Dance music from the 2000s. Upbeat, danceable & festive. Synth, bass ...Dance music from the 2000s. Upbeat, danceable & festive. Synth, bass & rhythm. Suggested for youth lifestyle, clubbing, fashion & fitness.
Wistful, overwhelming, spacey. Warm movements of strings play out a ...Wistful, overwhelming, spacey. Warm movements of strings play out a stoic sequence conveying emotion and class, fringed by more euphoric elements communicating a yearning and atmospheric grandeur. Moments of silence convey a poise and stolid and brave exterior, contrasted with emotive melodies.
Nocturnal, suspended & narrative. Intimate. Piano. Suggested for ...Nocturnal, suspended & narrative. Intimate. Piano. Suggested for night scene & film noir.
Tiki taca Tiki taca Play with the time Tiki taca Tiki taca Play with your mind
X2
Clic clac seat on the sea Tic tac always be free Clic & clac seat on the sea Tic tac always be free
Always with me
Playing with the time, Time time time
Playing with the time
Tiki ti kata to the flow Play with the Time Tiki ti kata to the flow Play with the Time
Oh let s play with it X3 Tic tac in your mind
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/symphonic metal. Proud & massive. Song in Chinese about the ...Nu metal/symphonic metal. Proud & massive. Song in Chinese about the passing of time: “Another year, another year, and the pressure on my shoulders doubles again.” Rock band & singer.歌词
English:
Another night after work
The world goes from loud to a tired dark
The clock says midnight
2017 is gone — no way to rewind
I check my phone
Some are praying, some already dreaming
The spark from my lighter
Feels like a voice softly breathing
I didn’t lose completely
But I don’t wanna win unrealistically
Tomorrow — still gotta grind
Everything moves too fast, I’m out of time
How many ties do I have to keep?
How many temptations must I defeat?
My 2017
Some nights I danced onstage
Some nights I lay awake with regret I couldn’t cage
My 2017
Too many things I couldn’t skip
Thrown onto the track before I could even grip
My 2017
Sometimes I laughed through pain
Time without worries — way too rare to gain
My 2017
Even sick, still took the meds
Between work and family — which one’s best?
A year older now
Pressure’s doubled somehow
I toast with bitter drinks
They’re all still sober
And I feel like I’m on the brink
Call my best bro
Rings too long — no answer, no show
Suddenly forget what I wanted to say
Swallowed it down — let the smoke take it away
I don’t want to live detached
But I’m done with dying just to match
My life’s begun to shift
No more living for others
I’m dreaming massive, bold
And paying for it in cold
My 2018
I’m rarely home these days
Started a new band — screw the fakes and their praise
My 2018
Still broke, still chasing
If I want tomorrow — I better start creating
My 2018
I wanna live a new way
But plans always break before the day
My 2018
Face it all with grace
What’s truly mine — will find its way
I fell for rock back in ‘98
No teacher, no guide — just me and fate
Cassette in hand, headphones on
Play — and I felt like a bomb
My friends never understood
They learned how to bow, I never could
Jay Chou wasn’t even out yet
And I was listening to Korn, Biscuit, and Slipknot’s threats
Time jumped twenty years
And I’m still doing this
Still making what I loved back when
Living right, not ahead —
But with a heart that won’t pretend
Français:
Encore une nuit noire après une journée de travail
Du vacarme total à cette fatigue silencieuse
L’aiguille de l’horloge, au milieu de la nuit, me rappelle
2017 s’en est allé, et le temps ne reviendra jamais en arrière
Je fais défiler mon fil d’actu sur mon téléphone
Certains prient, d’autres dorment déjà
À travers la faible lueur d’un briquet
C’est comme si une voix résonnait encore et encore
Je n’ai pas tout perdu, ce n’est pas la débâcle
Mais je ne veux pas non plus gagner à n’importe quel prix
Demain, le travail continue
Le rythme est si rapide que j’en perds le souffle
Combien de relations faut-il entretenir ?
Combien de tentations faut-il repousser ?
Mon année 2017
Parfois je sautais sur scène
Parfois, les regrets m’empêchaient de dormir
Mon année 2017
Trop de choses que je ne pouvais pas éviter
Pas encore prêt, et déjà lancé sur la piste
Mon année 2017
Il ne me restait parfois qu’un rire bête
Le temps insouciant est devenu rare
Mon année 2017
Même malade, je devais prendre mes médocs
Travail ou famille — lequel est le plus important ?
