Lyrics ... Baggy, Mancunian, brit pop, acid house & 90s. Propulsive intro. ...Baggy, Mancunian, brit pop, acid house & 90s. Propulsive intro. Baggy, proud, glorious & danceable. Break @1'29 with filtered sampled backing vocals. Analog synth, house keyboard, TB-303, bass, singer & vintage drum machine. Ideal for wharehouse clubbing, documentary on 90s English music & advertising.
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
Oh I wasLiving for todayOh I wasLiving for todayOh I wasLiving for todayOh I wasLiving for todayOh I wasLiving for today Living for todayLiving for todayLiving for todayLiving for todayLiving for todayLiving for todayLiving for today
Lyrics ... French rap, hip-hop. Chill, solar & positive, with a 90's feel. Male ...French rap, hip-hop. Chill, solar & positive, with a 90's feel. Male rapper, fender Rhodes, sax & rhythm. Ideal for everyday life, city landscapes & street culture. Lyrics about good times & chilling everyday.
FR Matin je me lève tôt Hum Dehors il fait beau Rayons de soleil qui Réchauffent ma peau
Au parc poto Serviette et bouteille d’eau Bon son dans la sono Soleil dans la radio
Rajoute crème Peaufine bronzette Lunette de soleil Starlette sur la Croisette
Oiseau chansonnette Au bord de la rivière Se vider la tête Payote vue sur mer
Today is my day Personne le ruinera Bon pied au réveille Et ça continuera
Vol au-dessus de ça De ces coups bas De tous ces loujas Qui ne prennent pas d’canceva
Moi, je suis, plus trop dans la ville Je prends le vent Et va voguer vers les îles
Loin du speed des Amérique
Faut que je respire Yeah faut que je me tire
Faut que j’respire Yeah Faut que j’me tire Faut que j’respire Yeah Faut que j’me tire
Une bonne journée
Entre dans la danse Chillons tous ensemble Deux pas en avant Main sur le volant
Gauche, droite Main sur le volant Gauche, droite Main sur le volant
Les pieds dans le sable Petit pas de samba Tourne sur toi Et hop ça Repart
Gauche, droite Main sur le volant Gauche, droite Main sur le volant
Une bonne journée
Faut que j’respire Yeah Faut que j’me tire Faut que j’respire Yeah Faut que j’me tire Une bonne journée
EN
Morning, I wake up earlyHmm, it's a beautiful day outsideSun rays thatWarm my skin At the park, my buddyTowel and a water bottleGood music on the speakersSun on the radio Add some sunscreenPerfect the tanSunglasses onLike a star on the Croisette Birds singingBy the riverClearing my mindBeach hut with a sea view Today is my dayNo one will ruin itStarting on the right footAnd it will continue Flying above all of thatAbove the low blowsAbove all those scammersWho don't give a chance I'm not really in the city anymoreI'm taking the windAnd sailing to the islandsAway from the fast pace of America I need to breatheYeah, I need to get awayI need to breatheYeahI need to get awayI need to breatheYeah, I need to get away A good day Join the danceLet's all chill togetherTwo steps forwardHand on the steering wheel Left, rightHand on the steering wheelLeft, rightHand on the steering wheel Feet in the sandA little samba stepTurn aroundAnd off we go Left, rightHand on the steering wheelLeft, rightHand on the steering wheel A good day I need to breatheYeah, I need to get awayI need to breatheYeahI need to get awayA good day
Lyrics ... French rap, hip-hop. Introspective, resilient & hopeful. Male rapper, ...French rap, hip-hop. Introspective, resilient & hopeful. Male rapper, acoustic guitar & rhythm. Ideal for soul searching, resilience, street culture. Lyrics about destiny.
