Blues rock. Snappy, lively & swingy. Rock band. Guitar solo @ 1'06. ...Blues rock. Snappy, lively & swingy. Rock band. Guitar solo @ 1'06. Suggested for American sports, cars, trucks, motorsports & road movies.
Explorative, futuristic, determined. Muffled percussion gives rise to ...Explorative, futuristic, determined. Muffled percussion gives rise to pianos and cascading melodies, before rising up on the back of heroic strings. Rumbling return @ 0'37 with shiny melody offering a sense of decadent wonder and awe. Scenes of worlds shrouded in darkness and spaceships careering through the air.
Explorative, futuristic, determined. Quiet strings and piano rise up ...Explorative, futuristic, determined. Quiet strings and piano rise up with a feeling of heroism. Rumbling synth and strings offer a flurry of emotion and passion. Scenes of worlds shrouded in darkness and spaceships careering through the air. Stripped back underscore version.
Flashy, tense, explosive. Serious strings and light percussion curdle ...Flashy, tense, explosive. Serious strings and light percussion curdle into an intense and climactic instrumentation. A feeling of an explosive situation about to blow. Snarling bass rising up with determination, exploding with synth vocal notes hitting out. A futuristic tone, post-apocalyptic as war drums thunder beneath the rough bass.
Flashy, tense, explosive. Serious strings and pads offer a quiet ...Flashy, tense, explosive. Serious strings and pads offer a quiet climactic tension. A feeling of an explosive situation about to blow. Snarling bass rising up with determination. A futuristic tone, post-apocalyptic as war drums thunder beneath the rough bass. Stripped back underscore version.
Emboldened, epic, important. Large muffled beat and droning bass give ...Emboldened, epic, important. Large muffled beat and droning bass give rise to an assured string and piano combination, rising like a phoenix. A modern disaster or battle. Stillness of a catastrophic moment @ 0'32 before diving back into action. War drums pound with force.
Emboldened, epic, important. Piano and string combination rise up ...Emboldened, epic, important. Piano and string combination rise up with quiet sense of power and confidence. A modern disaster or battle. Stillness of a catastrophic moment @ 0'32 before diving back into action. Stripped back underscore version.
Battle-ready, strong, futuristic. Bright synth notes rise up out of ...Battle-ready, strong, futuristic. Bright synth notes rise up out of murky atmosphere to give clear sci-fi energy. Drifting choral voices and strings convey a feeling of floating or being airborne. A spaceship or high-tech vehicle swerving and diving. Large impacts starting @ 0'50 offer an apocalyptic energy to fast-paced action.
Battle-ready, strong, futuristic. Bright synth notes rise up out of ...Battle-ready, strong, futuristic. Bright synth notes rise up out of murky atmosphere to give clear sci-fi energy. Drifting choral voices and strings convey a feeling of floating or being airborne. A spaceship or high-tech vehicle swerving and diving. Fast-paced action. Stripped back underscore version.
Frantic, dynamic, tense. Ornate plucked string of middle-eastern ...Frantic, dynamic, tense. Ornate plucked string of middle-eastern tradition plays out a glissando trilling sequence with a sense of purpose and drive as percussion grows into modern bass and dance beat. Determined chord sequence rises through mystic-sounding melodies. A sense of panic and intrigue. A race through a middle eastern market or city street.
Frantic, dynamic, tense. Ornate plucked string of middle-eastern ...Frantic, dynamic, tense. Ornate plucked string of middle-eastern tradition plays out a glissando trilling sequence with a sense of purpose and drive as percussion grows into modern bass and dance beat. Determined chord sequence rises through mystic-sounding melodies. A sense of panic and intrigue. A race through an Arabian market or city street. Instrumental version.
Frantic, dynamic, tense. Ornate plucked string of middle-eastern ...Frantic, dynamic, tense. Ornate plucked string of middle-eastern tradition plays out a glissando trilling sequence with a sense of purpose and drive as percussion grows into modern bass and dance beat. Determined chord sequence rises through mystic-sounding melodies. A sense of panic and intrigue. A race through an Arabian market or city street. Stripped back underscore version.
