SYNC DIFFERENT

Il y avait trop de dope hier soirDe retour sur la route à la lumière du matinOn suivra les cimesEt maintenant tu me montres ce que tu as.On peut sentir les vents errantsSoufflant dans nos cheveux de montagneSur ces anciennes routes, le monde se réveille.Il y avait trop de fantôme hier soirDe retour sur la route à la lumière du matinOn suivra les cimesEt maintenant tu me montres ce que tu as.As-tu déjà vu cette routeIl y avait trop d’amour hier soir !Montre-moi ce que tu as, ce que tu as.

chanté en anglais, folk song, chanteur , 1970, Amérique du Nord, déterminé, drogue (paroles), folk rock, travelling, grand espace, guitare folk, rigoureux, route (paroles), catchy, obstiné, guitare électrique, improvisation, acoustique, cavalcade, choriste homme, groupe, rapide, rythmique, train, version principale, vocal

blowing the candles in a camp, there is one and two, three…
taking my breath as a heater, your knees on my knee.
in the wintertime
in the wintertime

i saw you sitting in the fire what a fool way to be
pills we were given earlier prevent us from seeing
it was wintertime
it was wintertime

we ran into the forest and naked as snakes
we climbed
into the trees just looking for some eggs
we thought it was summer, a very cold summer
in the winter time
in the wintertime

1960, Angleterre, psychedelia, 1970, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, drogue (paroles), entraînant, hypnotique, orgue Farfisa, vocal, activité nocturne, basse électrique, chanteur , gai & joyeux, guitare électrique, obstiné, progression, batterie, catchy, choriste homme, confiant, errant, festif, fx reverb, insouciant, panoramique, brit rock, exaltant, guitare folk, medium, vie quotidienne

Le vagabond traîne sa bouteille
Il traîne son chien et son mégot
Il traîne une vie qui est la sienne


Poussière, poussière


Chauffe le vin de sa bouteille
Chauffe le feu de son mégot
Chauffe la vie de son vieux chien


Poussière, poussière


Quand vient la nuit puis le sommeil
La peur se glisse sous la peau
Gratte la plaie où dort sa peine

Poussière, poussière


Specks of dust

The vagabond drags his bottle
He drags his dog and his stub
He drags a life which is his own

Dust, dust
Heat the wine of his bottle
Heat the fire of his stub
Heat the life of his old dog

Dust, dust
Sleep escapes as the night comes
Fear slips under the skin
Scratches the wounds
where sleeps the pain
Dust, dust

France, lourdaud, tragi-comique, amusant, trompette, activité nocturne, chanteur , trombone, accordéon chromatique, indolent, balancement, gai & joyeux, ironique & malicieux, jazz New Orleans, marchant, rythmique, saoul, variété française, acoustique, bons moments (paroles), chanté en français, drogue (paroles), medium, version principale

V1Here I am,The same place I was beforeLike I tookYou With a blue and yellow pill
Now I’m drunk andTell me honestly
If I said I loved youWould you say you love me

PCTwo Three four,DrinksSome people don't feel a thing5 6 7 8Feel it in the morning

CHI’m too good at falling in loveFalling in loveFalling in love
Bartender says
That I’ve had EnoughI’ve had enoughI’ve had enoughCause if he’s a beer
And I get a TasteJust Be careful cause

I’m a Lightweight

V2Here I amI’m hazy and my head is soreGot a fear my feelings are about to spillNow I’m doneI promise you no more boozeBut when tomorrow comesI’ll have a shot

PCOr twoThree four drinksSome people don’t feel a thing5 6 7 8Feel it in the morning

CHI’m too good at falling in loveFalling in loveFalling in love
Bartender says
That I’ve had EnoughI’ve had enoughI’ve had enoughCause if he’s a beer
And I get a TasteJust Be careful causeI’m a lightweight

catchy, insouciant, people, pop song, chanteuse, choriste femme, confiant, entraînant, mode, percutant, actuel, percussion électronique, rythmé, rythmique, synthétiseur, urbain, dansant, déterminé, pub, attitude, dance-pop, lourd, amour (paroles), chanté en anglais, drogue (paroles), fête (paroles), rapide, version principale

puissant & imposant, trap, actuel, attitude, entraînant, exaltant, saccadé, sport d'équipe, sport de glisse, sport extrême & de combat, street sports, clubbing, déterminé, lourd, people, percutant, urbain, paysage urbain, rythmique, synthétiseur, ascendant, future beat, glitch (texture), pub, rythmé, mode, chanté en anglais, chanteur , introduction, trash (texture), programmation, dansant, drogue (paroles), explicit lyrics, rapide, version principale, vocal

Chorus:




I can’t get enough, no
patience

Bottom of the bottle I’m
wasted,

Spiff to the face and I’m
faded,

And these drugs got my
heart racing.




