hair
You miss a step
and pull me closer by the chair
[Chorus]
Spin me, spin me
’til the room runs out of walls
Tarantella
’til we don’t know how to fall
Faster, faster
lose the ground beneath our feet
If this is madness
let the madness keep the beat (oh!)
[Bridge]
Who needs reason
while the plates shake on the shelf
Feet like fire
hearts that won’t dance by themselves
Hold my fingers
’til the sunrise paints us gold
If this is danger
may we never, ever get old
[Chorus]
Spin me, spin me
’til the room runs out of walls
Tarantella
’til we don’t know how to fall
Faster, faster
laughing, shouting in the street
If this is madness
let the madness keep the beat
Dust on the tiles
grandma pulls the chairs away
"Leave the dishes
they can wait till break of day"
Red shoes waiting
by the door like they can’t sit still
"Try to catch me"
you say, laughing down the hill
[Chorus]
Spin me, spin me
’til the room runs out of walls
Tarantella
’til we don’t know how to fall
Faster, faster
lose the ground beneath our feet
If this is madness
let the madness keep the beat (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Moon like a coin
thrown high in a purple sky
Uncles shouting
clapping just a bit off-time
Sweat on your brow
and a flower in your hair
You miss a step
and pull me closer by the chair
[Chorus]
Spin me, spin me
’til the room runs out of walls
Tarantella
’til we don’t know how to fall
Faster, faster
lose the ground beneath our feet
If this is madness
let the madness keep the beat (oh!)
[Bridge]
Who needs reason
while the plates shake on the shelf
Feet like fire
hearts that won’t dance by themselves
Hold my fingers
’til the sunrise paints us gold
If this is danger
may we never, ever get old
[Chorus]
Spin me, spin me
’til the room runs out of walls
Tarantella
’til we don’t know how to fall
Faster, faster
laughing, shouting in the street
If this is madness
let the madness keep the beat
Stijl van muziek
High-energy tarantella feel with bright mandolin, lively acoustic guitar, and earthy tambourine driving the rhythm; male or female vocals riding a breathless, accelerating groove. Fiddle doubles the main melody in the hook, accordion swells answer vocal phrases. Arrangement starts sparse with just guitar and hand percussion, then layers in claps, stomped floor, and group shouts on the final chorus for a village-party climax.
