Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Dancing, joyful & exotic. Male voice, Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Dancing, joyful & exotic. Male voice, electric guitar, strings, brass & rhythm.歌词
ItalianoDivent' un uomo fatto, Lei torna ragazza, ma quanto sto bene, quando quando ma quanto sto bene, quà , tra le braccia di tua madre!
Ha la pudore d'una bimba, E la dolcezza d'una mamma, l'appettito di una leonessa, e l'esperienza d'una regina, ah...
Le pesche non mi piacciono se sono verdi, Le pere, non mi piacciono se sono dure, le donne sono com' i frutti, migliore se sono mature. Lei sa placar' il mio ardore Posso gli aprir' il mio cuore, Dice che io la faccio ridere ma non mi parla di matrimonio!
Français
Je deviens un homme mûr Elle redevient jeune fille Mais qu’est-ce que je me sens bien
Quand, quand Qu'est-ce que je suis bien Là, dans les bras de ta mère
Elle a la pudeur d'une enfant Et la douceur d'une mère L'appétit d'une lionne Et l'expérience d'une reine, ah...
Les pêches ne me plaisent pas si elles sont vertes Les poires ne me plaisent pas si elles sont dures Les femmes sont comme les fruits Meilleures quand elles sont mûres
Elle sait calmer mon ardeur Je peux lui ouvrir mon cœur Elle dit que je la fais rire Mais ne parle pas de mariage.
English
I am becoming a mature man She is becoming a young girl How good I feel When when How good I feel Here in your mother’s arms
She has a child’s modesty And a sweetness of a mother The appetite of a lioness And the experience of a queen, ah…
I don’t like peaches when they’re green I don’t like pears when they’re hard Women are like fruit Better when they are ripe
She knows how to cool my ardour I can open my heart to her She says that I make her laugh But don’t talk to me about marriage
Song. Sung in Italian.Male voice, jazz band, mandolin & rhythm.歌词
ItalianoMio povero amico come stai?
cosa sta succedendo? (cosa sta succedendo?)
vedo che sei sempre giù di forma,
mi sembri molto triste,
e poi non ridi mai.
Dimmi che cosa c'è di sbagliato
non ti riconosco più (non ti riconosco più)
Bisogna che lo dica a tua madre
che sei un po’ palliduccio,
e che non mangi più.
Mio Pippo,
mio Peppe,
Peppino, non ti preoccupar,
Aspetta, con calma,
sicuro, che tua moglie tornerà
andiamo vieni, vieni, vieni con me
fuori fuori, non ti preoccupar,
tua moglie tornerà!
Ora va a rasarti quella barba,
e fa una bella doccia, (e fa una bella doccia,)
scegliei una camicia ben pulita,
pulita e ben stirata,
e il tuo capello nero
Ti porterò in un buon ristorante
a mangiare un po’ di pasta (a mangiar' un po’ di pasta) Vedremo tutte le belle ragazze,
passando per la strada
che mostrano le gambe.
Mio Pippo,
mio Peppe,
Peppino, non ti preoccupar,
Aspetta, con calma,
sicuro, che tua moglie tornerà
andiamo vieni, vieni, vieni con me
fuori fuori, non ti preoccupar,
tua moglie tornerà!
Français
Mon pauvre ami comment vas-tu ? Qu’est-ce qui t’arrive ? Je vois que tu es de moins en moins en forme, Tu as l’air très triste, Et tu ne ris jamais. Dis-moi ce qui ne va pas Je ne te reconnais plus Il faut le dire à ta mère Que tu es un peu trop pâle, Et que tu ne manges plus.