FR Je ne fais que toucher le bas du filet,J'rate pas quand il s'agit de billet,Certains diront qu'on est nés juste pour briller,Sans savoir les jobs qu'on a faits pour y arriver. J'ai jamais vrillé, toujours paré pour le mal bien habillé,Ce n'est pas parce que t'aimes pas ta vie que tu dois tenter de prendre la mienne.Ouais, je suis phénoménal, j'en ai pas trouvé deux comme moi,Tout se repose entre mes mains, c'est toucher le jackpot ou rien. À mener une vie comme ça, on perd tout ce qu'on a de bien,On veut mettre la mif en place, no stress,Et en grand espace, on fait le taf pas, par amour,Mais pour speeder le compte à rebours, j'ai perdu la seule que j'aime. Pour retrouver le bon parcours, des démons tournent autour,Les vipers n'auront pas ma peau, je maintiens les yeux vers le haut,Je garde la tête hors de l'eau, let's go.Tu connais ma devise, si y'a pas de beef, je m'en passe,Joue comme un MVP, toujours phénoménal. Tu veux une place dans l'équipe, j'en connais 100 comme toi,Mais ici, on compte pas les nuits, non, seulement les jours de gloire.Toujours phénoménal, ouais, je suis phénoménal,Tema la prise d'appui, quand je saute, je monte à la Ja Morant, toujours phénoménal. Ouais, je suis phénoménal, il y a toujours un risque de finir en bas,Quand tu veux être le number one.J'ai vécu, j'ai vaincu, le temps n'épargne que le bon Dieu,Alors on reste devant la pendule. On grossit, ouais, on baigne dans l'huile, on shoot pour le sommet, plein dans le mille,Car on connaît les enjeux, mon train de vie est dangereux,Mais je ne suis pas parano, je compte sur mes anges. Ouais, je suis phénoménal, j'en ai pas trouvé deux comme moi,Tout se repose entre mes mains, c'est toucher le jackpot ou rien.À mener une vie comme ça, on perd tout ce qu'on a de bien,On veut mettre la mif en place, no stress,Et en grand espace, on fait le taf pas, par amour,Mais pour speeder le compte à rebours, j'ai perdu la seule que j'aime. Pour retrouver le bon parcours, des démons tournent autour,Les vipers n'auront pas ma peau, je maintiens les yeux vers le haut,Je garde la tête hors de l'eau, let's go.Tu connais ma devise, si y'a pas de beef, je m'en passe,Joue comme un MVP, toujours phénoménal. Tu veux une place dans l'équipe, j'en connais 100 comme toi,Mais ici, on compte pas les nuits, non, seulement les jours de gloire.Toujours phénoménal, ouais, je suis phénoménal,Tema la prise d'appui, quand je saute, je monte à la Ja Morant, toujours phénoménal.
EN I only touch the bottom of the net,I don't miss when it comes to money,Some will say we were born to shine,Without knowing the jobs we've done to get there. I never veered off course, always ready for the challenge, well-dressed,It's not because you don't like your life that you should try to take mine.Yeah, I'm phenomenal, I haven't found two like me,Everything rests in my hands, it's either touch the jackpot or nothing. Living a life like this, we lose everything we have that's good,We want to set up the family, no stress,In a grand space, we put in the work, out of love,But to speed up the countdown, I lost the one I love. To find the right path again, demons are swirling around,The vipers won't get under my skin, I keep my eyes up high,I keep my head above water, let's go.You know my motto, if there's no beef, I do without,Play like an MVP, always phenomenal. You want a spot on the team, I know a hundred like you,But here, we don't count the nights, no, only the days of glory.Always phenomenal, yeah, I'm phenomenal,See the pivot, when I jump, I rise like Ja Morant, always phenomenal. Yeah, I'm phenomenal, there's always a risk of ending up at the bottom,When you want to be number one.I've lived, I've conquered, time spares only the good God,So we stay in front of the clock. We grow, yeah, we're living large, we shoot for the summit, right on target,Because we know the stakes, my way of life is dangerous,But I'm not paranoid, I rely on my angels. Yeah, I'm phenomenal, I haven't found two like me,Everything rests in my hands, it's either touch the jackpot or nothing.Living a life like this, we lose everything we have that's good,We want to set up the family, no stress,In a grand space, we put in the work, out of love,But to speed up the countdown, I lost the one I love. To find the right path again, demons are swirling around,The vipers won't get under my skin, I keep my eyes up high,I keep my head above water, let's go.You know my motto, if there's no beef, I do without,Play like an MVP, always phenomenal. You want a spot on the team, I know a hundred like you,But here, we don't count the nights, no, only the days of glory.Always phenomenal, yeah, I'm phenomenal,See the pivot, when I jump, I rise like Ja Morant, always phenomenal.
