Indie British pop with a funny hook @ 0'24. Catchy, fun, bouncy, ...Indie British pop with a funny hook @ 0'24. Catchy, fun, bouncy, rhythmic & smiling. Electric guitars, bass & rhythm.
Electro funk, French Touch. Catchy, modern, dance & mainstream. ...Electro funk, French Touch. Catchy, modern, dance & mainstream. Recommended for clubbing & party. Synth, filtered voice & rhythm. Drop @ 0'44.歌词
Fake friends
All we do is pretend
Tell you that they love u what a doesn’t at the end
Have of u fakers
Back in a day
Snake in a grash and get on my way
That fake a punch it looke hey
Borry go less daily come in my faith
Big friend
All we do is pretend
Tell you that they love u what a doesn’t at the end
Fake friends
All we do is pretend
Uplifting, carefree, fun. Propulsive beats with happy whistling and ...Uplifting, carefree, fun. Propulsive beats with happy whistling and mallet melodies are joined by confident and positive male vocals. Summery, catchy and upbeat indie pop with a folk feel and lyrics about fun, romance and adventure.歌词
I feel there’s something in the air It’s leading me to anywhere I know the best is yet to come I know we’re going to have some fun. I hear the ocean at my feet I hear Miami calling me You say it’s warm this time of year I say it’s time we disappeared And we take our getaway.
So, let’s go round the world To somewhere unfamiliar I know there’s something in the sun I know we’ve only just begun.
Let’s fly away for a year Let’s be adventure pioneers Head out to somewhere in the sun Let’s go around the world.
Where to go? This is what I think, Would you pour me another drink? I’d like to go to Singapore I’d like to learn to sing some more. You really love your summer hair.
I like your skimpy underwear! And you love the smell of sun cream And I love the time we disappear Just to make our getaway.
Reflective, happy, summery. Friendly and upbeat guitar melodies ...Reflective, happy, summery. Friendly and upbeat guitar melodies meander playfully. Warm, bright and positive acoustic jazz with a light, earnest feel.
Reflective, happy, summery. Friendly and upbeat guitar melodies ...Reflective, happy, summery. Friendly and upbeat guitar melodies meander playfully. Warm, bright and positive acoustic jazz with a light, earnest feel. Alternative vintage mix.
Reflective, happy, summery. Friendly and upbeat guitar melodies ...Reflective, happy, summery. Friendly and upbeat guitar melodies meander playfully. Warm, bright and positive acoustic jazz with a light, earnest feel.
Reflective, happy, summery. Friendly and upbeat guitar melodies ...Reflective, happy, summery. Friendly and upbeat guitar melodies meander playfully. Warm, bright and positive acoustic jazz with a light, earnest feel.
Upbeat, confident, cool. Energetic and playful guitar melodies weave ...Upbeat, confident, cool. Energetic and playful guitar melodies weave with a reflective, determined attitude. Atmospheric and summery acoustic jazz cue.
Upbeat, confident, cool. Energetic and playful guitar melodies weave ...Upbeat, confident, cool. Energetic and playful guitar melodies weave with a reflective, determined attitude. Atmospheric and summery acoustic jazz cue. Alternative vintage mix.
Upbeat, confident, cool. Energetic and playful guitar melodies weave ...Upbeat, confident, cool. Energetic and playful guitar melodies weave with a reflective, determined attitude. Atmospheric and summery acoustic jazz cue.
Upbeat, confident, cool. Energetic and playful guitar melodies weave ...Upbeat, confident, cool. Energetic and playful guitar melodies weave with a reflective, determined attitude. Atmospheric and summery acoustic jazz cue.
Positive, innocent, organic. Bright ukulele strums with gentle ...Positive, innocent, organic. Bright ukulele strums with gentle Balalaika melodies build with propulsive bass, soft beats, tambourine, shakers and handclaps. Playful accordion and whimsical dulcimer join, creating a catchy and upbeat instrumental Baltic folk cue, full of lighthearted, carefree energy. Increases in pace towards the end for an energetic, celebratory finale.
Positive, innocent, organic. Bright ukulele strums with gentle ...Positive, innocent, organic. Bright ukulele strums with gentle Balalaika melodies build with propulsive bass, soft beats, tambourine, shakers and handclaps. Playful accordion and whimsical dulcimer join, creating a catchy and upbeat instrumental Baltic folk cue, full of lighthearted, carefree energy. Increases in pace towards the end for an energetic, celebratory finale.
