Ethereal then epic, solemn & dramatic. String ensemble, percussion, ...Ethereal then epic, solemn & dramatic. String ensemble, percussion, harp, piano & celestial voices. Suggested for Final moments of a crime saga or mob dynasty & dramatic endings marked by sacrifice or redemption.
On the move, inspiring but serious. Dramatic variation with twirling ...On the move, inspiring but serious. Dramatic variation with twirling piano ostinato & reprise of main theme with piano & woodwinds. Suggested for destiny of a French icon & biopic.
Elegant, story-telling & jagged. Nostalgic cello lead @ 0'35. Like a ...Elegant, story-telling & jagged. Nostalgic cello lead @ 0'35. Like a slow waltz. Pizzicato, cello & piano. Suggested for nostalgia & old romance.
Striking, fated, determined. Stern and defiant chords strum out of ...Striking, fated, determined. Stern and defiant chords strum out of high-pitched mandolin strings. A hero trudging down a dusty road. A latin folk power through trilling strings and melodies full of pride. An indigenous person looking out upon beautiful rustic lands.
Striking, fated, determined. Stern and defiant chords strum out of ...Striking, fated, determined. Stern and defiant chords strum out of high-pitched mandolin strings. A hero trudging down a dusty road. A latin folk power through trilling strings and melodies full of pride. An indigenous person looking out upon beautiful rustic lands. Stripped back underscore version.
Touching, astute, gentle. Bright nylon string guitar plays out a ...Touching, astute, gentle. Bright nylon string guitar plays out a yearning melody with brightness and a glow of hope, joined by supporting guitars. A sense of letting go and sorrow, before clean-cut and proud guitar strums @ 1'00 instil a sense of duty and rustic pride. A person who loves their rural homeland with passion.
Touching, astute, gentle. Fluttering flamenco guitar provides a ...Touching, astute, gentle. Fluttering flamenco guitar provides a dramatic edge, before it is calmed by deep warm strings. A sense of letting go and sorrow. A person who loves their rural homeland with passion. Stripped back underscore version.
Frantic, silly, charismatic. Fast moving strings plod out with wild ...Frantic, silly, charismatic. Fast moving strings plod out with wild melody giving a sense of chaotic movement. Fast pace and sudden flute and harp interjections offer an unpredictable atmosphere. A busy kitchen or preparing for an event with not much time left. Strong plucked strings @ 0'45 offer moments of significance built in with crazed but confident mood.
Frantic, silly, charismatic. Fast moving violin strings plod out with ...Frantic, silly, charismatic. Fast moving violin strings plod out with wild melody giving a sense of chaotic movement. An unpredictable atmosphere. A busy kitchen or preparing for an event with not much time left. Strong plucked strings @ 0'45 offer moments of significance built in with crazed but confident mood. Stripped back underscore version.
Sultry, loud, charismatic. Cloudy cymbal gives rise to Oud-like ...Sultry, loud, charismatic. Cloudy cymbal gives rise to Oud-like stringed instrument. A vision of desert cities and sun shining down on a sprawling city. Middle-eastern vocal rises up into drop @ 0'27 for heavy hip hop-coded breakdown, followed by string instruments. Rattling trappy percussion offers modern flair. Frantic cool style @ 1'31 with repeated bleating siren melody.
Sultry, loud, charismatic. Cloudy cymbal gives rise to Oud-like ...Sultry, loud, charismatic. Cloudy cymbal gives rise to Oud-like stringed instrument. A vision of desert cities and sun shining down on a sprawling city. Drop @ 0'27 for heavy hip hop-coded breakdown, followed by string instruments. Rattling trappy percussion offers modern flair. Frantic cool style @ 1'31 with repeated bleating siren melody. Instrumental version.
Sultry, loud, charismatic. Cloudy cymbal gives rise to murky ...Sultry, loud, charismatic. Cloudy cymbal gives rise to murky bassline. A vision of desert cities and sun shining down on a sprawling city. Drop @ 0'27 for heavy hip hop-coded breakdown, followed by string instruments. Rattling trappy percussion offers modern flair. Stripped back underscore version.
Nu metal/alternative metal. Imperious & aggressive. Song in Chinese ...Nu metal/alternative metal. Imperious & aggressive. Song in Chinese about wandering around a neighborhood in Beijing: “I came to Chaoyang North Road in search of a real heartbeat, day and night go round and round endlessly.” Rock band & singer.歌词
A pounding heartbeat
The scent of rot
An empty corner
That fire keeps burning on
So many illusions, so many hopes
So many late-night drifters walk this road alone
Dim streetlights casting blurry doubts
Who confides in whom, and who’s telling lies?
