Paroles ... Sultry, dramatic, sombre. Dulcet guitar riff conveys a sense of ...Sultry, dramatic, sombre. Dulcet guitar riff conveys a sense of sadness and sorrow. Lyrics about a toxic relationship, someone looking for affection at the wrong times. Two people confusing lust and love, with feelings of doom and gloom mixing with sex-charged feelings. Electronic bass and subtle drumbeat offer a sultry, quiet storm energy.
Midnight, Midnight, The only time you hit my line is in the late night, The only time you hit my line is after midnight, Midnight, Midnight, The only time you hit my line is in the late night, The only time you hit my line. You got needs, I got what you need, It’s so good ima bring you to ya knees, You looking good girl you need some high fashion, It’s first-class when you rollin' out with me, Money be callin', you know dat I answer, Way dat you movin' dat body like dancers, Hope dat you don’t mind I pull out my camera, You just do yo thing, we gone shoot a scene, When I pop a Xanny I might need some bed rest, Servin' Off White in the trap dead fresh, In a jump, pushing work leg press, Put you on a test just to see where to head at, Run off in yo spot be like where dat bread at, Rollin off a addy so my eyes dead red, I ain’t even vote but I need dead presidents, Drop me da location I’m pullin' up yo residence, in the late night. Midnight, Midnight, The only time you hit my line is in the late night, The only time you hit my line is after midnight, Midnight, Midnight, The only time you hit my line is in the late night, The only time you hit my line.
Sultry, dramatic, sombre. Dulcet guitar riff conveys a sense of ...Sultry, dramatic, sombre. Dulcet guitar riff conveys a sense of sadness and sorrow. Reminiscent of a sad but emotionally charged situation, two people confusing lust and love, with feelings of doom and gloom mixing with sex-charged feelings. Electronic bass and subtle drumbeat offer a sultry, quiet storm energy. Instrumental version.
Paroles ... Funky, playful, soulful. Confident brass with upbeat bass is joined ...Funky, playful, soulful. Confident brass with upbeat bass is joined by carefree organ tones, propulsive drums and cool male vocals. Positive and atmospheric soul with attitude, catchy melodies and an instrumental section from 01:29 to get you up and dancing with groovy guitar solos.
Hold back my feelings 'Cos my feet are on the run today Trying to find the old walk path Where we shook these old blue shoes away Oh these old beats still kick my mind The day we shook the tock from time Oh! Yeah this old dog, ain't lying down (Shake these old dog blues of mine) Going to kick the beat, till I'm in the ground (Shake these old dog blues of mine) Going to stamp my feet, to a new groove (Shake these old dog blues of mine) Oh, it feels so fine, yeah I got some new shoes on my mind (Shake these old dog blues of mine) Gonna shake these old dog blues Shake 'em in the morning In the evening, summer time, I feel alive Everything's so fine, so fine In these new shoes of mine Gonna shake these old dog blues Gonna step a new groove in these shoes of mine All night long Shake 'em in the morning In the evening, shake it, shake it Everything's so fine, so fine Yeah, got these new shows on my mind Gonna kick these old dog blues Yeah in these shoes of mine It's all I want, shake 'em off Gonna let me loose, and set me free (Shake these old dog blues of mine) Alright, kick 'em off, gonna let me breathe (Shake these old dog blues of mine) Everything's so fine, so fine (Shake these old dog blues of mine)
You’ll Turn Blizzard Into ZephyrAuteur/compositeur : Thomas Rozès
The icy head wind of truth rises.A mantle of snow will soon cover my innocence. Sweetie, your heart is so warm,You’ll turn blizzard into zephyr. Then will come out the rainbows,Sunflowers shall bloom on your land
Paroles ... Funky, playful, soulful. Confident brass with upbeat bass is joined ...Funky, playful, soulful. Confident brass with upbeat bass is joined by carefree organ tones, propulsive drums and cool male vocals. Positive and atmospheric soul with attitude, catchy melodies and an instrumental section from 01:29 to get you up and dancing with groovy guitar solos.