Song sung in French. 30's. Jazzy, mischievous & loving. Male & female ...Song sung in French. 30's. Jazzy, mischievous & loving. Male & female singer duet, piano, bassoon & rhythm.歌词
Un reflet de vous dans la vitrineEt mon cœur soudain se ranimeComme au ciné ou dans les magazinesUn reflet de vousVos yeux qui m’entraînentVotre charme de ParisienneVotre silhouette sur la mienneUn reflet de vous,Votre taille fineDéjà je vous imagine...Au volant de votre DauphineEntre Paris et Morzine
Un reflet de vous dans la vitrineEt mon cœur soudain s’illumineDu bout des yeux je vous devineUn sourire de vous,Vos fines moustachesQui se reflètent dans la glaceEt ce bonheur qui me dépasseUn veston croisé,Le regard en coinVotre charme parisienUn reflet de vous, je vous vois sur l’heureFringant sur votre scooter
Un reflet de nousDedans la vitrineLe destin qui se dessineAu volant d’une limousineNous partirons pour la Chine(Adieu, partons pour la Chine)
English translation : UN REFLET DE VOUS
Your réflection in the windowAnd my heart leaps upLike in the movies or in the magazinesYour reflectionYour eyes enchant meYour Parisian charmYour silhouette on mineYour reflectionYour slim waistAlready I imagine you…At the wheel of your DauphineBetween Paris and Morzine Your reflection in the windowAnd my heart suddenly brightensWith a glimpse I make you outYour smileYour fine moustacheReflected in the mirrorAnd the happiness I can but imagineA double-breasted jacketA sidelong glanceYour Parisian charmYour reflection, I see you straight awayA dashing image on your scooter
Your reflectionIn the windowDestiny is drawnAt the wheel of a limousineWe’re off to the China
Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female ...Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female singer, piano, strings & guitar.歌词
ParisT'as l'palpitant à Notre-DameMais l'Amour c'est rue d'AmsterdamQu'on l'achète, pour des picaillons,Mêm' à c'prix là parfois c'est bon ParisT'as la tête au creux des nuagesLa Tour Eiffel et trois étagesQui scintillent quand arriv' le soirDès fois qu'tu vois tout trop en noir ParisT'as les pieds au bord de la SeineOù s'noie l’chagrin quand t’as d’la peineSous des vagues de mélancolieAu son des orgu' de Barbarie ParisT’as les esgourd' qu’ont des bouchonsA caus' de la circulationT’as plus vingt berges et dans ta voixQuand tu gamberges ça n’est plus toi
ParisT'as les poumons dans l' Bois d'VincennesDans l’Bois d'Boulogne des phénomènesQui respirent un parfum d’amour Qui ne durera pas toujours
ParisDans tes veines y a l'métro qui ramePour écouler tous les quidamsQui s'serrent les coudes au p'tit matinPour s'faufiler jusqu'au turbin ParisT’as les tripes au Quartier LatinQuand vient l’mois d’Mai et dans la mainTu tiens l'fusil ou bien l' canonA l'heur' de la Révolution ParisY a tes peintres qui t'font des couleursDes piqu'assiettes qui n'ont pas peurD'impressionner dans les salonsTime is Monet ou Valadon ParisT'as tant d'amour dans tes chansonsQu'parfois on en perd la raisonQu'on se les siffle à tout bout d'champEt parfois mêm' aux enterr'ments
English translation :
PARIS ParisYour heart is in Notre DameBut love, it’s in rue d’AmsterdamWhere you buy it for peanuts ParisYour head is nestled in the cloudsThe Eiffel Tower and its three storiesWhich sparkle as night fallsIf ever you looking on the dark side ParisYour feet on the bank of the SeineWhere sadness drowns when you’re in painUnder waves of melancholyTo the sound of the barrel organ Paris,Your ears are blockedBecause of the trafficYou’re no longer twenty and in your voiceI you think about itIt’s no longer you ParisYour lungs are in the Bois de VincennesAnd in the Bois de Boulogne these creaturesWho breeze a perfume of loveWhich will not last forever ParisIn your veins there’s the metro striving To circulate your populationCrushed together in the early morningOn their way to work ParisYour guts are in the Latin QuarterWhen the month of May comes aroundPistol in your hand or even the canonAt the hour of the Revolution ParisPainters fill you with coloursScroungers
unafraidTo make an impression in the salonsTime is Monet or Valadon ParisSo much love in your songsSometimes loosing our heads in themWhistling them at every turnAnd sometimes even at funerals
Song sung in French. Waltz. Paris 50's. romantic & tender. Female ...Song sung in French. Waltz. Paris 50's. romantic & tender. Female singer, accordion, flute, string ensemble & trumpet.歌词
Mon paradis c'est Paris,Même quand il est gris,Des bords de Marne à la rue de Rivoli,Il y flott' un air de fête,Mon paradis c'est Paris. Un parfum de bohême anime les faubourgs,On s'encanaille on s'aime, et jusqu'au petit jour,Belles Gueules et garçonnes, poètes et dandysOn ne refuse personne, pourvu qu'on aime la vie !
