just simply adore gabriel rios. singer, singwriter, and fascinating human.
he's huge in Belgium – where he lived for a period of time…
he successfully combines rock, salsa (ish) hip-hop (ish), and live music – guitars, keys, etc. he’s somehow combined all of these things into a unique music, that is still so relatable.
it helps that he’s dashingly handsome, too.
it's also a very well known fact that if i could listen to one song for the rest of my life, it would be hallelujah... and mostly because it's beautiful, no matter who sings it. and lo and beholf, gabriel did a version of it with natalia, as a haiti fundraiser a while back.
his videos are perfection. he’s a travel bug, and he manages to mix performance art, with videography, and just plain amazing music.
I dare you to listen to broad day light, and try not to dance. it's perfection.
he's huge in Belgium – where he lived for a period of time…
he successfully combines rock, salsa (ish) hip-hop (ish), and live music – guitars, keys, etc. he’s somehow combined all of these things into a unique music, that is still so relatable.
it helps that he’s dashingly handsome, too.
it's also a very well known fact that if i could listen to one song for the rest of my life, it would be hallelujah... and mostly because it's beautiful, no matter who sings it. and lo and beholf, gabriel did a version of it with natalia, as a haiti fundraiser a while back.
his videos are perfection. he’s a travel bug, and he manages to mix performance art, with videography, and just plain amazing music.
I dare you to listen to broad day light, and try not to dance. it's perfection.
back in the old days, tight like a fight | used to hang with the devil in the broad day light | we had a route, a walkabout | until we had a row, a kind of falling out | he showed me the low | showed me the down | called it the happy low down | we used to crack some tunes with a guy named Loyd | Loyd still got them polaroids | broad day light | broad day light | stop climaxing, you got your fight | leaving him alone in the broad day light | he might get it on on his own and start building a throne | out of worn out razors | look at you shaking | you can t find his plight | got you scared of ghosts in the dead of night | while you are making up stories trying to make it ok | he ll be bringing them in to let them out and play | in the broad day light | broad day light | leaving me alone in the broad day light | in the broad day light | please don't leave me alone | leaving me alone in the broad day light | you ll get your money, you ll get your night | just leave me alone up in the broad day light | I need some shit of my own, I need a throne | not them razors | and who you think you are screaming Hollywood burn? | if you really want to stop it then burn your sperm | cause this here be going on until its not and then a little more