Une année de plus, un an de plus
Et la pression sur mes épaules double encore
Je bois un verre amer avec le sourire
Tout le monde garde l’air serein
Moi, je suis un peu en vrac
J'appelle mon meilleur pote
Ça sonne longtemps, personne ne répond
J’ai soudain oublié ce que je voulais faire
Tout ce que je voulais dire est resté coincé
Alors tant pis, que ça parte en fumée
Je ne veux pas d’une vie sans attache
Mais je ne veux pas non plus lutter juste pour survivre
Ma vie a commencé à changer
Je ne vis plus pour les autres
J’agrandis mes idées, je les pousse à l’extrême
Et je paie le prix de mes rêves
Mon année 2018
Souvent absent de chez moi
J’ai monté un nouveau groupe pour écraser ces idiots
Mon année 2018
L’argent que je gagne ne suffit pas
Je dois encore trouver une autre solution pour demain
Mon année 2018
Je veux vivre autrement
Mais les plans ne suivent jamais les imprévus
Mon année 2018
Allez, fais face
Ce qui est à moi finira par revenir
Depuis 1998, j’aime le rock
Sans prof pour m’apprendre, j’ai dû m’y mettre en autodidacte
Je sortais la cassette, j’appuyais sur Play sur mon baladeur
Et les beats me donnaient une énergie de fou
Mes amis me disaient qu’ils ne comprenaient pas
Parce qu’ils avaient appris à se résigner depuis l’école
Jay Chou n’avait même pas encore sorti d’album
Et moi, j’écoutais déjà Cohen, Limp Bizkit et Slipknot
Le temps a filé — presque 20 ans sont passés
Et je fais encore la musique que j’aimais à mes 20 ans
Le poids de la vie ne se mesure pas à ton avance sur les autres
Mais à ta capacité à vivre chaque jour sans te mentir à toi-même
Mon année 2017
Parfois je sautais sur scène
Parfois, les regrets m’empêchaient de dormir
Mon année 2017
Trop de choses que je ne pouvais pas éviter
Pas encore prêt, et déjà lancé sur la piste
Mon année 2018
Je veux vivre autrement
Mais les plans ne suivent jamais les imprévus
Mon année 2018
Allez, fais face
Ce qui est à moi finira par revenir
Quaint, sweet, merry. Warm piano chords are met with light R&B beat ...Quaint, sweet, merry. Warm piano chords are met with light R&B beat with a sense of cosiness and care. Female vocals give impassioned melodies with lyrics conveying a perfect Christmas scene with a set table and glimmering lights. Romantic vibe with two loved ones kissing and enjoying the special day.歌词
Fairy lights are glowing, Wreath is on the door, The Christmas tree is standing proud, The stockings are hung up by the crackling fire, With presents all around, Sugar, spice, and cinnamon, Float through the air, The table is set with the finest tableware, But there’s one last touch that I’ve left unseen, A secret we can share, I’ve got you something special, It’s really something special, Like skybound rides on Santa’s sleigh, And I know you’re dying to see it now, But I’m saving it for Christmas day, 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour, 24 hours in a day, I’m counting every one till I see you again, I hope you’re on your way, The candles softly flicker, The pink skies promise snow, The world is gently wrapped in the warmest golden glow, And if you tiptoe down early I’ll be there, Under the mistletoe, I’ve got you something special, It’s really something special, Like skybound rides on Santa’s sleigh, And I know you’re dying to see it now, But I’m saving it for Christmas day, I’ve got you something special, It's something transcendental, Delivered in a wondrous way, I'll give you a clue, I want it too, I’m saving it for Christmas day.
Quaint, sweet, merry. Warm piano chords are met with light R&B beat ...Quaint, sweet, merry. Warm piano chords are met with light R&B beat with a sense of cosiness and care. Sweet Bell's offer a secret Christmas energy. Two people sharing the time together. Romantic vibe with two loved ones kissing and enjoying the special day. Instrumental version.
Quaint, sweet, merry. Warm piano chords are met with light R&B beat ...Quaint, sweet, merry. Warm piano chords are met with light R&B beat with a sense of cosiness and care. Sweet Bell's offer a secret Christmas energy. Two people sharing the time together. Romantic vibe with two loved ones kissing and enjoying the special day. Stripped back underscore version.
Quaint, sweet, merry. Warm piano chords are met with light R&B beat ...Quaint, sweet, merry. Warm piano chords are met with light R&B beat with a sense of cosiness and care. Sweet Bell's offer a secret Christmas energy. Two people sharing the time together, theatrical bass notes give a dramatic aura. Romantic vibe with two loved ones kissing and enjoying the special day. Stripped back underscore version.