Hold back my feelings 'Cos my feet are on the run today Trying to find the old walk path Where we shook these old blue shoes away Oh these old beats still kick my mind The day we shook the tock from time Oh! Yeah this old dog, ain't lying down (Shake these old dog blues of mine) Going to kick the beat, till I'm in the ground (Shake these old dog blues of mine) Going to stamp my feet, to a new groove (Shake these old dog blues of mine) Oh, it feels so fine, yeah I got some new shoes on my mind (Shake these old dog blues of mine) Gonna shake these old dog blues Shake 'em in the morning In the evening, summer time, I feel alive Everything's so fine, so fine In these new shoes of mine Gonna shake these old dog blues Gonna step a new groove in these shoes of mine All night long Shake 'em in the morning In the evening, shake it, shake it Everything's so fine, so fine Yeah, got these new shows on my mind Gonna kick these old dog blues Yeah in these shoes of mine It's all I want, shake 'em off Gonna let me loose, and set me free (Shake these old dog blues of mine) Alright, kick 'em off, gonna let me breathe (Shake these old dog blues of mine) Everything's so fine, so fine (Shake these old dog blues of mine)
Funky, playful, soulful. Confident brass with upbeat bass is joined ...Funky, playful, soulful. Confident brass with upbeat bass is joined by carefree organ tones and propulsive drums. Positive and atmospheric soul with attitude, catchy melodies and a section from 01:29 to get you up and dancing with groovy guitar solos.
Funky, playful, soulful. Upbeat bass is joined by carefree organ ...Funky, playful, soulful. Upbeat bass is joined by carefree organ tones and propulsive drums. Positive and atmospheric soul with attitude, catchy melodies and a breakdown section from 01:29 with a groovy rhythm section. Stripped back underscore version.
Funky, playful, soulful. Confident brass with upbeat bass is joined ...Funky, playful, soulful. Confident brass with upbeat bass is joined by carefree organ tones and propulsive drums. Positive and atmospheric soul with attitude and catchy melodies.
Let's try to sayThat you're lovingThat you're risingIt's not so badThat's what you sayYou're insaneCause you're lovingAnd now it's heavenIt's what you sayCause here's the painCause here's the mainIt sounds scaryYou wanna go backI need to goJust take it backBefore the storm That's what you sayThat you're lovingThat you're fadingIt's not so badHere's what you sayYou're insaneCause you're lovingThere's no more heavenLet's try to you sayCause here's the mainCause here's the jailIt's so scaryYou fall on your backToo late to goYou look at your backI feel the storm But if you playYou have to know Which is the end you really want to go
Paroles ... Chanson années 30. Jazzy, malicieux & amoureux. Duo de chanteur & ...Chanson années 30. Jazzy, malicieux & amoureux. Duo de chanteur & chanteuse, piano, basson & rythmique.
Un reflet de vous dans la vitrineEt mon cœur soudain se ranimeComme au ciné ou dans les magazinesUn reflet de vousVos yeux qui m’entraînentVotre charme de ParisienneVotre silhouette sur la mienneUn reflet de vous,Votre taille fineDéjà je vous imagine...Au volant de votre DauphineEntre Paris et Morzine
Un reflet de vous dans la vitrineEt mon cœur soudain s’illumineDu bout des yeux je vous devineUn sourire de vous,Vos fines moustachesQui se reflètent dans la glaceEt ce bonheur qui me dépasseUn veston croisé,Le regard en coinVotre charme parisienUn reflet de vous, je vous vois sur l’heureFringant sur votre scooter
Un reflet de nousDedans la vitrineLe destin qui se dessineAu volant d’une limousineNous partirons pour la Chine(Adieu, partons pour la Chine)
English translation : UN REFLET DE VOUS
Your réflection in the windowAnd my heart leaps upLike in the movies or in the magazinesYour reflectionYour eyes enchant meYour Parisian charmYour silhouette on mineYour reflectionYour slim waistAlready I imagine you…At the wheel of your DauphineBetween Paris and Morzine Your reflection in the windowAnd my heart suddenly brightensWith a glimpse I make you outYour smileYour fine moustacheReflected in the mirrorAnd the happiness I can but imagineA double-breasted jacketA sidelong glanceYour Parisian charmYour reflection, I see you straight awayA dashing image on your scooter
