Coladeira. Very popular song throughout the archipelago. Lyrics by ...Coladeira. Very popular song throughout the archipelago. Lyrics by Pedro Cardoso. Acoustic guitar, cavaquinho, drum, chocalho (Cape Verdean maracas), male singer & men's choir.
Brial is the generic name given to the song sequence which is sung ...Brial is the generic name given to the song sequence which is sung during the preparation of the xerem da festa, the key dish on the menu for Fogo's popular festivals. Acoustic guitar, cavaquinho, tumba (bass conga), female singer & men's choir.
Song performed during the saint's festival. Acoustic guitar, ...Song performed during the saint's festival. Acoustic guitar, cavaquinho, chocalho (Cape Verdean maracas), male singer & male back up vocalist.
Long melody, followed by dance airs. Violin, male voice & uçtelli ...Long melody, followed by dance airs. Violin, male voice & uçtelli (Turkish lute) @ 4'45.歌词
A la source pierreuse, j'ai lavé ma main / Ma belle, je n'ai pu te demander quel est ton état / Belle jeune épouse qui te tiens à la porte / Donne moi ce que j'attends, et ne prend pas ma vie // Du jardin, s'épanouit une branche de coing / Le rouge de ton foulard a blessé mon front / Ma belle, que vas-tu faire de tout ce bien ? / La fin, c'est mourir, tel est l'état du monde !
Sipsi (Turkish clarinet), saz (Turkish lute) & singing.歌词
Maudite jeunesse ! Elle est venue, elle a passé comme le vent / Son goût intact est resté comme du miel / Et moi, comme un étranger, je n'ai pas aimé ta nuque, bien-aimée parfumée de giroflée / Libre aux étrangers qui t'aiment, jeune mariée sans destin // L'appel à la prière du matin retentit / Le son des appels à la prière touche mon cœur / Celui dont l'aimée est belle s'introduit dès le premier soir / Celui dont l'aimée est laide en veut à son Dieu puissant.
Get up in the morning black coffee milk is overdue pick up some old cassette set my feelings
I take my time says a friend of mine but I don't mind, I don't mind if I don't find They get to go
see me laying Think 4 yourself x2 Cause the streets don't seem gray when you're on my mind and when you know well I feel fine
How about you ?
Description of your problems Man I know it all connects Get up on the go You never going to figure out talking to everybody need to think for yourself I say
This mans there's dimensions you ain't tapped in yet. Got your focus all wrong but I bet The test is a classroom and you might fail win some lose some, it's all swell.
Description of your problems I know the next person need to get up on the go, got to get up on the, get up on the… You never going to figure out taking advice Got ah think, got ah think, got ah think for yourself allright.
Ska. Song. Insistant with a touch of nostalgy. Horns & rhythm. Tenor ...Ska. Song. Insistant with a touch of nostalgy. Horns & rhythm. Tenor sax solo @ 1'42.歌词
I runaway yeah runaway coz I don't like de game you play I runaway tryin' to find another way I runaway yeah runaway you made of iron and I made of clay I runaway Jackie go your own way!
I don't know what to say when I see Jackie play, I don't know what to say Oh Jackie you're no good, yes I'd go if I could I'd kill you if I could!
I runaway yeah runaway Jackie it's more dan I can pay I runaway you broke my heart dat day! I runaway yeah runaway there'll be no more us nor we I runaway Jackie why you did dat to me?
I runaway yeah runaway now you're just a memory I runaway but di virus 's still in me!
I don't know what to say when I see Jackie play, I don't know what to say I fell fe all your tricks just like a ton of bricks I fell fe all your tricks!!
Mi come wid Garlic to drop some lyrics an fi play some tricks we optimistic got big lickin stick call us atomic bionic ironic electric mi teach Lord Comic!
So me di group and mi troop gonna try to move your feet to dis old swingin' beat! mi got home afta de party tuesdee nite 1.30 mi found di doctor like a dog inna heat and mi darlin' talkin' sweet: "flip mi ova and bone mi doctor, push wood inna di fiya!"
Doctor! where's you manners? you no mo' mi fella so mi ran to mi gun an' shoot dem dung inna di cella!!
darlin' darlin never mi wid you roses are red and violets are blue darlin darlin mi no bagaboo darlin mi nah clean your shoe darlin darlin don't play dis song cya mi come first and you second 38 or 45 whatever di size and bye bye bye!
a likkle afta comin' from afar a rumble in di yard growin loud and loud mi run a di door mi open di door good gracious a yellow ting like a flyin' scooter mi decide fi meself to hopon and tell di driver "quick bredda quick black maria afta I!" but you know him turn to mi whatchaman di one and only Garlic Hooper! you know di trumpeter!!
funny lyrics and music is all I bring inna mi tree piece suit and ting! rememba me once inna di klubah made you sing and swing wid mi old darlin' ting! all ah got fi dat: 3 long years inna custody inna jail called "mercury" me keepa was a portugee him treated mi like a santapee and him lied like a pharisee but ah ain't got no fear di allmighty guide I down there I man smarter Skalipsoul is di highway robba I back on earth wid 15000 dollas!
