Italian inspired theme. Nostalgic but lively with a Gypsy touch. Italian inspired theme. Nostalgic but lively with a Gypsy touch. Small ensemble with clarinet, violin & trumpet. Suggested for 50s & 60s Italian movie.
Indie chill pop rock. Smooth, slow, intimate, sensual & foggy. Chorus Indie chill pop rock. Smooth, slow, intimate, sensual & foggy. Chorus @ 0'47. Male & female singers, guitar & drum. For daytime, leisure, series & indie movie.歌词
Somebody loves Somebody swings It’s in your eyes It’s in your dreams
We reach out we reach out for the sun We reach out we reach out for the sun
You’ll carry my soul You’ll carry my love You’re in my mind You’re in my blood
We reach out, we reach out for the sun We reach out, we reach out for the sun We reach out, we reach out for the sun We reach out, we reach out for the sun
Indie chill pop rock. Low-key, smooth, cool, positive & suave. Lead Indie chill pop rock. Low-key, smooth, cool, positive & suave. Lead guitar @ 1'36 with drum. For leisure, light news, indie movie & commercial.
Dreamy, charming & carefree hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. Dreamy, charming & carefree hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. Looking towards the future, not the past. Female rap singer, voice sampling, synth, fx vinyl noise, electric strings & electronic percussion. English rap @ 2'21.歌词
ES:
oye oye
llámame y dame un garbeo con tu coche
noches locas
mándame un mensaje si ya son mas de las doce
doce menos diez
ya no tengo tiempo para la contemplación
ahora solo quiero disfrutar la sensación
no confío en nadie y no es por culpa del alcohol
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante
tengo antojo de helao'
dame un beso frio endulzao'
que me sepa a mandarina
con burbujas como aspirina
con olor a tarta de queso
la textura de un pan entero
calentito solo pa mi
hazlo pensando solo en mi
te hago un hueco en la cama plegable
planes improvisados de tarde
ponemos algo de los noventa
la peli mas cliché que prefieras
como me gusta verte la espalda
sin el peto de color naranja
y pintarte solo con las huellas
una rosa con granos de arena
tu eres un universo en la tierra
dale que yo te llevo a Paris
nos montamos en alguna nube
y si quieres nos alquilo el Louvre
y te compro un helado de fresa
fresa rosa fresa palo fresa
fresa fresca fresita francesa
fresa tierna y luego una frambuesa
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante
i thought i saw the sky falling
it was me in the end
im trynna' be the realest
i was falling way too fast
i know that you love me
pero no te sale bien
everybody talking about having a new benz
i wake up every morning wishing i could go back to bed again
the imaginary of my head
is always better than the things that are waiting outside for me
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it damn
wish i could but i cant help it
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
to think that the things are coming to an end…
oye oye
llámame y dame un garbeo con tu coche
noches locas
mándame un mensaje si ya son mas de las doce
doce menos diez
ya no tengo tiempo para la contemplación
ahora solo quiero disfrutar la sensación
no confío en nadie y no es por culpa del alcohol
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante
la brisa del patio
hojas de tabaco
bailan lentamente
entre flores del jardin
me pierdo en tus manos
no me pierdo nada
camino despacio
tranquilita junto a ti
EN:
hey hey
call me and give me a ride in your car
crazy nights
send me a message if it's after twelve o'clock
ten to twelve
I don't have time for contemplation anymore
now I just want to enjoy the feeling
I don't trust anyone and it's not because of the alcohol
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward
I'm craving for ice cream
give me a cold sweetened kiss
that tastes like tangerine
with bubbles like aspirin
with the smell of cheesecake
the texture of a whole loaf of bread
warm only for me
do it thinking only of me
I'll make room for you in the folding bed
improvised evening plans
we put on something from the nineties
the most cliché movie you want
how I like to see your back
without the orange training bib
and paint you only with your footprints
a rose with grains of sand
you are a universe on earth
come on, I'll take you to Paris
we'll ride on a cloud
and if you want I'll rent us the Louvre
and I'll buy you a strawberry ice cream
strawberry pink strawberry stick strawberry
fresh strawberry French strawberry
tender strawberry and then a raspberry
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward
i thought i saw the sky falling
it was me in the end
i'm trynna' be the realest
i was falling way too fast
i know that you love me
but you don't get it right
everybody talking about having a new benz
i wake up every morning wishing i could go back to bed again
the imaginary of my head
is always better than the things that are waiting outside for me
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it damn
wish i could but i cant help it
and i cant help it
I wish i could but i cant help it
to think that the things are coming to an end...
