Sentimental with a certain ardor, inspired & poignant with an Sentimental with a certain ardor, inspired & poignant with an oriental touch. Spanish guitar duo.
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.歌词
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 was Living for today Oh I was Living for today Oh I was Living for today Oh I was Living for today Oh I was Living for today
Living for today Living for today Living for today Living for today Living for today Living for today Living for today
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.歌词
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 early Hmm, it's a beautiful day outside Sun rays that Warm my skin
At the park, my buddy Towel and a water bottle Good music on the speakers Sun on the radio
Add some sunscreen Perfect the tan Sunglasses on Like a star on the Croisette
Birds singing By the river Clearing my mind Beach hut with a sea view
Today is my day No one will ruin it Starting on the right foot And it will continue
Flying above all of that Above the low blows Above all those scammers Who don't give a chance
I'm not really in the city anymore I'm taking the wind And sailing to the islands Away from the fast pace of America
I need to breathe Yeah, I need to get away I need to breathe Yeah I need to get away I need to breathe Yeah, I need to get away
A good day
Join the dance Let's all chill together Two steps forward Hand on the steering wheel
Left, right Hand on the steering wheel Left, right Hand on the steering wheel
Feet in the sand A little samba step Turn around And off we go
Left, right Hand on the steering wheel Left, right Hand on the steering wheel
A good day
I need to breathe Yeah, I need to get away I need to breathe Yeah I need to get away A good day
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.歌词
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.
Gentle, playful, warm. Soft piano and plucked strings inspire a Gentle, playful, warm. Soft piano and plucked strings inspire a feeling of wonder and fun. Accordion offering a European tinge, people walking contently down cobbled streets. Accordion adds a romantic element to proceedings, a loving energy. Touching piano moment at 02:00 as things fade away leaving fragile piano before heading back into cathartic refrain.
Gentle, playful, warm. Soft piano and plucked strings inspire a Gentle, playful, warm. Soft piano and plucked strings inspire a feeling of wonder and fun. People making their way down cobbled streets in a cheerful mood. Touching piano moment at 02:00 as things fade away leaving fragile piano before heading back into cathartic refrain. Stripped back underscore version.
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.
Sultry, daring, passionate. Clean nylon guitar plays through Sultry, daring, passionate. Clean nylon guitar plays through commanding melody alongside austere chord sequence. Shaker percussion and echoing clicks assert an infectious rhythm. Fragile spanish guitar notes communicate a smouldering love and passion. Two lovers dancing with the setting sun as the backdrop, a heated, impassioned exchange.
Sultry, daring, passionate. Austere chord sequence meets with bass Sultry, daring, passionate. Austere chord sequence meets with bass and echoed clicks that assert an infectious rhythm. Two lovers dancing with the setting sun as the backdrop, a heated, impassioned exchange. Stripped back underscore version.
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.
Fancy, romantic, upbeat. Buoyant accordion melody sways with a waltz Fancy, romantic, upbeat. Buoyant accordion melody sways with a waltz rhythm, conjuring images of cobbled French streets and romantic Parisian landscapes. Jovial melodies tinged with a sense of nostalgia and bittersweet happiness, reminiscent of an older French individual remembering the good old days. Quaint and antiquated aura with fun, pacy feeling.
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.
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. 歌词
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!!