I can’t get enough, no
patience

I can see the Bottom of
the bottle I’m wasted,

And I just rolled my last
Spiff and I’m faded,

And these drugs got my
heart racing.




I can’t get enough, no
patience

Bottom of the bottle I’m
wasted,

Spiff to the face and I’m
faded,

And these drugs got my
heart racing.




I can’t get enough, no
patience

I can see the Bottom of
the bottle I’m wasted,

And I just rolled my last
Spiff and I’m faded,

And these drugs got my
heart racing




Verse 2:




Said she wana kick it for
the night girl,

Yeah I got love for the
white girl

That have you up all day
from the night girl,

And I got a good price so
we alright girl.

She make you numb from
her touch,

You can’t resist her
smell

She make bitches wana
fuck

I wana make them sales

And I love it when she
heavy

and she on them scales.

And we out for the night.

One hit will make you
feel right

The other hit will make
you feel nice,

Welcome to the city of
vice,

And my advice is that you
take your time in this life,

Everything will be
alright when your high.

Yeah.

And then it ends.

You can still front and
pretend,

Too many snakes no
friends

So I got my own back till
the end.




Rock n roll-a I dun told
yah

I’m a soldier

If it don’t kill me it
only makes me bolder,

Been through shit and now
I’m focused,

Visions blurred

This weed I’m toking.

Uggh,

Looking out my window,

I see the rain

The rain it drips slow

Just like the pain

The pain it don’t go,

So take another sip to
drown my sorrows.




Chorus:




I can’t get enough, no
patience

Bottom of the bottle I’m
wasted,

Spiff to the face and I’m
faded,

And these drugs got my
heart racing.




I can’t get enough, no
patience

I can see the Bottom of
the bottle I’m wasted,

And I just rolled my last
Spiff and I’m faded,

And these drugs got my
heart racing.




I can’t get enough, no
patience

Bottom of the bottle I’m
wasted,

Spiff to the face and I’m
faded,

And these drugs got my
heart racing.




I can’t get enough, no
patience

I can see the Bottom of
the bottle I’m wasted,

And I just rolled my last
Spiff and I’m faded,

And these drugs got my
heart racing




Verse 2:




10:59 telephone rings and
I ain’t got no time,

10.59 knocking at my door
and I ain’t got no time,

Give me a minute coz I
ain’t finished,

This ain’t the end,

This just the beginning

Just like the Phoenix
from the flames

I will never diminish,

And if you thought I was
finished

Look at me now
motherfucker

I’m winning,

Look at me now
motherfucker no limit

I said it loud
motherfucker let’s get it,

I want the crown and I
won’t stop till I get it,

If blood spills it was
Yoshi that shed it

If blood spills it was
yoshi that shed it,

With no regrets bitch,

Niggas going right I’m
going left bitch,

And you couldn’t touch
this coz my flow is antiseptic,

Limp when I be stepping

Pimping the game

I’m on a next ting

I elevate and in the
dirt’s where I left them

lourd, nocturne, trap, paysage urbain, urbain, cloud rap, déterminé, fier, mystérieux, percussion électronique, synthétiseur, actuel, chanteur , entraînant, percutant, rythmé, rythmique, chanté en anglais, drogue (paroles), introduction, medium, version principale, vocal

IDLE HOURVERSE
There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one
CHORUS
You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

VERSE
The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

CHORUS
So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home

ballade country, honky tonk, chanteur , mélancolique, Amérique du Nord, chanté en anglais, sentimental, guitare pedal steel, rythmique, tendre, comédie romantique, relax, émouvant, groupe, guitare électrique, indolent, paisible, piano acoustique, vie quotidienne, amour, acoustique, drogue (paroles), fête (paroles), guitare folk, lent, masculin, rupture amoureuse (paroles) , version principale