Fun, bustling, dreamy. Big heavy kick drum sets out a sturdy beat, as ...Fun, bustling, dreamy. Big heavy kick drum sets out a sturdy beat, as pulsing percussion and traditional middle-eastern melodies snake behind it in a swirling hypnotising style. Female vocals lost within the whirling instrumentation gives a sense of power and mysterious. A person on a mission, making their way through bazaars or narrow streets in Dubai, Ankara, Tehran or Cairo.
Fun, bustling, dreamy. Big heavy kick drum sets out a sturdy beat, as ...Fun, bustling, dreamy. Big heavy kick drum sets out a sturdy beat, as pulsing percussion and traditional middle-eastern melodies snake behind it in a swirling hypnotising style. A person on a mission, making their way through bazaars or narrow streets in Dubai, Ankara, Tehran or Cairo. Instrumental version.
Fun, bustling, dreamy. Big bass sets out a sturdy instrumentation ...Fun, bustling, dreamy. Big bass sets out a sturdy instrumentation with traditional middle-eastern string melodies. A person on a mission, making their way through bazaars or narrow streets in Dubai, Ankara, Tehran or Cairo. Stripped back underscore version.
Classic soul song with modern production. Sensual, provocative, jazzy ...Classic soul song with modern production. Sensual, provocative, jazzy & mischievous. Female vocals & backing vocals, piano & big band brass. Suggested for striptease, cabaret & suggestive commercials.歌词
Foolin’ around: Someday, I’ll be as rich as you babeAnd I won’t have to fool myself,Sleeping right next to youSomeday, I’ll leave my blues behind,Get into the groove and ride,I won’t be messing around with you Ain’t no rain, no rain gonna drown my flameI’ll be finally be free from you babeNo more fooling around with youNo more losing myself to youNo more fooling around with you SomedayI'll be as strong as you, babeAnd shake off every shadeHiding my face from you Someday,I'll learn to love my own skin,Break free from the pain within,Of this broken-hearted girl you knew Ain’t no rain, no rain gonna drown my flameI’ll be finally be free from you babeNo more fooling around with youNo more losing myself to youNo more fooling around with youNo more losing myself to youNo more fooling around with youNo more losing myself for youNo more fooling around, no moreFooling myself to you
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. 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
Classical remix. Driving & catchy. From "In the Hall of the Mountain ...Classical remix. Driving & catchy. From "In the Hall of the Mountain King" by E. Grieg. Stealthy intro. String orchestra on a electro-dance beat with choir & brass hits. Break @ 0’55 building-up with flowing strings, arpeggiator & claps. Climax @ 1’47. Suggested for aristocratic dancefloor, royal trailer, epic sports & promos.
Rude, boisterous, powerful. Big loud trumpets and charismatic female ...Rude, boisterous, powerful. Big loud trumpets and charismatic female vocals about being rich and flaunting style. Empowerment through a mean bratty power. A proud independence with hip hop dance style supporting. Big bassy instrumentation give a sense of noisy energy, youthful vibe.歌词
Cha cha cha ching, Don’t need a diamond ring, 'Cause I only need me, Yeah, it pays to feel free, Don’t need nobody else, I’m good all by myself, Do what I want, when I want, I do it so well.
Born to be independent, If I want it, I’ma get it, Just something in my genetics, If I wanna, I’ma spend it, Born to be independent, If you wanna learn a lesson, Get your bag and then finesse it, Let me show you how to get it, Independent.
We want it, we get it, We’re so independent, So flaunt it, finesse it, We’re so independent.
Yeah, if they’re dragging your name, Please don’t care what they say, Won’t say it to your face, 'Cause they’re so afraid, 'Cause we got what we need, And we’re out of their league, They won’t admit that they’ve been staring jealously.
Born to be independent, If you wanna learn a lesson, Get your bag and then finesse it, Let me show you how to get it, Independent.
We want it, we get it, We’re so independent, So flaunt it, finesse it, We’re so independent.