Mon Pippo, Mon Peppe, Peppino, Ne t’en fais pas Attends, Calmement, C’est sûr, Ta femme reviendra Allez, viens, viens, viens avec moi Sortons, ne t’inquiète pas Ta femme reviendra
Allez, va raser cette barbe, Et prends-toi une bonne douche Choisis une belle chemise propre, Propre et bien repassée, Et ton chapeau noir Je t’emmène dans un bon restaurant Manger des pâtes Nous regarderons toutes les jolies filles Qui se baladent dans la rue En montrant leurs jambes
English
My poor friend how are you doing? What happened to you? I see that you are less and less on form You look sad and you never laugh Tell me what’s up I don’t recognize you anymore Your mother should be told That you’re a bit too pale And you’re not eating anymore
My Pippo, My Peppe, Peppino, Don’t worry Wait, Be calm Your wife will come back
For sure Come on, come with me Let’s go out Don’t worry Your wife will come back
Come on, go and shave off this beard Take a good shower Pick out a nice clean shirt Clean and well-ironed And your black hat And I take you to a good restaurant We’ll eat pasta And watch the pretty girls Go by in the street Showing off their legs.
Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Determined & joyful. Male voice, Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Determined & joyful. Male voice, electric guitar, keyboard & rhythm.歌词
Italiano
Delle toppe sulle
braghe Salteggio sulle bancarelle Ventiquattro biglie in tasca
Una fionda nella sacca Di piccioni faccio strage
Frego fiori e caramelle Per darle poi alle più belle Perche di tutta la tribu La più bella sei tu E mi piaci sempre più
Ma perche fai ste cose qui Mi domandano la notte e il di Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto solo a me
Ma ancor non ho i capelli bianchi E non siedo più tra i banchi Sento adesso il tuo sguardo Che mi segue a mezzodi Nella piazza e nel cortil' Ma come le sai ste cose qui Mi domandano la notte e il di
Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto solo a me
Poi la vita é andata come va E t'ho rivisto ieri in città Col marito e il visone La mammina e il babbino Il bambino e il babbuino Li ho capito che Domani Tu mi sposerai
Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Ma l'ha detto solo a me
Maledetta la luna Maledetta la luna Maledetta la luna Che l’ha detto solo a me
Français
Des pantalons rafistolés Je sautille sur les étals 24 billes dans en poche Une fronde dans ma sacoche Des pigeons je fais des carnages
Je fauche des fleurs et des bonbons Pour les offrir ensuite aux plus belles
Parce que de toute la petite bande La plus belle c’est toi Et tu me plais toujours plus
Mais pourquoi tu fais tout ça On me demande de jour comme de nuit C’est la lune qui me l'a dit Mais elle l'a dit seulement à moi
Mais je n’ai pas encore de cheveux blancs Je ne m’assieds plus sur les bancs de l’école
Je sens maintenant ton regard Qui me suit tous les midis Sur la place et aux alentours
Mais comment sais-tu sais ces choses là Me demande-t-on de jour comme de nuit C’est la lune qui me l’a dit Mais elle ne l’a dit qu’à moi
Puis la vie s’est passée comme elle s’est passée Et je t’ai revue hier en ville Avec ton mari et ta fourrure de vison Ta petite mère et ton petit père Tes enfants et ton babouin
Et là j’ai compris que Demain tu m’épouseras
C’est la lune qui me l’a dit Mais elle ne l’a dit qu’à moi Maudite soit la lune Qui ne l’a dit qu’à moi
Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Twist. Determined & dancing. Male voice, Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Twist. Determined & dancing. Male voice, alto sax, electric guitar, female back-ups & rhythm.歌词
Italiano
Tutti giorni in questa strada,
alle sette ogni mattina,
il cuor turbato ma son pronto ad aspettare, un po’ nervoso,
questa ragazza camminando,
vedo passar davanti a me,
mi sembra un angelo caduto
solo per me.
Con tua pelle d'oro,
tuoi capelli di grano, e tuoi occhi d'azzurro,
tu sei, tu sei,
Con tua pelle d'oro,
tuoi capelli d’ebano di grano, e tuoi occhi d'azzuro,
tu sei, tu sei,
oh tu sei mi-o cie-lo.
