Brave, quaint, warm. Traditional folk guitar dribbles out with a ...Brave, quaint, warm. Traditional folk guitar dribbles out with a poignant air, joined by harmonising guitars. A romantic air to impassioned performance. A bird soaring high over a beautiful scene or a couple looking lovingly out at a scenic vista. Folky tone offers a sense of human warmth and happiness.
Brave, quaint, warm. After a pause, traditional folk guitar dribbles ...Brave, quaint, warm. After a pause, traditional folk guitar dribbles out with a poignant air, joined by harmonising guitars. A romantic air to impassioned performance. A bird soaring high over a beautiful scene or a couple looking lovingly out at a scenic vista. Folky tone offers a sense of human warmth and happiness. 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.
Nu metal. Energetic, determined, and proud. Song in Chinese about ...Nu metal. Energetic, determined, and proud. Song in Chinese about personal destiny: “I was born on the streets, a pure bastard, from birth.” Rock band and singer.歌词
English:
Listen up —
Just ’cause no one raised me
Doesn’t mean my world ain’t clear to me
I never cared for pride or pain
Or what the hell “safety” is supposed to mean
Grew up with no direction —
Hands off the wheel, no one steered me right
I was born on the streets —
A born bastard ready to fight
Bastard.
Glory? Gotta trade your life
Try preaching to me — you won’t survive
Sunrise means sleep
Sundown is the grind
One girl can tear this world apart
Sweat for survival — hustle is an art
Someone starts a mess?
We bring war, no regret
They say my heart is too dark, too cold
I was born on the streets — never sold
Fake and weak — I can’t stand it
Flex and fame — I can’t stand it
Now we got our own lane
No whining, no drama — we still bring pain
Still chasing dreams, fire in the brain
But so many things I can’t explain
Why styles die so fast?
Why you call my truth “too weird” to last?
Why fake stars get rich overnight
But my kindness always turns to fights?
Is love still real? Are dreams still alive?
Is faith still burning? Can we still survive?
Wishing I’d never cry
No ties, no lies
Wake up in a place I don’t recognize
My brothers are drunk — now it’s my time to speak
Big bro says, “I got honey and money, we don’t fear a thing”
We don’t fear a thing.
We don’t fear a thing.
If you scared — call me daddy and let the bad thoughts sink
Let go, don’t fight
Some things ain't worth the strife
We grew up here — and that’s why we’re tough inside
Born on the streets
Real minds, no mask
Born on the streets
Ain’t afraid of the past
Listen up —
Just ’cause no one raised me
Doesn’t mean I don’t see the world clearly
Strength, pride, safety — never meant shit to me
Français:
Écoute bien
Le fait que personne ne m’ait jamais encadré ne définit pas ma vision du monde
Peu m’importe qu’on parle de force, d’orgueil ou de sentiment de sécurité
J’ai laissé ma route à ceux qui ne savaient même pas où aller
Je suis né dans la rue — un enfoiré pur jus, dès la naissance
Un enfoiré
La gloire, ça s’achète avec la vie
Essaie de me faire la morale et t’es foutu tôt ou tard
Je me couche au lever du soleil, et c’est là que tout commence
À cause d’une femme, tout peut partir en vrille
Chaque jour, je sue sang et eau pour survivre
Tu veux foutre le bordel ? Ce sera la guerre mondiale
On dit que mon cœur est trop sale, trop mauvais, trop sombre
Mais je suis né dans la rue, et je trahirai jamais
L’hypocrisie et la faiblesse
Je peux pas les supporter
La frime et les faux-semblants
Je peux pas les encaisser
Aujourd’hui, on a créé notre propre camp
Pas besoin de gémir pour vous mettre à terre
Je n’abandonne pas, j’ai encore des rêves pour demain
Mais y a encore trop de choses que je pige pas
Pourquoi les styles musicaux passent de mode si vite ?
Pourquoi tu trouves toujours mes idées bizarres ?
Pourquoi les stars gagnent du fric à la vitesse de la lumière ?
Pourquoi mes bonnes intentions finissent toujours en blessure ?
Mes idéaux, ma passion
Est-ce qu’ils existent encore ?
Ma persévérance, ma foi
Est-ce qu’ils tiennent toujours debout ?