hey hey
call me and give me a ride in your car
crazy nights
send me a message if it's after twelve o'clock
ten to twelve
I don't have time for contemplation anymore
now I just want to enjoy the feeling
I don't trust anyone and it's not because of the alcohol
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward
the breeze in the courtyard
tobacco leaves
dance slowly
among the flowers in the garden
I lose myself in your hands
I don't miss anything
I walk slowly
calmly by your side
Introspective, intimate & wandering hip-hop-pop sung in Spanish. Introspective, intimate & wandering hip-hop-pop sung in Spanish. Pushing away the pain. Female singer, electric guitar, slide, synth & electronic percussion.歌词
ES:
estoy cansada y no lo entiendo
intento expresarlo con palabras
y al final salen bostezos
el miedo
de verme en un espejo
y disociar entre la imagen
y entre lo que en si proyecto
casi ni veo cine
desecho mis deseos
ya no hago lo que quiero
porque nunca tengo tiempo
y me lamento
y lo único pienso
es que me come la ciudad
y que me enreda el pelo el viento
pensé que amar sería suficiente
pero me siento sola y peleada con mi mente
no creo en mi talento como antes
no soy la que era antes
no soy suficiente
o soy demasiado grande
no soy nada fuerte
o es que tengo mucho aguante
no recuerdo nada lo que es sentirme bien
con el alma llena como un niño
que empieza a correr
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de un sueño malgastado
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
tal vez el camino equivocado
sea siempre el que me ha conquistado
ya tengo el enigma descifrado
el tiempo se pasa muy despacio
no busco na' de nadie
la suerte no me sobra pero siempre se comparte
escribo versos con punto y a parte
porque un punto y seguido implica motivos pa' seguir adelante
pero tranquilas que aquí mando yo
el agua limpia todo y últimamente está lloviendo un montón
no quiero sentir ni un remordimiento nunca más
la sensación que mas me pesa es la de recordar
algún día estaré bien lo puedo asegurar
sentirme a mí misma es suficiente pa' avanzar
igual que el pie que se siente a sí mismo al andar
igual que dos enamorados dentro de un maizal
escribo para mí y para reafirmar
que puede que algún día este cigarro se apague sin más
y no lo entenderás por no haber querido preguntar
ya no te sientas mal por mí me he cambiado de piel
a veces tu recuerdo incluso me sabe a miel
he estado imaginándome que es lo que quiero ser
y solo busco ser más gata que nunca y correr
y correr y correr y correr
y correr
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de un sueño malgastado
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
EN:
I'm tired and I don't understand
I try to put it into words
and in the end yawns come out
the fear
of seeing myself in a mirror
and dissociate between the image
and between what I project
I almost don't watch movies
I discard my desires
I no longer do what I want
because I never have time
and I lament
and the only thing I think
is that the city eats me up
and that the wind is tangling my hair
I thought that loving would be enough
but I feel lonely and at odds with my mind
I don't believe in my talent like before
I'm not what I used to be
I'm not enough
or I'm too big
I'm not strong at all
or is it that I have too much endurance
I don't remember what it's like to feel good
with a soul as full as a child
who starts to run
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of a wasted dream
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
maybe the wrong path
is always the one that has conquered me
I already have the enigma deciphered
time goes by very slowly
I'm not looking for anything from anyone
luck is not enough for me but I always share it
I write verses with a full stop, new paragraph
because a full stop, no new paragraph implies reasons to keep going on
but don't worry I'm in charge here
water cleans everything and lately it's been raining a lot
I don't want to feel a single remorse anymore
the feeling that weighs me down the most is the one of remembering
someday I'll be alright I can assure you
feeling myself is enough to move forward
just like the foot that feels itself when walking
just like two lovers inside a cornfield
I write for myself and to reaffirm
that maybe someday this cigarette will go out just like that
and you won't understand because you didn't want to ask
don't feel bad for me anymore I've changed my skin
sometimes your memory even tastes like honey to me
I've been imagining what I want to be
and I'm just trying to be more cat than ever and run
and run and run and run and run
and run
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of a wasted dream
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
Gypsy jazz in a French spirit. Relax but tender & nostalgic. Jazz Gypsy jazz in a French spirit. Relax but tender & nostalgic. Jazz guitar, whistling, double-bass & piano.