Un lunedì dal cielo grigio,
vidi una stella nel tuo sguardo,
un enigma il tuo sorriso sulle tue labbra di velluto
il cuore mi suonò il tamburo,
ma presto lo sentii spezzare,
quando capii ché questa fiamma
bruciava, ma non per me.
Français
Tous les jours dans cette rue A sept heure tous les matins Le cœur troublé mais prêt à attendre un peu nerveux Cette fille qui avance, Que je vois passer devant moi, Et qui me semble être un ange tombé du ciel Seulement pour moi
Avec ta peau dorée Tes cheveux de blé Et tes yeux bleus Tu es, tu es, Avec ta peau dorée Tes cheveux de blé Et tes yeux bleus Tu es mon ciel
Un lundi de ciel gris Je vis une étoile dans ton regard Sur tes lèvres de velours Ton sourire était une énigme Mon cœur se mit à battre Mais très vite il se brisa
Quand je compris que cette flamme Brûlait Mais pas pour moi
English
Every day in this street At seven o’clock each morning The heart troubled but ready to way a little anxiously For this girl to go by She walks in front of me And seems to me like an angel Fallen from the sky Just for me
With your skin of gold And your hair of silk And your azure eyes You are you are Oh! you are my heaven
One Monday beneath a grey sky I saw a star in your eyes On your velvet lips Your smile was an enigma My heart began to beat But was quickly broken When I realized that this flame Was burning But not for me.
Song. Sung in Italian. Lazy & funny. Male voice, piano, electric Song. Sung in Italian. Lazy & funny. Male voice, piano, electric guitar, brass & rhythm.歌词
Italiano
Mi sono innamorato,
di una bella biondina,
mi fa diventar matto,
per la sua gelosia.
Mi è vietato uscire incontrar' i miei amici,
e se provo a partire, sono pianti e sospiri.
Strega, stregona,
lasciami stare,
la tua furia,
ora deve passare.
Io non ti sposo,
se tieni il broncio!
Vuol' saper dei fatti miei, anche sullo lavoro,
e mi prende a schiaffi,
se ritardo un poco,
Mi fruga nella tasca, cerca il telefonino,
per spiare con chi parlo e farmi la scenata !
Se vado dalla mamma,
o a vedere la partita,
me ne fa un dramma
mi nasconde la moto
mi segue dappertutto anche se sono in bagno,
mi sveglia in piena notte per sapere cosa sogno!
FrançaisJe suis tombé amoureux D’une belle blonde, Mais sa jalousie me rend fou. Je ne peux pas sortir pour voir mes amis Et si j’essaye de partir, elle ne fait que Sangloter et soupirer
Sorcière sorcière Laisse-moi tranquille, Ta furie Doit passer maintenant. Je ne t’épouserai pas Si tu ne cesses de bouder !
Elle veut tout savoir de moi Et même pendant le travail, Et elle me tape Si je suis un peu en retard, Elle fouille dans mes poches, cherche mon portable, Pour savoir à qui j’ai parlé et me faire une scène !
Si je vais chez ma mère Ou voir un match de foot, Elle en fait un drame Me cache la moto Me suit partout même quand je suis dans mon bain Elle me réveille en pleine nuit Pour savoir de quoi je rêve !
English
I fell in love
with a beautiful blonde but her jealousy drives me crazy. I can’t go out with my friends And if I try to leave,
she just sobs and sighs
Witch witch Leave me alone You must leave
your anger behind I’ll not marry you If you don’t stop sulkingShe wants to know everything about me Even when I am working She clouts me If I am a bit late, She goes through my pockets, checks my phone To see who I’ve been talking to And makes a big scene.
If I go to see my mother Or go to a football match, It’s a whole number She hides my bike Follows me everywhere Even when I am in my bath She wakes me up in the middle of the night To find out what I am dreaming about !
