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.

folk song, male singer, 1970, North America, driving, drug (lyrics), folk rock, tracking shot, wide open space, folk guitar, strict, road (lyrics), catchy, relentless, electric guitar, jamming, acoustic, cavalcade, sung in English , male back up vocalist, band, fast, rhythm section, trains, main version

White lines, cruel designs,
You just can’t get enough,Flash of light, out of sight,Now it’s in your blood,Confetti nights, petty fights,They always end the same,You’ll do the same tomorrow,You know you’ll never change
The next time you call me late at nightI just want you to know
Be careful what you wish for you might just get it,If you think money makes you rich you might as well just forget it
Red wine, on the rug,It looks just like blood,Cold sweat, shallow breath,One thing you can’t outrun,Late nights, cruel delights,It’s all got too much,You’ve run out of patience,Now you’ve run out of luck

The next time you call me late at nightI just want you to know
Be careful what you wish for you might just get it,If you think money makes you rich you might as well just forget it

indie rock, masculine, mechanical sport, attitude, action movie, extreme & fighting sport, blues rock, male singer, fiery, drums, driving, lively, band, distorted electric guitar, relentless, powerful & imposing, street sports, male back up vocalist, explosive, riff, rough, teen drama, catchy, percussive, money (lyrics), drug (lyrics), fast, strident, urgent, main version

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, clumsy, tragi-comic, funny, trumpet, night activity, male singer, trombone, chromatic accordion, lazy, swaying, happy & joyful, ironical & mischievous, New-Orleans jazz, walking, rhythm section, drunk, french variety, acoustic, good times (lyrics), sung French, drug (lyrics), medium, main version

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, carefree, celebs, pop song, female singer, female back up vocalist, confident, lively, fashion, percussive, modern, electronic percussion, rhythmic, rhythm section, synthesizer, urban, danceable, driving, advertising, attitude, dance-pop, heavy, love (lyrics), sung in English , drug (lyrics), fast, main version

powerful & imposing, street sports, trap (music), modern, attitude, lively, uplifting, jerky, team sport, water sport, extreme & fighting sport, club, driving, heavy, celebs, percussive, urban, urban landscape, rhythm section, synthesizer, rising, future beat, glitch (texture), advertising, rhythmic, fashion, sung in English , male singer, introduction, trash (texture), sequencing, danceable, drug (lyrics), explicit lyrics, fast, main version, 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

heavy, modern, male singer, lively, nocturnal, percussive, rhythmic, trap (music), urban landscape, rhythm section, urban, sung in English , cloud rap, driving, drug (lyrics), proud, introduction, medium, mysterious, electronic percussion, synthesizer, main version, 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

country ballad, honky tonk, male singer, melancholic, North America, sung in English , sentimental, pedal steel guitar, rhythm section, tender, romantic comedy, relaxed, moving, band, electric guitar, lazy, peaceful, acoustic piano, everyday life, romantic , acoustic, drug (lyrics), folk guitar, slow, masculine, main version

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, night activity, electric bass , male singer, happy & joyful, electric guitar, relentless, building, England, drums, catchy, male back up vocalist, confident, wandering, festive, fx reverb, carefree, panoramic, psychedelia, 1970, brit rock, Song and theme, sung in English , drug (lyrics), lively, uplifting, folk guitar, hypnotic, medium, Farfisa organ, everyday life, vocal