Combien j’aimerais que mes larmes ne tombent plus
Rien à perdre, personne à retenir
Et quand je me réveille, je sais même plus où je suis
Les potes ont picolé, c’est à moi de prendre le micro
Et il m’a dit : "j’ai le fric et les meufs, mec"
"J’ai peur de rien, fais ce que tu veux"
Rien me fait peur
Rien du tout
Si t’as la trouille, appelle-moi papa
Laisse tomber tous tes soucis
Y a des choses, faut juste pas s’acharner
Ceux qui ont grandi ici ont le cœur blindé
Né dans la rue
Pensées brutes et vraies
Né dans la rue
Et rien ne me fait peur
Écoute bien
Le fait que personne ne m’ait jamais encadré ne définit pas ma vision du monde
Peu m’importe qu’on parle de force, d’orgueil ou de sentiment de sécurité
Nu metal/alternative metal. Powerful & aggressive. Song in Chinese ...Nu metal/alternative metal. Powerful & aggressive. Song in Chinese about the tough life of a musician: “No pay for concerts, puppets at festivals, no matter what time we play, the audience doesn't care.” Rock band & singer. Break @ 2'04.歌词
Give me 20 more years — I’d still do this
Still underground, still broke as shit
Give me 20 more years — I’d still be here
Still pissed off — too much I can't stand
Formed this band back in ‘02
The brothers I jammed with — now pushing 40 too
So tired — is that wrong?
No connections, no big shots — just held on
Cried in the dark, acted like I’m fine
Played festivals like puppets — got no dime
They throw us in the back slot
Crowd don’t even care we exist or not
Some doubt me, some try to drown me
Some believe — they say fame don't define me
Fate's just a loop I can't read
Give me 20 years — I’d still bleed
Still in the basement
Still not rich
Still screaming truth
Still sounding like shit
Some came with money, tried to buy my silence
We even asked ourselves —
Will this end with nothing, just broken violence?
Friends left, said I never listened
Said I don’t care what they think — guess I didn’t
TV shows, rap charts, business trends
Can’t rely on none of them
We — we only trust ourselves
You're doing great now
But that means shit to me
Everything you own
Looks like garbage to me
Give me 20 more years — I’d still do this
Still underground, still broke as shit
Still angry, still calling out the lies
Still raw, still the same inside
I’ve chased fame
I’ve cursed this underground
I’ve given up
I’ve betrayed my higher ground
From bar to bar
From stage to stage
From ticket to drink
From real sound to fake rage
Heroes turned to clowns
Dreams drowned
Hope burned
Ashes now
Give me 20 more years
Give me a drink
And give me
a bullet
Français:
Donne-moi 20 ans, je continuerai à faire ça
Toujours dans l’underground, toujours sans gagner un sou
Donne-moi 20 ans, je continuerai à faire ça
Toujours en colère, il y a trop de choses que je ne supporte pas
En 2002, on a monté ce groupe
Les potes d’avant ont presque tous 40 ans maintenant
C’est dur — j’ai tort ? Pas de piston, pas d’opportunité
Même en pleurant, il faut faire semblant que tout va bien
Pas de cachet pour les concerts, marionnettes des festivals
Peu importe à quelle heure on joue, le public s’en fiche
Certains me critiquent, d’autres veulent me tirer vers le bas
Mais certains me soutiennent : "Qu’on explose ou non, on s’en fout"
Le destin, c’est une boucle que je comprendrai jamais
Donne-moi 20 ans, je continuerai à faire ça
Toujours dans l’underground, toujours sans gagner un sou
Donne-moi 20 ans, je continuerai à faire ça
Toujours en colère, il y a trop de choses que je ne supporte pas
Donne-moi 20 ans, je continuerai à faire ça
Toujours dans l’underground, toujours sans gagner un sou
Donne-moi 20 ans, je continuerai à faire ça
Toujours authentique, et toujours aussi pourri
Oui, on m’a déjà tendu de l’argent pour me faire trahir
Et nous aussi, on s’est déjà demandé si
Au bout du compte, il ne resterait rien du tout
Mes amis m’ont tous quitté un par un
Parce que je n’écoutais jamais ce qu’ils disaient
Rap et rock à la télé, en mode variété
Les lois du marché et du commerce
On ne peut compter que sur soi
On ne peut compter que sur soi
T’as une belle vie maintenant, mais ça ne me concerne pas
Tout ce que tu possèdes, pour moi, ça vaut que dalle
Donne-moi 20 ans, je continuerai à faire ça
Toujours dans l’underground, toujours sans gagner un sou
Donne-moi 20 ans, je continuerai à faire ça
Toujours en colère, il y a trop de choses que je ne supporte pas
Donne-moi 20 ans, je continuerai à faire ça
Toujours dans l’underground, toujours sans gagner un sou
Donne-moi 20 ans, je continuerai à faire ça
Toujours authentique, et toujours aussi pourri
Moi aussi, j’ai déjà voulu la gloire et l’argent
Moi aussi, j’ai déjà haï l’underground
Moi aussi, j’ai abandonné
Moi aussi, j’ai trahi mes idéaux
Des bars aux soirées
Des billets de concert aux lendemains bourrés
De la musique vraie à une décadence bidon
Tous les héros sont devenus des minables
Donne-moi 20 ans, je continuerai à faire ça
Toujours dans l’underground, toujours sans gagner un sou
Donne-moi 20 ans, je continuerai à faire ça
Sers-moi un verre
Et donne-moi une balle
Serious, old-fashioned, glorious. Minor strings sail out with a ...Serious, old-fashioned, glorious. Minor strings sail out with a chugging nautical rhythm, before falling into a daunting Christmas tune. A nostalgic energy for a Victorian-style Christmas with carols and classical music. Charles Dickens vibe. Buoyant shift @ 1'03 with pizzicato strings and vibrato adding a sense of soul and emotion.