Raise a glass, forget yesterday
Forget the promises we used to make
Endless streams, year after year
Chaoyang North Road marks time with memories
All we’ve been through—it’s not that bad
Don’t let life shrink like dust
All we’ve been through—it’s not that bad
We don’t need anyone to understand
A pounding heartbeat
The scent of rot
An empty corner
That fire keeps burning on
The tracks of desire
Waiting for the next second
Those who left, those we forgot
Have become my crutch
Two points make a line, grinding down my edges
No matter how late, I can’t sleep
Beer and freedom—what I hold dear
I came to Chaoyang North Road craving one true heartbeat
Day and night endlessly rotate
This is a game called survival
Schemes, desires, deceit—
Am I your brother or your weapon?
All we’ve been through—it’s not that bad
Don’t let life shrink like dust
All we’ve been through—it’s not that bad
We don’t need anyone to understand
A pounding heartbeat
The scent of rot
An empty corner
That fire keeps burning on
The tracks of desire
Waiting for the next second
Those who left, those we forgot
Have become my crutch
I know—
When someone comes, someone else leaves
I know—
Behind every smile, a silent helplessness
You look away on purpose
You look away on purpose
You look away on purpose
Just get the hell out of my world
A pounding heartbeat
The scent of rot
An empty corner
That fire keeps burning on
Français:
Un battement de cœur qui cogne
L’odeur de la pourriture
Un coin vide
Ce feu continue de brûler
Tant d’illusions, tant d’espoirs
Tant d’âmes errantes de nuit marchent seules sur cette route
Des réverbères ternes projettent des doutes flous
Qui se confie à qui, et qui ment ?
Levons notre verre, oublions hier
Oublions les promesses qu’on faisait autrefois
Des flux sans fin, année après année
Chaoyang North Road marque le temps avec des souvenirs
Tout ce qu’on a traversé — ce n’est pas si terrible
Ne laisse pas la vie se réduire en poussière
Tout ce qu’on a traversé — ce n’est pas si terrible
On n’a pas besoin que quelqu’un comprenne
Un battement de cœur qui cogne
L’odeur de la pourriture
Un coin vide
Ce feu continue de brûler
Les traces du désir
Attendant la seconde suivante
Ceux qui sont partis, ceux qu’on a oubliés
Sont devenus ma béquille
Deux points font une ligne, usant mes contours
Peu importe l’heure, je n’arrive pas à dormir
Bière et liberté — ce à quoi je tiens
Je suis venu sur Chaoyang North Road en quête d’un vrai battement de cœur
Le jour et la nuit tournent sans fin
C’est un jeu appelé survie
Magouilles, désirs, tromperies —
Suis-je ton frère ou ton arme ?
Tout ce qu’on a traversé — ce n’est pas si terrible
Ne laisse pas la vie se réduire en poussière
Tout ce qu’on a traversé — ce n’est pas si terrible
On n’a pas besoin que quelqu’un comprenne
Un battement de cœur qui cogne
L’odeur de la pourriture
Un coin vide
Ce feu continue de brûler
Les traces du désir
Attendant la seconde suivante
Ceux qui sont partis, ceux qu’on a oubliés
Sont devenus ma béquille
Je sais —
Quand quelqu’un arrive, quelqu’un d’autre s’en va
Je sais —
Derrière chaque sourire, il y a une impuissance silencieuse
Tu détournes le regard exprès
Tu détournes le regard exprès
Tu détournes le regard exprès
Fous le camp de mon monde
Un battement de cœur qui cogne
L’odeur de la pourriture
Un coin vide
Ce feu continue de brûler
Nu metal/alternative metal. Angry, powerful & massive. Song in ...Nu metal/alternative metal. Angry, powerful & massive. Song in Chinese about the battle of life: “This time, I won't give up. To win, I must first conquer myself.” Rock band and singer. Break @ 2'10.歌词
English:
Wrong, wrong, wrong — it blocks my sight
Makes me feel like everything needs to change
I can’t hear, I can’t see
The music I make — only I can understand it
You once told me you had money
And said you had dignity too
That summer, that scene
Time placed it in memory, forever looping
No matter how the world changes
It’s always part of it
This feeling — it’s right beside you
This feeling — it’s always beside you
This world needs to change
Let thoughts become weapons — just like mine
No more lies, no more bias
Let passion surge like blood into my heart
This world needs to change
Let thoughts become weapons — just like mine
No more lies, no more bias
Yes, yes, yes — that’s what you said
Sick of all the fake, I won’t pretend
What matters is what we feel in the real
Joy and pain — they’re part of the deal
High after high, then crashing lows
I can’t tell what’s real or not anymore
Wandering through these contradictions
My soul lost inside the chaos
No matter how the world changes
It’s always part of it
This feeling — it’s right beside you
This feeling — it’s always beside you
This world needs to change
Let thoughts become weapons — just like mine
No more lies, no more bias
Let passion surge like blood into my heart
Too much right and wrong — I can't decide
Alright then — let time take the wheel
A heavy rain drowned all my dreams
In that night with lights off, no sleep, no peace
My dear friends, where are you now?