Dreamy, relaxed, atmospheric. Expansive electric guitars layer and Dreamy, relaxed, atmospheric. Expansive electric guitars layer and build delicately with emotive, reflective melodies, male vocal textures and gentle drums. Hopeful, positive and emotional bed.
Dreamy, relaxed, atmospheric. Expansive electric guitars layer and Dreamy, relaxed, atmospheric. Expansive electric guitars layer and build delicately with emotive, reflective melodies and gentle drums. Hopeful, positive and emotional bed. Instrumental version.
Dreamy, relaxed, atmospheric. Expansive electric guitars layer and Dreamy, relaxed, atmospheric. Expansive electric guitars layer and build delicately with emotive, reflective melodies, male vocal textures and gentle drums. Hopeful, positive and emotional bed.
Brooding, determined, attitude. Intro of mind-bending electric guitar Brooding, determined, attitude. Intro of mind-bending electric guitar riffs with dramatic, wordless male vocals moves into minimal, percussive and cool verses of atmospheric drums and guitar. Builds again to confident, moody choruses, with unstoppable stadium solo in the second half.
Brooding, determined, attitude. Percussive and cool cue with electric Brooding, determined, attitude. Percussive and cool cue with electric guitar riffs and atmospheric drums.
Dynamic, energetic, motivating. Propulsive drum and bass cue with Dynamic, energetic, motivating. Propulsive drum and bass cue with confident vocal cuts, bright synths and driving electronic beats. Builds with atmospheric vocal layers to a dramatic finale.
Dynamic, energetic, motivating. Propulsive drum and bass cue with Dynamic, energetic, motivating. Propulsive drum and bass cue with bright synths and driving electronic beats. Builds to a dramatic finale.
Dynamic, energetic, motivating. Propulsive drum and bass cue with Dynamic, energetic, motivating. Propulsive drum and bass cue with confident vocal cuts, bright synths and driving electronic beats. Builds with atmospheric vocal layers to a dramatic finale.
French song. Indie rock / pop rock. Enigmatic, nocturnal & French song. Indie rock / pop rock. Enigmatic, nocturnal & relentless. Fx reverb & delay. Male singer, effects unit guitar & distorted electric guitar, theremin & rhythm.歌词
Dans mon océan pacifiqueY’a des bugs et Y’a des clicks Y’a ma baleine Moby Dick Qui nage seule dans le bleu de l’antarctique Dans mon asile psychédélique Y’a un bug et même plus de déclic Y’a ma baleine Moby Dick Qui plonge, plonge dans le bleu de méthylène
La Haut-Haut où hurle le vent Y’a des barrières qui se brisent Et des coraux tout blancs qui se déguisent La Haut-Haut où hurle le vent Y’a des vagues de mots qui se soulèvent Et se perdent au loin Dans l’océan Au large des côtes de l’Afrique Y’a des sonars qui sondent la mer Et des sous-marins nucléaires Qui déclarent la guerre aux étoiles de mer Y’a des mers qui se meurent Dans des tourbillons de plastique Et ma baleine Moby Dick Qui nage seule dans le bleu de l’antarctique La Haut-Haut où hurle le vent Y’a des barrières qui se brisent Et des coraux tout blancs qui se déguisent La Haut-Haut où hurle le vent Y’a des vagues de mots qui se soulèvent Et se perdent au loin Dans l’océan Dans l’océan
English translation : IN MY PACIFIC OCEAN In my pacific ocean There are bugs and there are clicks There's my whale Moby Dick Who's swimming alone in the blue of Antarctica In my psychedelic asylum There's a bug and even more of the click There's my whale Moby Dick Who dives, dives in the methylene blue Up High, where the wind howls There are barriers breaking And white corals that disguise themselves
Up High, where the wind howls There are waves of words rising up And getting lost in the distance In the ocean Off the coast of Africa There are sonars probing the sea And nuclear submarines Who declare war on starfish There are seas that are dying In plastic whirlpools And my whale Moby Dick Who's swimming alone in the blue of Antarctica
Up High, where the wind howls There are barriers breaking And white corals that disguise themselves Up High, where the wind howls There are waves of words rising up And getting lost in the distance In the ocean In the ocean
Indie rock / pop rock / underscore. Enigmatic, nocturnal & Indie rock / pop rock / underscore. Enigmatic, nocturnal & relentless. Fx reverb & delay. Effects unit guitar & distorted electric guitar, theremin & rhythm.