Indie rock song. Intimate, delicate & dreamy. Ethereal female vocals ...Indie rock song. Intimate, delicate & dreamy. Ethereal female vocals & guitars, piano & rock band. Suggested for romance & high-end commercials.歌词
I don’t know what you had in mind
People lie all the time
You don’t have to dry your eyes
People cry all the time
I don’t know if you said goodbye
People die all the time
Poppy, flashy, fresh. Hip hop pop instrumentation hits hard and fast ...Poppy, flashy, fresh. Hip hop pop instrumentation hits hard and fast moving into self-assured section with female vocals rapping in arrogant style. Lyrics about securing the bag, getting paid. A business-first outlook. Selfish or empowering vibe. Cash register FX and slick vocal ad libs. Fun style giving an energetic vibe.歌词
Meet me at the bank, Yeah I'm making hits, I'm just tryna make my money then split.
I don't got all day, Gotta make it quick, I'm just tryna make my money then split.
Yeah I'm looking good, You gotta admit, Still tryna make my money then split.
Meet me at the bank, Yeah I'm making hits, I'm just tryna make my money then split.
I'm too legit, New School, Rock with the old heads, Smoke show, Never smoke cigarettes, Bet on myself, Cuz I know that I'm the best, I don't a personality test.
Show up baggy T and a vest, Tooth gem shining just to match the necklace, Never meditate cuz I don't get pressed, Stay stacking up my checks.
So you heard a lot about me but you just don't know, I hustle everyday with the rhythm and flow, Never met hater didn't turn to a stan, Never get distracted stick to the plan, I wanna eat good got the sushi and wine, If you ain't ballin we ain't one of a kind, Just be for real when you talk that talk, Because I keep my mouth shut and I walk that walk.
Meet me at the bank, Yeah I'm making hits, I'm just tryna make my money then split.
I don't got all day, Gotta make it quick, I'm just tryna make my money then split.
Yeah I'm looking good, You gotta admit, Still tryna make my money then split.
Meet me at the bank, Yeah I'm making hits, I'm just tryna make my money then split.
It’s E-A-S-Y for me, Yeah your daddy adore me, Some of these clubs want me to perform, But most of them can't afford me.
See me in your city, I'm touring, Catch me in the stu, recording, Never use language like “poor me”, I'm so damn blessed its annoying.
So you heard a lot about me but you just don't know, I hustle everyday with the rhythm and flow, Never met hater didn't turn to a stan, Never get distracted stick to the plan, I wanna eat good got the sushi and wine, If you ain't ballin we ain't one of a kind, Just be for real when you talk that talk, Because I keep my mouth shut and I walk that walk.
Meet me at the bank, Yeah I'm making hits, I'm just tryna make my money then split.
I don't got all day, Gotta make it quick, I'm just tryna make my money then split.
Yeah I'm looking good, You gotta admit, Still tryna make my money then split.
Meet me at the bank, Yeah I'm making hits, I'm just tryna make my money then split.
Poppy, flashy, fresh. Hip hop pop instrumentation hits hard and fast ...Poppy, flashy, fresh. Hip hop pop instrumentation hits hard and fast moving into cool section with fat bass and drum machine beat. Empowered vibe from bouncy sub-bass instrumental. Cash register FX and slick vocal ad libs. Fun style giving an energetic vibe. No lead vocal version.
Poppy, flashy, fresh. Hip hop pop instrumentation hits hard and fast ...Poppy, flashy, fresh. Hip hop pop instrumentation hits hard and fast moving into cool section with fat bass and drum machine beat. Empowered vibe from bouncy sub-bass instrumental. Cash register FX. Fun style giving an energetic vibe. Instrumental version.
Poppy, flashy, fresh. Hip hop pop instrumentation hits hard and fast ...Poppy, flashy, fresh. Hip hop pop instrumentation hits hard and fast moving into cool section with fat bass and drum machine beat. Empowered vibe from bouncy sub-bass instrumental. Fun style giving an energetic vibe. Stripped back underscore version.
Arrogant, stylish, bumping. Comedic intro with trappy percussion and ...Arrogant, stylish, bumping. Comedic intro with trappy percussion and charismatic female vocals asking mirror who the most stylish person is. Explosion into trappy sub bass energy, a person who commands attention. Loud and proud energy. Winning attitude supported by inane instrumentation with bouncy sub bass and chattering hi hats. A charismatic or arrogant character demanding looks and whispers.歌词
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Am I the prettiest? Am I the flyest? You can't walk like me, you can't talk like me, So what you gonna do, Let’s Go.
All them eyes on me, all them eyes on me ya ya, All them eyes on me, Who run it, All them eyes on me, all them eyes on me ya ya, All them eyes on me.