Serious, old-fashioned, glorious. Minor strings sail out with a ...Serious, old-fashioned, glorious. Minor strings sail out with a chugging rhythm and a festive trill. Sting version.
Classic movie score. Swirling strings & orchestra building up like a ...Classic movie score. Swirling strings & orchestra building up like a dangerous whirlwind. Climax @ 1'07 with heavy percussion, horns & theremin fx. Suggested for 1950-60s Sci-Fi, fantasy & thrillers & Hollywood golden age.
Proud, pumped, victorious. Rolling snares and commanding vocals give ...Proud, pumped, victorious. Rolling snares and commanding vocals give an opportunity to make some noise, trumpets supporting with a sense of confidence and glory. Lyrics about excitement and pushing through your limits. Montage of goals and touchdowns, a hall of fame run by a famous athlete. Build into drop @ 1'24.歌词
You better get loud, Running, golden, You better get loud, Jumping, golden, You better get loud, Yeah, yeah, You better get loud, Yeah, yeah, You better get loud.
This is what it’s all about, we bringing the excitement, Breaking down the barriers just like this enticement, Embracing all changes, not afraid to be different, In one instant you can test the limit of your power, Not yours ours, couldn’t be cowards, Big heart tower, any all doubters, Taking the respect, make them give me my flowers, Showered in support I need louder and louder.
Feeding off the energy, Feeding off the energy, Feeding off the energy, Feeding off the energy, Louder, louder, Louder, louder.
You better get loud, Running, golden, You better get loud, Jumping, golden, You better get loud, Yeah, yeah, You better get loud, Yeah, yeah, This is what it’s all about, we bringing the excitement, Yeah, yeah, Breaking down the barriers just like this enticement, Yeah, yeah, Embracing all changes, not afraid to be different, Not afraid to be different, You better get loud.
Proud, pumped, victorious. Rolling snares and trumpets support a ...Proud, pumped, victorious. Rolling snares and trumpets support a sense of confidence and glory. Layered drums gives an epic feel. Montage of goals and touchdowns, a hall of fame run by a famous athlete. Build into drop @ 1'24. No lead vocal version.
Proud, pumped, victorious. Rolling snares and trumpets support a ...Proud, pumped, victorious. Rolling snares and trumpets support a sense of confidence and glory. Layered drums gives an epic feel. Montage of goals and touchdowns, a hall of fame run by a famous athlete. Build into drop @ 1'24. Instrumental version.
Dark, intimidating, strong. Distorted keys joined by screeches of ...Dark, intimidating, strong. Distorted keys joined by screeches of power and pain. Big sub bass hip hop beat joined by gospel voices. A sense of power combined with a dark feeling of power and control. A team of brutish athletes, walking with belief, stoic energy. Glassy keys and soulful voices give a gothic vibe. A hidden dormant strength, brought out in cathartic trumpet sections.歌词
Dark, intimidating, strong. Distorted keys convey a fractured energy. ...Dark, intimidating, strong. Distorted keys convey a fractured energy. A powerful but troubled individual. Big sub bass hip hop beat joined by gospel voices. A sense of power combined with a dark feeling of power and control. A team of brutish athletes, walking with belief, stoic energy. Glassy keys give a gothic vibe. A hidden dormant strength, brought out in cathartic trumpet sections. Instrumental version.
Dark, intimidating, strong. Distorted keys convey a fractured energy. ...Dark, intimidating, strong. Distorted keys convey a fractured energy. A powerful but troubled individual. Big sub bass hip hop beat joined by gospel voices. A sense of power combined with a dark feeling of power and control. A team of brutish athletes, walking with belief, stoic energy. Glassy keys give a gothic vibe. A hidden dormant strength, brought out in cathartic trumpet sections. Stripped back underscore version.