Punk rock, rock underscore. Energetic, exhilarating, nervous & ...Punk rock, rock underscore. Energetic, exhilarating, nervous & driving. Ballsy. Underscore live recording. Electric guitar riffs. Garage punk band. Recommended for teen spirit, skateboarding & car race.
Cold & mysterious loop with a medieval nordic touch. Piano & drone ...Cold & mysterious loop with a medieval nordic touch. Piano & drone pads. Ethereal choir @ 0'48 almost ghostly. Suggested for investigation, crime, police, thriller & scandinavia.
Romantic, passionate & inspired. Quartet in the spirit of the french ...Romantic, passionate & inspired. Quartet in the spirit of the french music of the Belle Epoque. Suggested for historical & sentimental drama & cultural heritage.
Lyrics ... Rock ballad in a UK 60's style. Sentimental, determined with a ...Rock ballad in a UK 60's style. Sentimental, determined with a psychedelic vibe. Male singer, rock band & tambourine.
Hello girl
Hello girl, won’t you tell me your name
Come on now, let’s play my game
In my room it’s you i want around
Tell me how it feels to be by my side
Don’t be shy kiss me on my lips
Let’s get high it’s just the way it is
Lying on the bed i’m watching you
You’re so beautiful i can’t believe it’s true
Lying on the bed i’m watching you
You’re so beautiful i can’t believe it’s true
Hello girl, won’t you tell me your name
Come on now, let’s play my game
In my room it’s you i want around
Tell me how it feels to be by my side
Rock ballad in a UK 60's style. Sentimental, determined with a ...Rock ballad in a UK 60's style. Sentimental, determined with a psychedelic vibe. Rock band.
Introspective, arid, pending & descriptive. Music for hot desert ...Introspective, arid, pending & descriptive. Music for hot desert landscape, social drama & travelling.
Italiano: A Londra sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Londra sono stato a mangiare un po’ di gnocchi. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, dei gnocchi cosi cotti, Che sembrano cemento! A Parigi sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Parigi sono stato a mangiare maccheroni. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Tre scarsi maccheroni, che del gusto solo l’ombra! Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma !Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso. A Pechino loro fanno, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Pechino loro fanno Stranissimi spaghetti. Mangiar con le bacchette, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Ma mangiar con le bacchette, c'è da diventar matto! A Miami ho ordinato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Miami ho ordinato Pesto e parmigiano. E che mi hanno portato? Mamma mia, Mamma mia, E che mi hanno portato? Ketchup e coca cola!Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.
Français: Je suis allé à Londres, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Londres manger des gnocchis.Le chef m’a servi, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Des gnocchis tellement cuits,Qu’on aurait dit du ciment. Je suis allé à Paris, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Paris manger des maccheronis.Le chef m’a servit, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Trois pauvres maccheronis, qui n’avait que l’ombre de leur goût ! Ah Mamma mia, tes pâtesAux tomates,Personne ne sait la faireAvec ta sauce aux piments.Des raviolis, des tortellinis,Et l’huile d’olive,De maman, Mamma mia, je suis au paradis A Pekin il font, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Pekin il fontD’étranges spaghettis.Manger avec les baguettes, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Mais manger avec les baguettes, c’est à devenir fou
A Miami j’ai commandé, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Miami j’ai commandé,Du pesto et du parmesan.Et qu’est-ce qu’ils m’ont apporté ?Du ketchup et du coca cola !!
English: I went to London, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to London and ate gnocchi.The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Gnocchi so overcookedYou’d have thought it was cement. I went to Paris Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to Paris and ate maccheroni, The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Three poor maccheroni, a pale shadow. Ah !Mamma mia,
your pastaWith tomatoes,No one, can make it your spicy sauceMamma’s ravioli, tortellini,And olive oilMamma mia I am in heaven In Peking they make Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Peking they make strange spaghettiTo eat with chopsticks,
Mamma mia, Mamma mia,But to eat with chopsticks is to go crazy. In Miami I ordered Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Miami I orderedPesto and parmesan.And what did they bring me?Ketchup and a Coca cola!!
Lyrics ... Song. Sung in Italian.1944. Protest song. Determined & exhilarating. ...Song. Sung in Italian.1944. Protest song. Determined & exhilarating. Male choir & acoustic guitar. Constant accelaration.