Your reflectionIn the windowDestiny is drawnAt the wheel of a limousineWe’re off to the China
Les jambes des femmesSont des ciseauxElles tranchent la vieEn petits morceauxComme des becs d’oiseaux enivrésVolant au-dessus de la mer Moi j’aime avoir les pieds sur terreRacines au sol et tête en l’airPour contempler le ciel d’azurEt le spectacle de ces fruits murs Les mains des femmesDes papillonsElles parlent et jouentCaressent aussiElles sont des griffes de lionnes sauvagesTiennent la vie Et les hommes aussi Ma chère MadeleineN’est pas comme çaDe ces dix doigts M’étreint le cœurSes belles gambettesSont toujours prêtes Pour une ballade A bicyclette
English translation : Les Jambes des Femmes Ladies’s legs Are scissorsThey cut life upInto little piecesLike beaks of drunken birdsFlying over the sea
Myself, I like having my feet on the groundRooted to the soil and my head in the cloudsTo contemplate the azur skyAnd the spectacle of ripened fruits Ladies’ handsAre butterfliesThey talk and playAnd caress They are the claws of wild lionessesGripping lifeAnd, at the same time, men My dear MadeleineIs that not howThese ten fingersTighten my heartHer beautiful legsAre always
Version instrumentale. Années 40. Romantique, raffiné & sensuel. ...Version instrumentale. Années 40. Romantique, raffiné & sensuel. Orchestre à cordes, bois, piano & cuivres.
Un petit air innocent. On l'appelait rose, elle était belle,
À sentait bon la fleur nouvelle,
Rue Saint-Vincent. Elle avait pas connu son père, Elle avait plus de mère, Et depuis 1900,A’ demeurait chez sa vieille aïeule Où qu'à s'élevait comme ça, toute seule, Rue Saint-Vincent. À travaillait déjà pour vivre Et les soirs de givre, Dans le froid noir et glaçant, Son petit fichu sur les épaules, À rentrait par la rue des Saules, Rue Saint-Vincent.
Elle voyait dans les nuit gelées, La nappe étoilée, Et la lune en croissant Qui brillait, blanche et fatidique Sur la petite croix de la basilique, Rue Saint-Vincent. L'été, par les chauds crépuscules, A rencontré Jules, Qu'était si caressant, Qu'à restait la soirée entière, Avec lui près du vieux cimetière, Rue Saint-Vincent. Et je petit Jules était de la tierce Qui soutient la gerce, Aussi l'adolescent, Voyant qu'elle marchait pantre, D'un coup de surin lui troua le ventre, Rue Saint-Vincent. Quand ils l'ont couché sur la planche, Elle était toute blanche, Même qu'en l'ensevelissant, Les croque-morts disaient que la pauvre gosse Était crevé le soir de sa noce, Rue Saint-Vincent. Elle avait sous sa toque de martre,
Sur la butte Montmartre, Un petit air innocent. On l'appelait rose, elle était belle, À sentait bon la fleur nouvelle, Rue Saint-Vincent.
English translation : RUE SAINT VINCENT She had not known her fatherHer mother was goneAnd since 1900She lived in her old grandma’ s houseWhere she took care of herself She was already working for livingAnd on frosty evenings In the black freezing coldHer little shawl aroun her shouldersShe came home by the rue des SaulesRue Saint-Vincent. In these frozen nightsShe saw the curtain of the starsAnd the crescent moonShining white and fatefulOn the little croce of the basilicaRue Saint-Vincent. By the warm summer twilightShe would meet Jules,Who was so tenderShe would stay all evening longWith him near the old cemeteryRue Saint-Vincent. And the young Jules was a good-for-nothingPimping the girlsWhen this kidSaw she was not playing the gameHe stabbed her in the stomachRue Saint-Vincent. When they laid her outShe was all white.The undertakers burying herSaid that the poor childCroaked on her wedding day
Beneath her marten hatOn the Butte Montmartre,She had an innocent little air.She was called Rose, she was beautifulWith a scent like a young flowerRue Saint-Vincent.
