Paroles ... Bouncy, expressive & sentimental reggae-rock sung in Spanish. Hard ...Bouncy, expressive & sentimental reggae-rock sung in Spanish. Hard time adapting to "the real world". Male singer, electric guitar, hammond organ, mixed choir & rock band.
ES:
Ya dije todo aquello que tenía que decir
Mi experiencia mis estudios no quisieron oír
“Lo lamento no es para ti”
“5 años de trabajo es muy poco vivir”
Tanto tuve que sacrificar
Siempre dijeron que lo bueno vendrá
Todavía espero el futuro ideal
Sigo luchando contra el mundo real
Mi madre dijo que debía estudiar
Pero en ello nada pude encontrar
Ya basta de mentir quiero realidad
Quiero ser alguien que disfruta de verdad
que disfruta de verdad
Tanto tuve que sacrificar
Siempre dijeron que lo bueno vendrá
Todavía espero el futuro ideal
Sigo luchando contra el mundo real
Ya es tiempo de un buen cambio
Nuevos vientos soplarán
No tengo nada que perder
Solo tengo que saltar
Tanto tuve que sacrificar
Siempre dijeron que lo bueno vendrá
Todavía espero el futuro ideal
Sigo luchando contra el mundo real
EN:
I have said everything I had to say
My experience my studies they didn't want to hear
"I'm sorry it's not for you"
"5 years of work is too little to live"
I had to sacrifice so much
They always said that good things will come
I'm still waiting for the ideal future
I'm still fighting against the real world
My mother said I should study
But I couldn't find anything in it
Enough of lying I want reality
I want to be someone who really enjoys
who really enjoys
I had to sacrifice so much
They always said that good things will come
I'm still waiting for the ideal future
I'm still fighting against the real world
It's time for a good change
New winds will blow
I have nothing to lose
I just have to jump
I had to sacrifice so much
They always said that good things will come
I'm still waiting for the ideal future
I'm still fighting against the real world
Instrumental. Bouncy, expressive & sentimental reggae-rock. Electric ...Instrumental. Bouncy, expressive & sentimental reggae-rock. Electric guitar, hammond organ & rock band.
Underscore. Bouncy, expressive & sentimental reggae-rock. Electric ...Underscore. Bouncy, expressive & sentimental reggae-rock. Electric guitar, hammond organ & rock band.
Indie folk bed, indie acoustic bed dans un style reggae. Catchy, ...Indie folk bed, indie acoustic bed dans un style reggae. Catchy, bondissant & nostalgique. Guitare acoustique, orgue, shaker & batterie.
Paroles ... Ska. Chanson. Insistant avec une touche de nostalgie. Cuivres, ...Ska. Chanson. Insistant avec une touche de nostalgie. Cuivres, rythmique. Sax ténor solo @ 1'42.
I runaway yeah runaway coz I don't like de game you play I runaway tryin' to find another way I runaway yeah runaway you made of iron and I made of clay I runaway Jackie go your own way!
I don't know what to say when I see Jackie play, I don't know what to say Oh Jackie you're no good, yes I'd go if I could I'd kill you if I could!
I runaway yeah runaway Jackie it's more dan I can pay I runaway you broke my heart dat day! I runaway yeah runaway there'll be no more us nor we I runaway Jackie why you did dat to me?
I runaway yeah runaway now you're just a memory I runaway but di virus 's still in me!
I don't know what to say when I see Jackie play, I don't know what to say I fell fe all your tricks just like a ton of bricks I fell fe all your tricks!!
Mi come wid Garlic to drop some lyrics an fi play some tricks we optimistic got big lickin stick call us atomic bionic ironic electric mi teach Lord Comic!
So me di group and mi troop gonna try to move your feet to dis old swingin' beat! mi got home afta de party tuesdee nite 1.30 mi found di doctor like a dog inna heat and mi darlin' talkin' sweet: "flip mi ova and bone mi doctor, push wood inna di fiya!"
Doctor! where's you manners? you no mo' mi fella so mi ran to mi gun an' shoot dem dung inna di cella!!
darlin' darlin never mi wid you roses are red and violets are blue darlin darlin mi no bagaboo darlin mi nah clean your shoe darlin darlin don't play dis song cya mi come first and you second 38 or 45 whatever di size and bye bye bye!
a likkle afta comin' from afar a rumble in di yard growin loud and loud mi run a di door mi open di door good gracious a yellow ting like a flyin' scooter mi decide fi meself to hopon and tell di driver "quick bredda quick black maria afta I!" but you know him turn to mi whatchaman di one and only Garlic Hooper! you know di trumpeter!!
funny lyrics and music is all I bring inna mi tree piece suit and ting! rememba me once inna di klubah made you sing and swing wid mi old darlin' ting! all ah got fi dat: 3 long years inna custody inna jail called "mercury" me keepa was a portugee him treated mi like a santapee and him lied like a pharisee but ah ain't got no fear di allmighty guide I down there I man smarter Skalipsoul is di highway robba I back on earth wid 15000 dollas!
I lef mi mooma and A lef mi papa inna Sokodé I lef mi bredda and a lef mi sista fi di land of plenty I ran to di river di Kara river and A wash mi body deh I asked sweet Dora from Bassila "Gimme Illa glacé"
I'm from far lalalalala ah selema tumbé mama selema selema selema selema selema tumbe I am from far meyi afemé!
Ah miss mi fufu mi bredda Fofo and mi can o' Milo Samsamé Mango Bafilo Aneho di pickney sey "yovo!" ah miss Fafavi, princess Mawussi, Karin o memba me... nights in Togoville and days pon de hill, evryting cook and curry!
ah lef mi mooma and ah miss mi papa, mi hometown Sokodé ah lef mi bredda dear ol' sista oh carry mi deh run tell di river di Kara river I know mi go die deh mi cowry shell choker, I man joker, bro Yema pray for me
yes mi crown fell on di ground mi son but now I know I understand dat what goes up one day will come dung king one day begger next morn'...
life is no long quiet river/burn your soul like fiya! some say life is quiet river/who sey so is liar! life is such a long way to go/words bun dung like fiya!x2
yes mi crown fell on di ground mi son but now I know I understand dat what goes up one day will come dung king one day begger next morn'...