Warm memories drift in cold air
This time — I will not give up
To win, I must first defeat myself
One day I’ll wake from sleep
And see your eyes full of confusion
They speak of endings, masked in betrayal
The sky darkens
And so does my heart
The past fades into distance
I live only on the edge of pain
No dreams, no joy
Don’t think — forget it all
Français:
Faux, faux, faux — ça bloque ma vision
Ça me fait croire que tout doit changer
Je n’entends rien, je ne vois rien
La musique que je fais, seul moi peux la comprendre
Tu m’as dit un jour que tu étais riche
Tu m’as aussi dit que tu avais de la dignité
Cet été-là, cette scène-là
Le temps l’a enfermée dans ma mémoire, sans jamais s’arrêter
Peu importe combien les choses changent
Elle est toujours là,
Cette sensation est toujours près de toi
Cette sensation est toujours près de toi
Cette sensation est toujours près de toi
Cette sensation est toujours près de toi
Ce monde a besoin de changement
Fais de ta pensée une arme, comme moi
Sans mensonges, sans préjugés
Que la passion devienne ce sang chaud qui inonde mon cœur
Ce monde a besoin de changement
Fais de ta pensée une arme, comme moi
Sans mensonges, sans préjugés
Oui, oui, oui — c’est exactement ce que tu disais
Toute l’hypocrisie a cessé de m’épuiser
Ce qui compte, c’est ce qu’on ressent vraiment
Joie ou douleur, tout se vit dans le processus
Montées d’adrénaline et chutes après l’excès
Je ne distingue plus le réel de l’illusion
Je ne fais que tourner en rond dans ces contradictions
Mais mon cœur reste perdu dans le chaos
Peu importe combien les choses changent
Elle est toujours là,
Cette sensation est toujours près de toi
Cette sensation est toujours près de toi
Cette sensation est toujours près de toi
Cette sensation est toujours près de toi
Ce monde a besoin de changement
Fais de ta pensée une arme, comme moi
Sans mensonges, sans préjugés
Que la passion devienne ce sang chaud qui inonde mon cœur
Ce monde a besoin de changement
Fais de ta pensée une arme, comme moi
Sans mensonges, sans préjugés
Il y a trop de bien, trop de mal — je ne sais plus trancher
Très bien, alors je laisse tout ça au temps
Une grosse pluie a éteint mes rêves
C’était cette nuit sombre, sans sommeil, lumière éteinte
Mes chers amis, où êtes-vous ?