French waltz in a belle-Epoque spirit. Romantic, lazy & tender French waltz in a belle-Epoque spirit. Romantic, lazy & tender old-fashioned waltz in a Belle-Epoque mood. String orchestra & piano. Suggested for historical documentary.
Thoughtful, nostalgic & sentimental waltz in a Belle-Epoque spirit. Thoughtful, nostalgic & sentimental waltz in a Belle-Epoque spirit. Piano & string ensemble.
Soft, intimate & deep indie pop song with british male singer & synth Soft, intimate & deep indie pop song with british male singer & synth pads. Emotional & bright. Drum @ 1'49 until build-up. Suggested for indie movie, teens tv shows & ads.歌词
Feeling the wild winds are waking, waking And all my best intentions thrown
I’m drifting closer to the edge
The silent cliff top suspense
Feeling the wild winds are waking, waking
I’m unsettled Unsettled
I can’t shake it off I’m unsettled Unsettled
I can’t shake it off
Pick up my ball of thoughts and throw it, throw it I’ll let the wind direct it’s path
Could hear that pin drop to the floor
And seconds later exploding
Pick up my ball of thoughts and throw it, throw it
I can see that winter is up ahead
And if I don’t get my head together
I’ll be blown away
I will be logged out, adrift, a castaway And if I don’t anchor down,
I will pass away
I can’t shake it off I can’t shake it off
Heartwarming, comforting, supportive. Fragile male vocal coos over Heartwarming, comforting, supportive. Fragile male vocal coos over emotive acoustic guitar sequence. Lyrics inspiring feelings of closeness and trust, an individual indebted to making someone comfortable and loved. Uplifting chorus at 00:51 with repeated lyrics asserting support and affection. Bending guitar with bottleneck style communicates a rustic country style. High-pitched vocals convey a vulnerability and honesty.歌词
I'll keep you close, No matter what it takes, When hopes goes, I'll show you the way. We know it's not impossible for the waves to crash on us. I will be, I will be, I will be there, Whenever you're in need. I will be, I will be, I will be there, You can count on me. I'll stick by you, No matter your mistakes, When hope goes, I'll show you the way. We could be unstoppable if you hold my hand and trust. I will be, I will be, I will be there, Whenever you're in need. I will be, I will be, I will be there, You can count on me. I will be there, I will be there.
Heartwarming, comforting, supportive. Emotive acoustic guitar Heartwarming, comforting, supportive. Emotive acoustic guitar sequence sets out a feeling of bittersweet warmth, reminiscent of a sad but comforting moment. Uplifting chorus at 00:51 with passionate drums. Bending guitar with bottleneck style communicates a rustic country style. High-pitched vocals convey a vulnerability and honesty. Instrumental version.
Heartwarming, comforting, supportive. Emotive acoustic guitar Heartwarming, comforting, supportive. Emotive acoustic guitar sequence sets out a feeling of bittersweet warmth, reminiscent of a sad but comforting moment. Bending guitar with bottleneck style communicates a rustic country style. High-pitched vocals convey a vulnerability and honesty. Stripped back underscore version.
Homely, encouraging, yearning. Pacy folk guitar launches into lively Homely, encouraging, yearning. Pacy folk guitar launches into lively drumbeat with layered guitars conveying a sense of warmth and longing, reminiscent of an individual or group of individuals leaving home to venture into the great big world. Indie sensibility from electric guitar and chorus of voices cooing passionately. Cathartic climax at 01:44 with powerful kick drum sounds into breakdown with whistling and pacy instrumentation.
Homely, encouraging, yearning. Pacy folk guitar launches into lively Homely, encouraging, yearning. Pacy folk guitar launches into lively drumbeat with layered guitars conveying a sense of warmth and longing, reminiscent of an individual or group of individuals leaving home to venture into the great big world. Indie sensibility from electric guitar. Cathartic climax at 01:44 with powerful kick drum sounds into breakdown with pacy instrumentation. Instrumental version.
Homely, encouraging, yearning. Pacy folk guitar launches lively Homely, encouraging, yearning. Pacy folk guitar launches lively sequence with banjo, reminiscent of an individual or group of individuals leaving home to venture into the great big world. Countryside vibe from organic instrumentation. Stripped back underscore version.
