Brodka’s first album, mature for a teenager, amazed audiences with its sensitivity and fresh approach to pop music ‐ but also proved that Brodka has an incredible voice. Brodka’s second album, released two years later, also reached ‘Golden Record’ status. The singer’s latest LP, Granda, came after a break in music‐making and a conscious decision to change directions. Granda shows a more experienced, worldly and experimental side to Brodka. The music ‐ hard to define but showing folk, electronic and experimental traits, with a pop background ‐ was produced and co‐composed by Bartosz Dziedzic.
Granda has reached double platinum status, proving that this bold, new style Brodka has embraced was a smart move. Both Brodka and Dziedzic received acclaim for their work and were nominated for dozens of awards, including the SuperHiro Magazine Award (won), Gala’s Rose (won), Polityka Passport. Poland’s Phonographic Academy nominated Brodka for 10 Fryderyki awards (the most important awards in Polish music business), and the singer won 4 for Best Female Vocalist, Best Pop Album, Best Music Production, Best Music Video in 2011. In 2012 she was nominated for MTV European Music Awards. In 2013 she was angain nominated to Fryderyki awards in 3 cathegories: Best Album (LAX), Best Song ("Varsovie") and Best Artist of the year 2012.
Since the release of Granda, Brodka has been touring with her band all over Poland. They played over 60 concerts and are currently preparing to tour the LAX EP and the EP’s singles: Varsovie and Dancing Shoes. Besides music, Brodka’s other passions include photography and fashion, proven by the fact that, at age 24, she is already considered an icon by Poland’s fashion magazines. Brodka, hailing from the Silesian town of Zywiec, known for it’s folk‐music roots and determined inhabitants, is proving over and over again that she sets high goals and rises to the challenge of meeting them. Her latest venture into singing in English only serves to show that Brodka is constantly developing ‐ both personally and musically ‐ and her sales and concert attendance prove that she has staying‐power.
Libertango
Brodka Lyrics
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Seen him hanging round my door
Like a hawk stealing for the pray
Like the night waiting for the day
Strange, he shadows me back home
Footsteps echo on the stones
Rainy nights, an hustling boulevard
Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort
Tu te prends pour qui, toi aussi tu detestes la vie
Dance in bars and restaurants
Home with anyone who wants
Strange he's standing there alone
Staring eyes chill me to the bone
Dans sa chambre, joel et sa valise
Un regard sur ses fringues
Sur les murs, des photos
Sans regret, sans mélo
La porte est claquée, joel est barré
In "Libertango," Brodka sings about an encounter with a mysterious person who seems to be stalking her. She says she has seen his face before and he's often hanging around her door, like a hawk waiting to pounce on its prey. He follows her footsteps back home and on rainy nights, she hears his echoing steps on the pavement. She describes the atmosphere of the city, with Parisian music drifting from the bars, as she observes this stranger following her. The lyrics take a dark turn as the stranger's intentions become more ominous. She asks him why he's seeking death and he chills her with a stare, highlighting the fear and unease that he instills in her.
The song's lyrics are intriguing and cryptic, leaving the listener to piece together the meaning of the encounter. It could be interpreted as a metaphor for an internal struggle with one's own demons, or a warning about being too trusting of unknown strangers. The instrumentation of the song features a mixture of eerie minor chords on the verses and a Latin-inspired, upbeat tempo on the chorus, adding to the mysterious and haunting atmosphere.
Line by Line Meaning
Strange, I've seen that face before
It's odd how familiar this face looks to me
Seen him hanging round my door
I've noticed him lurking outside my door
Like a hawk stealing for the pray
He's like a bird of prey, always on the prowl for his next victim
Like the night waiting for the day
He's like the darkness waiting for the light to fade away
Strange, he shadows me back home
It's strange how he follows me all the way home
Footsteps echo on the stones
I can hear his footsteps echoing on the pavement
Rainy nights, an hustling boulevard
It's a rainy night, and the boulevard is full of people rushing around
Parisian music, drifting from the bars
The sound of Parisian music is wafting out of the bars
Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort
What are you looking for, a meeting with death?
Tu te prends pour qui, toi aussi tu detestes la vie
Who do you think you are, hating life just like me?
Dance in bars and restaurants
We dance in bars and restaurants to forget our troubles
Home with anyone who wants
We don't care who we go home with, as long as we're not alone
Strange he's standing there alone
It's odd that he's standing there all by himself
Staring eyes chill me to the bone
His piercing gaze gives me the chills
Dans sa chambre, joel et sa valise
In his room, Joel packs his bags
Un regard sur ses fringues
He takes a look at his clothes
Sur les murs, des photos
On the walls, there are photos
Sans regret, sans mélo
Without regret or emotion
La porte est claquée, joel est barré
The door slams shut, Joel is gone
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