Motown, soul, pop in a 60's mood. Upbeat, playful & catchy. Guitar, rhythm & bells. [...]Motown, soul, pop in a 60's mood. Upbeat, playful & catchy. Guitar, rhythm & bells. Suggested for tv shows & advertising.
X-Mas version. Motown, soul, pop in a 60's mood. Upbeat, playful & catchy. Guitar, rhythm, [...]X-Mas version. Motown, soul, pop in a 60's mood. Upbeat, playful & catchy. Guitar, rhythm, sleigh ride & bell. Suggested for tv shows & advertising.
Underscore. Motown, soul, pop in a 60's mood. Upbeat, playful & catchy. Guitar, female [...]Underscore. Motown, soul, pop in a 60's mood. Upbeat, playful & catchy. Guitar, female voice, rhythm & bells. Suggested for tv shows & advertising.
Lyrics [...] Rock ballad in a UK 60's style. Sentimental, determined with a psychedelic vibe. [...]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
Boogie rock'n'roll in the spirit of the late 50's & 60's. Danceable, lively, positive & [...]Boogie rock'n'roll in the spirit of the late 50's & 60's. Danceable, lively, positive & virtuoso. Solo piano.
Alternate vintage piano. Boogie rock'n'roll in the spirit of the 60's. Danceable, lively, [...]Alternate vintage piano. Boogie rock'n'roll in the spirit of the 60's. Danceable, lively, positive & virtuoso. Solo piano.
Lyrics [...] Song sung in French. 60's & 70's Cabaret. Mischievous & joyful. Female singer & [...]Song sung in French. 60's & 70's Cabaret. Mischievous & joyful. Female singer & small orchestra.
Les gens de ma sorteSont de vrais amoursSur le pas d’ leur porteIls vous disent « Bonjour ! »« Hello ! Tu viens chéri ? »« Tu seras mon homme »« Là-haut dans mon p’tit nid »« Tu pourras admirer Paris »Les gens de ma sorteOnt un p’tit béguin
Pour les gens qui portentLe « chic parisien »Pour faire des foliesUne douce ivresse :Le Paradis des petites femmes de Paris Sur les Champs-ElyséesTout près des quais de la SeineAu comptoir des cafésAux abords du Bois d’VincennesOn peut les voir passerTrès
coquettes elles se promènentMon Dieu qu’elles sont joliesMais moi j’vous l’dit : Les gens de ma sorteOnt des rendez-vousQui parfois rapportentExtrêmement beaucoupQuand dîner sur l’boul’vardD’vient une habitudeOn n ‘a plus le cafardEt les idées comme du café noirLes gens de ma sorteRêvent de bijouxQue les Dames portentAutour de leur couEt si cela finitAdieu la richesse...Je veux aller là où mon cœur me conduitAu Paradis des petites femmes de Paris
English translation : LES PETITES FEMMES DE PARIS People like meAre proper dearsOn their door stepThey say « Allo darlin’ fancy a bit?”“you’ll be my man »”Up their in my little nest”“You can admire Paris”People like me Take a fancyTo people who wear“Parisian chic”So are folliesAre bathed in sweet inebriation:The paradise of the little ladies of Paris
On the Champs ElyséesRight by the quays of the SeineIn the café barsTo the edges of the Bois de VincennesWe see them go bySo coquettish as they walkMy word how pretty they areBut I must tell you people like meHave rendez-vousWhich sometimesBring in a lot of moneyWhen we become accustomedTo dining on the boulevardWe lose the bluesAnd thoughts as black as café noir.People like me Dream of jewelsThat grand ladies wearAround their necksAnd, dream over,Farewell richness…I want to go where my heart leads meTo the paradise of the little ladies of Paris
Je tourne en rond dans ma boutique,J'en ai ma claque j'en ai ma clique.J'vends des souvenirs au bout d'la place,Toute une camelote qui s'entasse,Mais tout ce commerce est en berne,Depuis que c'est mon mec qui le gouverne.
Oh! mais là faut que ça cesse!J'suis plus de la première jeunesseSi je veux vivre de mes breloques,Il faut que j'le mette à la porte! Mais qui va m'réchauffer l'café?Partager mes coups dans l'nez?Me dire que j'suis la plus belle,Pendant que je fais la vaisselle?
Et dès qu'arrivent les touristes,Le voilà qui se met en piste!Il terrorise les gamins,Et les parents font du tintouin,Et s'il entre une bonne sœur, Monsieur, grossier,Insulte le seigneur!