Dreamy, propulsive, contemporary. Hypnotic synths with atmospheric Dreamy, propulsive, contemporary. Hypnotic synths with atmospheric vocal FX are joined by quirky percussion, dramatic vocal cuts and upbeat, driving electronic beats. Playful and positive tribal house with bright synths and uplifting keyboard melodies.
Dreamy, propulsive, contemporary. Hypnotic synths with atmospheric Dreamy, propulsive, contemporary. Hypnotic synths with atmospheric vocal FX are joined by quirky percussion, dramatic vocal cuts and upbeat, driving electronic beats. Playful and positive tribal house with bright synths and uplifting keyboard melodies.
Driving, motivating, atmospheric. Propulsive electronic beats with Driving, motivating, atmospheric. Propulsive electronic beats with playful vocal cuts and upbeat percussion. Minimal and percussive tribal house bed with attitude.
Driving, motivating, atmospheric. Propulsive electronic beats with Driving, motivating, atmospheric. Propulsive electronic beats with playful vocal cuts and upbeat percussion. Minimal and percussive tribal house bed with attitude.
Playful, euphoric, determined. Bright, driving EDM synths with Playful, euphoric, determined. Bright, driving EDM synths with powerful beats rise to celebratory peaks with uplifting vocal shout outs. Bright indie pop bed with a motivating vibe. Uplifting bridge of vocals and guitar from 01:30 builds to an inspiring, aspirational and panoramic finale. Perfect for entertainment TV, promos and sports.
Playful, euphoric, determined. Bright, driving EDM synths with Playful, euphoric, determined. Bright, driving EDM synths with powerful beats rise to celebratory peaks. Bright indie pop bed with a motivating vibe. Uplifting bridge of vocals and guitar from 01:30 builds to an inspiring, aspirational and panoramic finale. Perfect for entertainment TV, promos and sports.
Playful, euphoric, determined. Bright, driving EDM synths with Playful, euphoric, determined. Bright, driving EDM synths with powerful beats rise to celebratory peaks with uplifting vocal shout outs. Bright indie pop bed with a motivating vibe. Aspirational and panoramic, perfect for entertainment TV, promos and sports.
Swagger, attitude, strong. Brooding, determined brass stabs with Swagger, attitude, strong. Brooding, determined brass stabs with modern electronic beats, cool keys and tough, urban vocal shout outs are joined by confident female vocals. Commercial pop song featuring catchy choruses and male vocal verse from 02:02. EXPLICIT.歌词
Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like... And I’m sure that you’re sick of my shit..Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain.... I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...
Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone... No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same fuckin’ song,(Same fuckin’ song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone... I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn... Full
disclosure
at
beginning
Trying to
make
you
bring
that
foxhole
closer So I
could
duck
[or
dive]
in
it
and
bust
from
it
Like
good
soldiers
wasn't
long
before
I
reenlisted several reasons not needing to be specific
The combat just seemed addictive
As
hard
as
we
fight
the
relief efforts
are
more extensive If you ever hear "I-ran" she
was
water boarding my henchman. I'm
at
attention
Salute I
commander
she
chiefing
all
about
face
was
we
beefing?
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
Swagger, attitude, strong. Alternative clean edit. Brooding, Swagger, attitude, strong. Alternative clean edit. Brooding, determined brass stabs with modern electronic beats, cool keys and tough, urban vocal shout outs are joined by confident female vocals. Commercial pop song featuring catchy choruses and male vocal verse from 02:02.歌词
Now I’m tired of being polite... For the moment ya just not my type.. So depressing ya Harsh on the eyes I realize, dis ain’t what i like...