Cuz I'm up, watch me turn it up, Walking in the club yea yea, Pull it pull it up, give me what I want.
I'm a big stepper, all eyes on me, When I walk in, I move like a queen, Gold on my neck, ice on my sleeve, I do with real rich, I do with ease.
My money super long, stack super neat, And I ain't gotta flex but they still try to compete, My crown super high, my throne super deep, And I don't lose no sleep, I just win and repeat.
Cuz I'm up, watch me turn it up, Walking in the club yea yea, Pull it pull it up, sipping from my cup yea yea, And I'm super fly and you know whatsup yea yea, I'm just swiping by, give me what I want.
All them eyes on me, all them eyes on me ya ya, All them eyes on me, Who run it, All them eyes on me, all them eyes on me ya ya, All them eyes on me.
I'm shameless, find me in the bag girl pages, Soon as you get home, gimme that, And your wages, You like it don't you, yea we on the same pages, I'm rude and I'm famous, I take a lot of patience.
Now baddies come in threes and the money come go early, So gimme all the cheese, You don't need it, you ain't worthy, And look me in my eyes and show me all your pearlys, Bet you've never ever seen a body this curvy.
All them eyes on me, all them eyes on me ya ya, All them eyes on me, Who run it, All them eyes on me, all them eyes on me ya ya, All them eyes on me.
Arrogant, stylish, bumping. Trappy percussion explodes into sub bass ...Arrogant, stylish, bumping. Trappy percussion explodes into sub bass energy, a person who commands attention. Loud and proud energy. Inane instrumentation with bouncy sub bass and chattering hi hats. A charismatic or arrogant character demanding looks and whispers from onlookers. No lead vocal version.
Arrogant, stylish, bumping. Trappy percussion explodes into sub bass ...Arrogant, stylish, bumping. Trappy percussion explodes into sub bass energy, a person who commands attention. Loud and proud energy. Inane instrumentation with bouncy sub bass and chattering hi hats. A charismatic or arrogant character demanding looks and whispers from onlookers. Instrumental version.
Arrogant, stylish, bumping. Trappy percussion explodes into sub bass ...Arrogant, stylish, bumping. Trappy percussion explodes into sub bass energy, a person who commands attention. Loud and proud energy. Inane instrumentation with bouncy sub bass and chattering hi hats. A charismatic or arrogant character demanding looks and whispers from onlookers. Stripped back underscore version.
Poppy, celebratory, proud. Fun pop instrumentation with trumpet and ...Poppy, celebratory, proud. Fun pop instrumentation with trumpet and slick beat dives into big house beat. Female vocals convey a new trend or style turning heads and causing intrigue and controversy. An exotic tinge to instrumentation, people dancing closely together, feeling the heat of the dancefloor. A modern bouncy aura.歌词
Oh yeah, hands up, Put your hands, Wanna be like us? If you go to the right, I'mma still go left, If the bass goes boom, Imma still go flex, Oh yeah, This is the next wave, This is the next wave, Let’s go like, Oh yeah, hands up, Put your hands, Wanna be like us? 1,2,3 stop, This is the next wave, This is the next wave, yeah, It’s a good feeling, This is the next big thing, Yeah, this is the next big thing, I bring the heat, Yeah this beat is fire, I can't stop moving, You taking’ me higher, Yeah, this is the next big thing, Next big thing, Next big thing, Next big thing, Oh yeah, hands up, Put your hands, Wanna do it like us? If you go to the sun, Imma go to the moon, If the drums go bang, Imma still go boom, Oh yeah, This is the next wave, This is the next wave, Let’s go like, Oh yeah, hands up, Put your hands, Wanna do it like us? 1,2,3 stop, This is the next wave, This is the next wave, yeah, It’s a good feeling, This is the next big thing, Yeah, this is the next big thing, I bring the heat, Yeah this beat is fire, I can't stop moving, You taking’ me higher, Yeah, this is the next big thing, Next big thing, Next big thing, Yeah, this is the next big thing, Next big thing.
Poppy, celebratory, proud. Fun pop instrumentation with trumpet and ...Poppy, celebratory, proud. Fun pop instrumentation with trumpet and slick beat dives into big house beat. An exotic tinge to instrumentation, people dancing closely together, feeling the heat of the dancefloor. A modern bouncy aura. Instrumental version.
Poppy, celebratory, proud. Fun pop instrumentation with trumpet and ...Poppy, celebratory, proud. Fun pop instrumentation with trumpet and slick beat dives into big house beat. An exotic tinge to instrumentation, people dancing closely together, feeling the heat of the dancefloor. A modern bouncy aura. Stripped back underscore version.