Italiano :Una mattina mi sono alzatoO bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Una mattina mi sono alzato E ho trovato l'invasor
O partigiano portami via O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao O partigiano portami via Ché mi sento di morir
E se io muoio da partigiano O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E se muoio da partigiano Tu mi devi seppellir
E seppellire lassù in montagna O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E seppellire lassù in montagna Sotto l'ombra di un bel fior
Tutte le genti che passeranno O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E le genti che passeranno Mi diranno: che bel fior
E quest' è il fiore del partigiano O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Quest'è il fiore del partigiano Morto per la libertà.
Français :Un matin, je me suis réveillé Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir Un matin, je me suis réveillé Et j'ai trouvé l'envahisseur
Ô ! partisan emportes-moi Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir Ô ! Partisan emporte-moi Je me sens prêt à mourir.
Et si je meurs en partisan Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir Et si je meurs en partisan Tu devras m'enterrer.
Tu devras m'enterrer là-haut sur la montagne Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Ciao, ciao Au revoir, au revoir Tu devras m'enterrer la haut sur la montagne A l'ombre d'une belle fleur.
Tous les gens qui passeront Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir Et les gens qui passeront Me diront «quelle belle fleur»
Et c'est la fleur du partisan Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir C'est la fleur du partisan Mort pour la liberté. Anglais:One morning I awakened, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao! (Goodbye beautiful) One morning I awakened And I found the invader.
Oh partisan carry me away, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao Oh partisan carry me away Because I feel death approaching.
And if I die as a partisan, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And if I die as a partisan Then you must bury me.
Bury me up in the mountain, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao Bury me up in the mountain Under the shade of a beautiful flower.
And all those who shall pass, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And all those who shall pass Will tell me "what a beautiful flower."
This is the flower of the partisan, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao This is the flower of the partisan Who died for freedom
Italiano: Alla mattina appena alzata O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao, ciao, ciao Alla mattina appena alzata In risaia mi tocca andar.
E fra gli insetti e le zanzare O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao E fra gli insetti e le zanzare Un dur lavoro mi tocca far.
Il capo in piedi col suo bastone O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Il capo in piedi col suo bastone E noi curve a lavorar.
O mamma mia o che tormento O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao O mamma mia o che tormento Lo t'invoco ogni doman.
Ed ogni ora che qui passiamo O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Ed ogni ora che qui passiamo Noi perdiam la gioventù.
Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante Lavoreremo in libertà.
Français: Le matin, à peine levéeO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoLe matin, à peine levéeÀ la rizière je dois allerEt entre les insectes et les moustiquesO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoEt entre les insectes et les moustiquesUn dur labeur je dois faireLe chef debout avec son bâtonO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoLe chef debout avec son bâtonEt nous courbées à travaillerO Bonne mère quel tourmentO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoO Bonne mère quel tourmentJe t'invoque chaque jourEt toutes les heures que nous passons iciO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoEt toutes les heures que nous passons iciNous perdons notre jeunesseMais un jour viendra que toutes autant que nous sommesO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoMais un jour viendra que toutes autant que nous sommesNous travaillerons en liberté.
Anglais: In the morning I got up Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao (Goodbye beautiful) In the morning I got up To the paddy rice fields, I have to go.
And between insects and mosquitoes Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And between insects and mosquitoes A hard work I have to work.
The boss is standing with his cane Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao The boss is standing with his cane And we work with our backs curved.
Oh my god, what a torment Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao Oh my god, what a torment As I call you every morning.
And every hour that we pass here Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And every hour that we pass here We lose our youth.
But the day will come when us all Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao But the day will come when us all Will work in freedom.
Respiro, respiro della sposa ora lasciata, Respiro respiro dell' onda morendo sulla riva. Français
Bleu, La couleur de la liberté Bleu, la pureté de l’immensité Là-haut, où le monde commence et se termine Là-haut où le soleil brille et disparaît
Un souffle Sur la voile blanche en errance (ou qui dérive ?) Un souffle, sur un homme qui ne reviendra pas Un soupir, Un soupir de la mariée laissée seule Un soupir de l’onde qui meurt sur la rive
English
Blue The colour of freedom Blue, purity and immensity Up there where the world begins and ends Up there where the sun shines and disappears
A breath
On the white sail in the distance A breath on a man who will never return A sigh,
A sigh of the bride left alone A sigh of the wave that dies on the shore