Des souvenirs chauds, mais l’air est glacial
Cette fois, je n’abandonnerai pas
Pour gagner, je dois d’abord me vaincre moi-même
Un jour, je me suis réveillé au milieu d’un rêve
Et j’ai vu ton regard perdu
Ce regard qui annonçait une fin
Mais cachait derrière lui une trahison
Le ciel s’assombrit peu à peu
Et mon cœur devient de plus en plus terne
Tout ce passé s’éloigne de moi
Je vis au bord de cette douleur
Sans rêves, sans joie
Je ne veux plus penser, je veux tout oublier
Sans rêves, sans joie
Cette sensation est toujours près de toi
Je ne veux plus penser, oublions tout
Cette sensation est toujours près de toi
Cette sensation est toujours près de toi
Mais tu refuses toujours de la voir
Cette sensation est toujours près de toi
Mais tu refuses toujours de la voir
Ce monde a besoin de changement
Fais de ta pensée une arme, comme moi
Sans mensonges, sans préjugés
Que la passion devienne ce sang chaud qui inonde mon cœur
Ce monde a besoin de changement
Fais de ta pensée une arme, comme moi
Sans mensonges, sans préjugés
Je ne changerai pas
Ce monde a besoin de changement
Fais de ta pensée une arme, comme moi
Sans mensonges, sans préjugés
Que la passion devienne ce sang chaud qui inonde mon cœur
Ce monde a besoin de changement
Fais de ta pensée une arme, comme moi
Sans mensonges, sans préjugés
Que la passion devienne ce sang chaud qui inonde mon cœur
Turkish 60s/70s retro pop/rock with psychedelic rock influences. ...Turkish 60s/70s retro pop/rock with psychedelic rock influences. Lively, purposeful, supportive & exhilarating. Turkish singer evokes sentimental wanderings, accompanied by exhilarating female backing vocals. Climax duo @ 2'11. Bass, drums, electric guitar, Vox organ, MS20 analog synthesizer & darbouka.歌词
(Of of)
Bi ileri bi geri ha gayret Yanıyorum eriyorum hayret Derdimi bir anlatsam
Belki duyar nihayet
Kapalı kapılar ne çare Nası düştük bu hale Turnam uç git nazlı yare Haberim ver ellere
Sakız olduk kem dillere Rezil olduk aleme Helva şirin nefis kafir Dönerim aynı yere Helva şirin nefis kafir Dönerim hep aynı yere
(Of of of)
Hep bir sola bir sağa Yola çıktık hayrola Ben benden geçmişim Düze çıksak sonunda
Kapalı kapılar ne çare Nası düştük bu hale Turnam uç git nazlı yare Haberim ver ellere
Sakız olduk kem dillere Rezil olduk aleme Helva şirin nefis kafir Dönerim aynı yere Helva şirin nefis kafir Dönerim hep aynı yere
Sakız olduk kem dillere Rezil olduk aleme
Nefis Kafir
Lyrics Hande Topaloglu / Eliott Hosansky / Romain Roussouliere
Helva şirin nefis kafir Dönerim aynı yere Helva şirin nefis kafir Dönerim aynı yere
Sad, lonely, hopeful. Ticking clock leads into wilting acoustic ...Sad, lonely, hopeful. Ticking clock leads into wilting acoustic guitar strumming. Male vocals set out a Christmas scene with a wistful sadness. A silent and lonely time. A family separate for the festive season. Vocals give a sorrowful vibe with soulful, meaningful performance.歌词
See the lights upon the tree, 9 o’clock on Christmas Eve, Can you hear the silence fall like snow this Christmas? Though we ought to be back home, And there’s places we should go, Oh I just don’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve.
So don’t leave me, Don’t say “you’ll see”, Oh I just don’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve.
Hear the Christmas church bells ring, Now it’s midnight on the green, And a choir of drunkards walking home with Christmas cheer, Now it’s late and time’s slipped by, And we ought to say goodnight, But I just don’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve.
So don’t leave me, Don’t say “you’ll see”, Oh I just don’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve, So don’t drive home, Don’t turn to leave, Cos’ I just don’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve.
See the lights upon the tree, 9 o’clock on Christmas Eve, Oh I just don’t want to be alone this Christmas.
Sad, lonely, hopeful. Ticking clock leads into wilting acoustic ...Sad, lonely, hopeful. Ticking clock leads into wilting acoustic guitar strumming. A family separate for the festive season. Feeling down and looking out the window with sorrowful energy. Brass gives a bittersweet celebratory energy. Instrumental version.
Sad, lonely, hopeful. Ticking clock leads into wilting acoustic ...Sad, lonely, hopeful. Ticking clock leads into wilting acoustic guitar strumming. A family separate for the festive season. Feeling down and looking out the window with sorrowful energy. Brass gives a bittersweet celebratory energy. Stripped back underscore version.
Quaint, bittersweet, festive. Strings rise with grace and play out ...Quaint, bittersweet, festive. Strings rise with grace and play out the beginning of a classic carol song. A feeling of beauty and gentle love. Snow falling outside and a bitter cold driving people indoors to the warmth. People hurrying along the street to get home with their family. A Dickensian Christmas scene.
Quaint, bittersweet, festive. Strings rise with grace and play out a ...Quaint, bittersweet, festive. Strings rise with grace and play out a Dickensian Christmas tune. Sting version.