And I’m sure that you’re sick of my... Not sure why ya settle for dis... We been cruisin a sick rollercoaster Smile like we suppose-ta, Pain on da brain....
I think it’s time we let dis thing go... Gettin tired of da tango... And I don’t care bout what dey say yo... Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench... (Ok?!) Don’t even care about da stench... (Ok?!) I’m fighting at da fence... You good at ducking in a pinch...
Be a sucka and try to relax, Keep acting like it’ll just pass, Try to lie, But you want my attention Can’t ya just listen, Taps on the phone...
No trust from the dusk until dawn, (Until dawn) I awake to the same song, (Same song) My guess is I’m dry from the tension Yawn when ya mention, I’ve got a tone...
I think it’s time we let dis thing go... Gettin tired of da tango... And I don’t care bout what dey say yo... Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench... (Ok?!) Don’t even care about da stench... (Ok?!) I’m fighting at da fence... You good at ducking in a pinch... damn...
Full disclosure at beginning tryna make you bring that foxhole closer. So I could duck in it and bust from it like good soldiers wasn't long before I reenlisted- several reasons not needing to be specific the combat just seemed addictive as hard as we fight the relief efforts are more extensive. If you ever hear "I-ran" she was water-boarding my henchman. I'm at attention salute - I command-er she chiefing all about face was we beefing?
Final hook: Yeah We at war, you in da trench... (Ok?!) Don’t even care about da stench... (Ok?!) I’m fighting at da fence... You good at ducking in a pinch... Yeah We at war, you in da trench... (Ok?!) Don’t even care about da stench... (Ok?!) I’m fighting at da fence... You good at ducking in a pinch... damn...
Psychobilly, attitude & determined. Guitar solo @1'48 & @2'30, tempo Psychobilly, attitude & determined. Guitar solo @1'48 & @2'30, tempo change @2'42. Sung in Spanish. Rock band.歌词
En el Infierno soy feliz porque no tengo materia gris
En este hueco estoy perfecto
porque me cubren de cemento Estoy cortado de raíz soy alimento de lombriz hay un gusano tan hambriento
que me convierte en excremento
Mientras tanto en el infierno... yo soy feliz tu tu turutututu en el infierno soy feliz
En el infierno soy feliz
estoy perdiendo la nariz
El diablo tiene mal aliento
y se la pasa maldiciendo En el invierno soy feliz
Sangrando por mi cicatriz en el desierto estoy contento
aunque me pudra un poco lento
Mientras tanto en el infierno... yo soy feliz tu tu turutututu en el infierno soy feliz
Psychobilly, attitude & determined. Guitar solo @1'48 & @2'30, tempo Psychobilly, attitude & determined. Guitar solo @1'48 & @2'30, tempo change @2'42. Rock band.
Blues rock, lively & constant. Bass solo @3'07, harmonica solo @3'27. Blues rock, lively & constant. Bass solo @3'07, harmonica solo @3'27. Sung in Spanish. Rock band.歌词
Uhoo oh ooh oh ohoo
21 puñaladas
me diste en el pecho 21 puñaladas
de puro despecho y 20 son las puntadas
que tengo en el cuello
porque 21 puñaladas
recibi en el pecho
estoy tatuandome tu nombre porque esta noche no voy a morir
Uhoo oh ooh oh ohoo
21 puñaladas
me diste en el pecho 21 puñaladas
de puro despecho y son siempre tus pisadas
que me llevan al hueco
porque 21 puñaladas
me quitan el sueño
estoy despierto desde anoche porque esta luna no me deja dormir
Uhoo oh ooh oh ohoo
21 puñaladas
me diste en el pecho 21 puñaladas
de puro despecho y como duelen tus patadas
en el huevo derecho
porque 21 puñaladas
corazón desecho
voy huyendo de tu sombra porque esta noche no voy a morir
