PEYDRAN
“Come Slammin’"
Take us to the place where we want to be.
The Hidden sanctuary of mystery.
Umm. Ahh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We dove into the navel at Delphi
Then we went through to the other side.
Come slammin’ into me, baby, every time.
I’ll give you what you need.
I know you’re mine.
Umm. Ahh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Take us to the place where we want to be.
The Hidden sanctuary of mystery.
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Umm. Ahh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Two worlds collided in the stars—yours and mine
We opened up ourselves, and things got fine.
Umm. Ahh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Take us to the place where we want to be.
The Hidden sanctuary of mystery.
- Ren Crieve and Peydran Madrano, 2737
“‘Things got fine’ isn’t my best lyric,” Ren complained.
“This is an awesome pop song, Ren. It’s supposed to be fun. I mean, it’s called 'Come Slammin.’ Play it again. I like the sax too. Sexy. Love the riffs.”
“Umm. Ah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. . .” blared out of the speakers, and I danced with my man to a song we wrote together. The “Come slammin’ into me, baby, everytime” line was 100% Peydran. The rest of the song was 100% Ren, and it was hilarious. I thought it would be an instant hit, but Ren wasn’t sure he wanted it out there with his name on it.
I’d told him to blame the Florians if anyone complained about it.
“Turn that up! Yeah, yeah!” Freya sang out. Yes! Freya could get Ren to publish our song. “Come slammin’ into me, baby, every ti-i—ime” Freya harmonized with the vocals, grabbing Ren’s hips to hers. “What’s this called? ‘Umm, Ah, Yeah?’ So sexy!”
“Come Slammin,’” I said proudly. “My first song lyric.”
“Hell of a first lyric, Peydran!” Freya declared. “This song is gonna get constant play. Where’s it on stream? I’ll promote it right now! Instant dance hit. A Ren Crieve original right here in Floria. Yeeeee!”
“Whaddaya think, Ro? Gonna publish it?”
Ren rolled his eyes, and groaning said, “Alright, ‘Come Slammin,’ a new pop song by Ren Crieve. Arrrgh: ’Things got fine. . .’”
Freya and I laughed and played it again.