English translation : RENGAINE
I go round and round in my boutique,I can’t stand it anymoreI sell souvenirs at the end of the square,A load of tat piling upBut because business is badSince my guy took over Oh ! it’s got to stopI’m no longer in the prime of youthIf I must live from my trinketsI’ll have to chuck him outBut who’s gonna make my coffeeShare the one over the oddsTell me I am the prettiestWhile I’m doing the washing-up And as soon as the tourists arrive,Then his show beginsHe terrorizes the kidsAnd the parents make fussAnd if a none comes in, Monsieur, uncouth,Insults the Good Lord
Cool, swaying, sneaky & sensual. Like walking with attitude in a 70's film noir. Suggested [...]Cool, swaying, sneaky & sensual. Like walking with attitude in a 70's film noir. Suggested for retro investigation, vintage detective stories & film noir.
Like a nocturnal spree. Jazz quintet with sax & trumpet. In the spirit of the 60's Film [...]Like a nocturnal spree. Jazz quintet with sax & trumpet. In the spirit of the 60's Film Noir and the Nouvelle Vague. Suggested for New York City scenes, positive & classy ambiance.
Catchy, stimulating & wild. Pure psyche/acid rock of the late 60's with a modern loud [...]Catchy, stimulating & wild. Pure psyche/acid rock of the late 60's with a modern loud rhythm. Flying & crying lead guitar full lengh over a feral drum. Psychedelic rock band. Related to flower power, Woodstock Festival & hippy revival.
Urgent, edgy & lively. Anthemic guitar rock n' roll riff. Catchy & pulsing. Break with drum [...]Urgent, edgy & lively. Anthemic guitar rock n' roll riff. Catchy & pulsing. Break with drum hits @ 1'16. Rock n' Roll band / Rock'n roll revival.
Lyrics [...] Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Female voice, electric guitar, strings & rhythm.
Italiano Ritornello :
Ballare, Ballare si si si si Tornare Tornare no no no no Girare si, cantare si Dormire no
Strofe :
Dipingi con la matita nera Il contorno dei tuoi occhi verdi Uno sguardo di felina Nottambula Tu tracci disegni scolpisci Petali di rose rosse Sul’orlo delle tue labbra Tu girerai tutta per la notte finché sara mattino Perché lo sai la vita e breve, Allora...
Ondeggia il tuo corpo snello E Piano pian’ il tuo profumo Diffonde in mezzo alla folla Nottambula Anche ad occhi chiusi Lo sai ché notan' solo te
Al chiarore della luna
Tu girerai tutta per la notte finché sara mattino Perché lo sai la vita e breve, Allora...
Français
Refrain :
Danser, oui
Danser, oui Rentrer, non Rentrer, non, Tourner oui, chanter oui Dormir, non !
Couplets :
Tu soulignes au crayon noir le contour de tes yeux verts Un regard de féline Noctambule Tu traces, dessines et découpes Des pétales de roses rouges Sur l'ourlet de tes lèvres Tu sortiras toute la nuit Jusqu'au petit matin Car tu sais que la vie est courte Alors...
Ton corps mince ondule Et petit à petit ton parfum Se diffuse dans la foule Noctambule Même avec les yeux fermés Tu sais qu'ils ne voient que toi Dans la clarté de la lune Tu sortiras toute la nuit Jusqu'au petit matin Car tu sais que la vie est courte Alors...
English
Chorus
Dance Dance yes Go home no Go home no Spin around yes, sing yes Sleep no
Verse
You underline in black crayon The curve of your green eyes A feline look Nocturnal You trace, draw and cut out Petals of red roses On the edge of your lips You will go out all night long Until the early hours Because you know that life is short. Allora…
Your slim body sways And little by little your sent Wafts over the crowd Nocturnal Even with your eyes closed You know that they see only you By the light of the moon You will go out all night long Until the early hours Because you know that life is short. Allora…
Lyrics [...] Song. Sung in Italian with an English accent. 60's. Female voice, electric guitar, [...]Song. Sung in Italian with an English accent. 60's. Female voice, electric guitar, strings & rhythm.
English
Chorus
Dance Dance yes Go home no Go home no Spin around yes, sing yes Sleep no
Verse
You underline in black crayon The curve of your green eyes A feline look Nocturnal You trace, draw and cut out Petals of red roses On the edge of your lips You will go out all night long Until the early hours Because you know that life is short. Allora…
Your slim body sways And little by little your sent Wafts over the crowd Nocturnal Even with your eyes closed You know that they see only you By the light of the moon You will go out all night long Until the early hours Because you know that life is short. Allora… Italiano Ritornello :
Ballare, Ballare si si si si Tornare Tornare no no no no Girare si, cantare si Dormire no
Strofe :
Dipingi con la matita nera Il contorno dei tuoi occhi verdi Uno sguardo di felina Nottambula Tu tracci disegni scolpisci Petali di rose rosse Sul’orlo delle tue labbra Tu girerai tutta per la notte finché sara mattino Perché lo sai la vita e breve, Allora...