Quand au bout d'huit jours, le r'pos terminé, On va r'prendre les tranchées, Notre place est si utile Que sans nous on prend la pile. Mais c'est bien fini, on en a assez, Personn' ne veut plus marcher, Et le cœur bien gros, comm' dans un sanglot On dit adieu aux civ'lots. Même sans tambour, même sans trompette, On s'en va là-haut en baissant la tête. Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour, Adieu toutes les femmes. C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours, De cette guerre infâme. C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau, Qu'on doit laisser sa peau Car nous sommes tous condamnés Nous sommes les sacrifiés !Huit jours de tranchées, huit jours de souffrance, Pourtant on a l'espérance Que ce soir viendra la r'lève Que nous attendons sans trêve. Soudain, dans la nuit et dans le silence, On voit quelqu'un qui s'avance, C'est un officier de chasseurs à pied, Qui vient pour nous remplacer. Doucement dans l'ombre, sous la pluie qui tombe Les petits chasseurs vont chercher leurs tombes.
English translation : Craonne Song When at the end of a week's leaveWe go back to the trenches, Our place there is so usefulThat without us we'd get a thrashing.But now it’s finished we've had enoughNobody wants to march anymore.And with hearts downcast with sobs,We're saying good-bye to the civilians, Even without drum or trumpetWe're heading up there with lowered heads. Good-bye to life, good-bye to love, Good-bye to all you women, It's finished, and foreverwe've had it for good with this awful war.It's in Craonne up on the plateau That we're leaving our skins,'Cause we've all been sentenced to die. We're the ones that they're sacrificing A week in the trenches, a week of suffering, And yet we still have hopeThat tonight the relief will come That we keep waiting for.Suddenly in the silent night We hear someone approachIt's an infantry officer Who's coming to take over from us. Quietly in the shadows as the rain fallsThe poor soldiers go in search of their graves Those who’ve got the dough, they will come back'Cause it's for them that we're dying. Now it’s finished, 'cause all us poor soldiers Are going to go on strike. It'll be your turn, fat cats, To go up onto the plateau. And if you want war, Then pay for it with your own skins. On the grand boulevards it's hard to watch All the fat cats whooping it up For them life is good But for us it's not the same Instead of hiding, all these shirkers Would do better by going up to the trenches To defend what they have, because we have nothing All of us poor wretches All our comrades are buried there Defending the wealth of these gentlemen here
As i dreamed to stop the fog I was standing in the dark Looking back at you But i couldn't see through the fog Sun was in my face And i was in the stars Looking down at you But you were way too far Far away Hey Alright Can get some Thats right All night baby i got everything weighing on me Don't you ever say I don't believe in anything You'll see Its alright to leave we got anything holding on meWe can always disappear All i could be is anything Well see Far away Step through the night Know that I've got you... These in the skies, dreams really come true... Step through the night Know that I've got you... Its better to know to fall in free Its better to know to fall in free
Paroles ... Determined, rustic, powerful. Heavy kick drum launches into country ...Determined, rustic, powerful. Heavy kick drum launches into country music guitar and rough male vocals about an individual separating from everyday life due to feeling chaotic and low. Breakdown at 00:34 with heavy bass into proud and triumphant chord sequence, made human with acoustic guitar strumming. Anticipatory energy, someone that has fallen to the very bottom rising back up with energy and power. A revolution and a redemption.
Dragged down to the bottom, I was about as low as can be, I built myself a prison, told my friends to never visit and throw away the key.
So I count my blessings, I see the wood from the trees, Im making my escape, shouldn't hesitate, This is, this is my emergency yeah.
It's beginning to feel like a breakout, break out, And I can't take it no more, It's beginning to feel like a break down, a break down, Time to level the score.
It's beginning to feel like a breakout, break out, And I can't take it no more, It's beginning to feel like a breakout is happening, A breakout is happening.