English translation :
MON PARADIS My paradise is ParisEven on grey daysFrom the banks of the Marne to the rue de RivoliA festive tune floats on the airMy paradise is Paris A scent of bohemia perfumes suburbsWe take chances, we make love till the first lights of dawnHandsome chaps and flappers, poets and dandiesAll welcome, so long as they are lovers of life
Instrumental version, no voice. France. Historic song. First World ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. Historic song. First World War 1917. Nostalgic. Solo accordion.
Song sung in French. Historical song. First World War.1917. Dramatic. ...Song sung in French. Historical song. First World War.1917. Dramatic. Male singer & accordion.歌词
Quand au bout d'huit jours, le r'pos terminé, On va r'prendre les tranchées, Notre place est si utile Que sans nous on prend la pile. Mais c'est bien fini, on en a assez, Personn' ne veut plus marcher, Et le cœur bien gros, comm' dans un sanglot On dit adieu aux civ'lots. Même sans tambour, même sans trompette, On s'en va là-haut en baissant la tête. Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour, Adieu toutes les femmes. C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours, De cette guerre infâme. C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau, Qu'on doit laisser sa peau Car nous sommes tous condamnés Nous sommes les sacrifiés !Huit jours de tranchées, huit jours de souffrance, Pourtant on a l'espérance Que ce soir viendra la r'lève Que nous attendons sans trêve. Soudain, dans la nuit et dans le silence, On voit quelqu'un qui s'avance, C'est un officier de chasseurs à pied, Qui vient pour nous remplacer. Doucement dans l'ombre, sous la pluie qui tombe Les petits chasseurs vont chercher leurs tombes.
English translation : Craonne Song When at the end of a week's leaveWe go back to the trenches, Our place there is so usefulThat without us we'd get a thrashing.But now it’s finished we've had enoughNobody wants to march anymore.And with hearts downcast with sobs,We're saying good-bye to the civilians, Even without drum or trumpetWe're heading up there with lowered heads. Good-bye to life, good-bye to love, Good-bye to all you women, It's finished, and foreverwe've had it for good with this awful war.It's in Craonne up on the plateau That we're leaving our skins,'Cause we've all been sentenced to die. We're the ones that they're sacrificing A week in the trenches, a week of suffering, And yet we still have hopeThat tonight the relief will come That we keep waiting for.Suddenly in the silent night We hear someone approachIt's an infantry officer Who's coming to take over from us. Quietly in the shadows as the rain fallsThe poor soldiers go in search of their graves Those who’ve got the dough, they will come back'Cause it's for them that we're dying. Now it’s finished, 'cause all us poor soldiers Are going to go on strike. It'll be your turn, fat cats, To go up onto the plateau. And if you want war, Then pay for it with your own skins. On the grand boulevards it's hard to watch All the fat cats whooping it up For them life is good But for us it's not the same Instead of hiding, all these shirkers Would do better by going up to the trenches To defend what they have, because we have nothing All of us poor wretches All our comrades are buried there Defending the wealth of these gentlemen here
Positive, lighthearted, fun. Carefree classical guitar melodies are ...Positive, lighthearted, fun. Carefree classical guitar melodies are joined by light shakers in this reflective yet contented traditional Latin song. Beautiful, summery and warm Venezuelan folk with heart.
Upbeat, happy, bright. Positive classical guitar melodies weave with ...Upbeat, happy, bright. Positive classical guitar melodies weave with light shakers in this whimsical and carefree traditional Latin cue. Heartwarming and hopeful Venezuelan folk.
French cinema. Interrogative but driving. Jazzy, piano, jazz guitar, ...French cinema. Interrogative but driving. Jazzy, piano, jazz guitar, harp, strings & rhythm @ 0'57.