Ondeggia il tuo corpo snello E Piano pian’ il tuo profumo Diffonde in mezzo alla folla Nottambula Anche ad occhi chiusi Lo sai ché notan' solo te
Al chiarore della luna
Tu girerai tutta per la notte finché sara mattino Perché lo sai la vita e breve, Allora...
Français
Refrain :
Danser, oui
Danser, oui Rentrer, non Rentrer, non, Tourner oui, chanter oui Dormir, non !
Couplets :
Tu soulignes au crayon noir le contour de tes yeux verts Un regard de féline Noctambule Tu traces, dessines et découpes Des pétales de roses rouges Sur l'ourlet de tes lèvres Tu sortiras toute la nuit Jusqu'au petit matin Car tu sais que la vie est courte Alors...
Ton corps mince ondule Et petit à petit ton parfum Se diffuse dans la foule Noctambule Même avec les yeux fermés Tu sais qu'ils ne voient que toi Dans la clarté de la lune Tu sortiras toute la nuit Jusqu'au petit matin Car tu sais que la vie est courte Alors...
Le premier amour Sera pour toujours le plus beau Le premier amour sera pour toujours le plus fort A l’horizon quand le ciel s’obscurcit, On ne s’en aperçoit pas Mais le premier amour ne se vit qu’une seule fois.
Le premier regard Reste dans mes rêves Le premier regard reste Dans mon coeur Dans nos yeux tant, tant de promesses Qu’un seul battement de cil Peut donner assez d’amour pour l’éternité.
Le premier baiser Sera pour toujours le plus doux Le premier baiser Sera pour toujours le plus sincère Quand nos mains se séparent Quand nous devons nous dire au revoir Alors « à demain » sonne comme « adieu ».
English
The first love Will always be the finest The first love Will always be the deepest On the horizon as the sky is fading We don’t realize it But the first love only lives once.
The first look Stays in my dreams The first look
Stays in my heart In our eyes, so many, so many promesses That one blink of an eye Can give enough love for eternity.
The first kiss Will always be the sweetest The first kiss Will always be the more sincere When our hands part When we must say goodbyes Then “goodbye” sounds “adieu”.
Il est venu le temps de l'amour automne,le temps de l'insouciance et des rires perdus, il a soufflé le vent des soirs monotones et lents l'amour automne, est venu doucement. Il est si froid le temps de l'amour hiver, quand plus rien ne se crée et que tout se perd la neige a recouvert princesses et chevaliers blancs l'amour hiver a glacé les amants Comme il est loin le temps de l'amour printemps, son parfum éphémère, ses manèges d'antan il dure qu'un instant, et puis, il est derrière l'amour printemps, c'est celui des enfants. English translation :AUTUMN LOVE
Came the time of autumn love, The time of nonchalance and lost laughter, The wind blew in the slow monotonous evenings Autumn love came slowly. The time of winter love is so cold, When nothing grows and all is lost The snow covered princesses and white knights Winter love froze lovers
How far away is the time of spring love, Its ephemeral fragrance, the fairground rides of yesteryear It lasts only a moment, and then, it is passed Spring love is the Love of children.
Lyrics [...] Song sung in French. Nostalgic & romantic. Female singer, accordion, piano, clarinet [...]Song sung in French. Nostalgic & romantic. Female singer, accordion, piano, clarinet & flute.
On croise à ParisDe Montmartre à Saint LouisDes amours transis sous un même parapluieOn les voit qui s'enlacent sur le pont des Arts,On les voit qui s'embrassentSur un quai de gare.
Paris, encore, Paris, toujours,Petits trésors et grand amour.Paris, encore, Paris, toujours,Paris, la nuit, Paris, le jour.
Emmène moi au bal que l'on donne à minuit,Fais-moi voir les étoiles, dansons tout' la nuitSous cent mille lumières,Fais-moi tourner encore,Fais-moi quitter la terre pour des nuages d'or
English translation : PARIS TOUJOURS In Paris from Montmartre to Saint LouisWe see lovers fixed under a single umbrellaWe see them entwined on the Pont des Arts,We see them kiss On a station platform
Paris again, Paris alwaysLittle treasures and great loveParis again, Paris alwaysParis by night, Paris by day Take me to the midnight ball,let me see the stars, let’s dance all night long‘neath a hundred thousand lightsSpin me around againMake me quit this earth for clouds of gold
Stroll / madison in the style of the 50's & 60's. Relax & light-hearted. Rock band with [...]Stroll / madison in the style of the 50's & 60's. Relax & light-hearted. Rock band with lead guitar & hand claps.