I fell down to the gutter, So alone and bleak, Couldn't recognise my own reflection, Couldn't even try to speak.
So I count my blessings, I see the wood from the trees, Im making my escape, shouldn't hesitate, This is, this is my emergency yeah.
It's beginning to feel like a breakout, break out, And I can't take it no more, It's beginning to feel like a break down, a break down, Time to level the score.
It's beginning to feel like a breakout, break out, And I can't take it no more, It's beginning to feel like a breakout is happening, A breakout is happening.
Determined, rustic, powerful. Heavy kick drum launches into country ...Determined, rustic, powerful. Heavy kick drum launches into country music guitar. Gritty energy gives the feeling of a rebel and an outcast of society. Breakdown at 00:34 with heavy bass into proud and triumphant chord sequence, made human with acoustic guitar strumming. Anticipatory energy, someone that has fallen to the very bottom rising back up with energy and power. A revolution and a redemption. Instrumental version.
Determined, rustic, powerful. Rustic country music guitar gives ...Determined, rustic, powerful. Rustic country music guitar gives gritty energy. A rebel who plays by their own rules. Gritty energy gives the feeling of a rebel and an outcast of society. Breakdown at 00:34 with heavy bass into proud and triumphant chord sequence, made human with acoustic guitar strumming. Stripped back underscore version.
Paroles ... Funky, charismatic, poppy. Pacy pop beat with trumpets gives a sense ...Funky, charismatic, poppy. Pacy pop beat with trumpets gives a sense of buoyant fun with an impassioned tone through the bass sequence. Commanding male vocals sing high-pitched lyrics about facing off with a person of interest, love as a game or a competition. A groovy vibe from pace and trumpets, with a driving bassline.
There’s no substitute for what you got in front of you, The way you look at me, you wanna piece, I know you do, Oooh, oooh, ooh, You wanna, Aah , oooh, oooh, ooh oooh.
Come take it if you wanna make it physical, Let's take it further than a murmur and the trivial, Oooh, oooh, ooh, You wanna, Aah, oooh, oooh , ooh oooh.
You make the first move and you get to first choose, Who we should be but don't leave me hanging now.
Woah woah ooh woah woah oh oh oh, Don't keep me hanging, keep me hanging on the deadline, Woah woah ooh woah woah oh oh oh, Got a feeling that I'm ready, I'm ready to burn, burn, burn.
Woah woah ooh woah woah oh oh oh, Don't keep me hanging, keep me hanging for the third prize, Woah woah ooh woah woah oh oh oh, Got a feeling that I'm ready, I'm ready to take you home.
A fine body and a mind to match the visual, You never break your stare, you make it impossible to say no, I gotta take you home.
Please stay all night and keep up till past dawn, Let my loving feel like you're reborn, Oooh, oooh , ooh, You wanna, Aah , oooh, oooh, ooh oooh.
You make the first move and you get to first choose, Who we should be but don't leave me hanging now.
Woah woah ooh woah woah oh oh oh, Don't keep me hanging, keep me hanging on the deadline, Woah woah ooh woah woah oh oh oh, Got a feeling that I'm ready, I'm ready to burn, burn, burn.
Woah woah ooh woah woah oh oh oh, Don't keep me hanging, keep me hanging for the third prize, Woah woah ooh woah woah oh oh oh, Got a feeling that I'm ready, I'm ready to take you home.
Funky, charismatic, poppy. Pacy pop beat with trumpets gives a sense ...Funky, charismatic, poppy. Pacy pop beat with trumpets gives a sense of buoyant fun with an impassioned tone through the bass sequence. A groovy vibe from pace and trumpets, with a driving bassline. Instrumental version.
Funky, charismatic, poppy. Pacy pop with trumpets gives a sense of ...Funky, charismatic, poppy. Pacy pop with trumpets gives a sense of fun with an impassioned tone through the bass sequence. A groovy vibe from pace and trumpets, with a driving bassline. Stripped back underscore version.
