Lyrics
When someone comes into your life
Take a chance, my love
Forget all the pain that’s inside
Open up your heart
You’ll forget, as he’s touching your face
That I once held you in my embrace
It might even feel right
When you kiss him goodnight and not me If someone should hold out his hand
Make him yours, my love
Don’t know how long it may last
Oh, how fast love goes
You’ll forget me one day, don’t you know?
But your memory, I’ll never let go I will love you the same as I did that first day I held you
When someone comes into your life
Never close the door
What you’re looking for
Might be in your arms at last
Don’t run away
When someone comes into your life
When someone comes into your life
When someone comes into your life
Into your life
When someone comes into your life
Hold fast
Emilio, we have it! We have the song!
What song?
The song!
Chico, rice and beans with hamburgers. !
What is he talking about?
Okay, remember the encores in Holland? How they went crazy for those comparsas
and I said we should write a song about them? Well, we did. Classical Cuban
rhythm.
No!
Yes, underneath it a funk bass line with a strong backbeat on the drums.
All of the lyrics in English!
Yes!
(Cut to Emilio pitching the song to a DJ.)
You don’t understand, we’re gonna mix all these sounds, we’re gonna mix Latino
with folk with pop…
(In his excitement, Emilio starts speaking faster and faster, becoming
unintelligible.)
Emilio! Emilio! Slow down, man.
What?
I don’t speak Spanish!
I’m talking to you in English!
(Audience laughs.)
Okay…
You play it one time--
They won’t dig it, man. I don’t know. Listen, listen, listen…
Trust me, right?
Emilio, I know my crowd!
You play this song once…
Piano, percussion…
People are gonna be screaming, people are gonna be--
Look, you know me, so don’t take this the wrong way. It’s too Latin.
It’s too what?!
(Cut to Emilio pitching the song to Chris.)
You’re in promotion, Chris. You’ve been behind this from the beginning!
What do we have to do? I saw 6,000 people in Sweden dancing as if they were
born in Santiago de Cuba! Sweden! Do you know how white those people are?!
It was like-- it was like watching a room full of Q-tips bouncing all over the
place! What can I do?
Get Phil on board! Book it! I don’t care how small! Play that song!
You trust your audience, right? Don’t bring the song to Phil, bring Phil to the song!