Paroles ... Orchestral trailer Hip Hop rap. Robuste, impactant, attitude & ...Orchestral trailer Hip Hop rap. Robuste, impactant, attitude & inexorable. Synthé saturé @ 0'59. Final explosif @ 1'26. Rappeur, beat hip hop avec orchestre cinématique & ensemble de cuivres.
“Bring The Force”[Verse]It’s time to lock and loadIn fighter modeThis is where legends are made stories toldThis is where the weak come to parishCause they foldIf you want to live forever gotta be boldWarriors mentality you gotta be coldYou gotta be a savage if you want to take controlYou gotta strike fear down to the soulThis is where we win it all and take our holdMen it’s time to go [Bridge]This is where the legends are toldThis is for the fighters and the boldMen it’s time to goThis is where the legends are toldThis is for the fighters and the boldMen it’s time to goThis is where the legends are toldThis is for the fighters and the boldMen it’s time to goThis is where the legends are toldThis is for the fighters and the boldMen it’s time to go [Pre Chorus]Against all oddsThere is not a challenge I'll dodgeIt’s time to bring a forceAgainst all oddsThere is not a challenge I'll dodgeIt’s time to bring a forceAgainst all oddsThere is not a challenge I'll dodgeIt’s time to bring a forceAgainst all oddsThere is not a challenge I'll dodge [Chorus]It’s time to bring the forceI’m the new comer time to pass me the torchAnd set a new courseIt’s time to bring the forceI’m the new comer time to pass me the torchAnd set a new courseIt’s time to bring the forceI’m the new comer time to pass me the torchAnd set a new courseIt’s time to bring the forceI’m the new comer time to pass me the torchAnd set a new courseIt’s time to bring the forceIt’s time to bring the forceIt’s time to bring the force
Confident, charismatic, funky. Deep kick emerges into funky slap bass ...Confident, charismatic, funky. Deep kick emerges into funky slap bass beat with cool slick lyrical performance. Male rapper spits using metaphors to communicate his strength and dominance. Hypnotic beat gives an unstoppable vibe, an irresistible energy. A focused energy, someone training hard for a challenge.
Confident, charismatic, funky. Deep kick emerges into funky slap bass ...Confident, charismatic, funky. Deep kick emerges into funky slap bass beat. A fun and hypnotic vibe from percussion with a soulful energy from trumpets launching into hook with uplifting sequence. Instrumental version.
Confident, charismatic, funky. Deep kick emerges into funky slap bass ...Confident, charismatic, funky. Deep kick emerges into funky slap bass beat. A fun and hypnotic vibe from percussion with a soulful energy from trumpets launching into hook with uplifting sequence. Feelgood vibe from hook at 00:40 with more uplifting chord progression. Stripped back underscore version.
Paroles ... Cinematic epic rock trailer. Determined & motivating vocal choir ...Cinematic epic rock trailer. Determined & motivating vocal choir intro. Rock drum & female singer with energetic guitar & trailer FX. Heavy, percussive & bold. Suggested for stadium sports & action movie.
You can take my arms, you can cut the veins You can build upon my sweat and pain You can try to break this wooden frame But what you can’t have is a crown to reign
Somewhere deep inside of me, I know I’m not alone I can see the enemy, staring through the back of me If you think that I’ll be easy, go ahead and test that lie Tease that charge for battle, I can only hope you try
Paroles ... Baggy, mancunien, brit pop, acid house & 90s. Intro propulsive. ...Baggy, mancunien, brit pop, acid house & 90s. Intro propulsive. Baggy, fier, glorieux & dansant. Break @1'29 avec choeurs samplés filtrés. Synthé analogique, clavier house, TB-303, basse, chanteur & boite à rythme vintage.
Past the time when we're gettin' round No rest til we are the best Drops of cola and baking soda Only smart boys call that a diet
What idiots do is Living for the day What smart ones do is Living for today What idiots do is Living for the day What smart ones do is Living for today Past the time when we're gettin' round No rest til we are the best Drops of cola and baking soda Only smart boys call that a diet
What idiots do is Living for the day What smart ones do is Living for today What idiots do is Living for the day What smart ones do is Living for today
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