Born to be independent, If I want it, I’ma get it, Just something in my genetics, If I wanna, I’ma spend it, Born to be independent, If you wanna learn a lesson, Get your bag and then finesse it, Let me show you how to get it, Independent.
We want it, we get it, We’re so independent, So flaunt it, finesse it, We’re so independent.
Rude, boisterous, powerful. Big loud trumpets and timpani-snare ...Rude, boisterous, powerful. Big loud trumpets and timpani-snare trills give a big pumped-up energy. A proud independence with hip hop dance style supporting. Big bassy instrumentation give a sense of noisy energy, youthful vibe. Instrumental version.
Rude, boisterous, powerful. Big loud trumpets and timpani-snare ...Rude, boisterous, powerful. Big loud trumpets and timpani-snare trills give a big pumped-up energy. A proud independence with hip hop dance style supporting. Big bassy instrumentation give a sense of noisy energy, youthful vibe. Stripped back underscore version.
Rude, boisterous, powerful. Big sub bass hip hop instrumentation. ...Rude, boisterous, powerful. Big sub bass hip hop instrumentation. Lyrics communicate a powerful independent energy, empowerment through forceful charisma. 30 second version.
Rude, boisterous, powerful. Big sub bass hip hop instrumentation ...Rude, boisterous, powerful. Big sub bass hip hop instrumentation explodes into bassy hook, grime energy with rising hype power. 30 second instrumental version.
Rustic, joyous, festive. Irish folk instrumentation bursts out with a ...Rustic, joyous, festive. Irish folk instrumentation bursts out with a happy energy from violin melody, settling into a warm verse. Male vocals notice Christmas aspects around, crackling fires and snowy chimneys. A sense of excitement in the bridge into the explosive chorus. A family dancing together and ringing in the festive time in a quaint old-fashioned way. A welcoming energy.歌词
There’s a cobbled street of white, And a frost upon the chimneys, There’s a cracklin’ firelight, I’ll keep us warm until the evening.
I can't believe it’s nearly Christmas day, The sound of children singing, Bells are ringing ‘cross the bay.
It’s Christmas in our house, Shout shout, It's a beautiful day, Christmas in our house, Shout shout, Hip hip horray, A toast to St.Nicholas, Sláinte to a beautiful day, Christmas in our house with love, In our hearts.
All gathered round the table, With the holly and the ivy, And there’s candle in the window, To welcome everybody.
Let’s raise a glass to those across the land, May joy and laughter fill your hearts, Until we meet again.
It’s Christmas in our house, Shout shout, It's a beautiful day, Christmas in our house, Shout shout, Hip hip horray, A toast to St.Nicholas, Sláinte to a beautiful day, Christmas in our house with love, In our hearts.
Woah.
It’s Christmas in our house, Christmas in our house, It’s Christmas in our house, Christmas in our house with love.
Rustic, joyous, festive. Irish folk instrumentation bursts out with a ...Rustic, joyous, festive. Irish folk instrumentation bursts out with a happy energy, settling into a warm verse. A sense of excitement in the bridge into the explosive chorus. A family or a band dancing together and ringing in the festive time in a quaint old-fashioned way. A welcoming energy. Instrumental version.
Rustic, joyous, festive. Irish folk instrumentation bursts out with a ...Rustic, joyous, festive. Irish folk instrumentation bursts out with a happy energy, settling into a warm verse. A sense of excitement in the bridge into the explosive chorus. A family dancing together and ringing in the festive time in a quaint old-fashioned way. A welcoming energy. Stripped back underscore version.
Rustic, joyous, festive. Fun folk drums and soft piano burst out with ...Rustic, joyous, festive. Fun folk drums and soft piano burst out with a happy energy, settling into a warm verse. A family dancing together and ringing in the festive time in a quaint old-fashioned way. A welcoming energy. Stripped back underscore version.
Rustic, joyous, festive. Solo guitar creates a reflective yet ...Rustic, joyous, festive. Solo guitar creates a reflective yet uplifting piece. Feeling grateful and content in life, but not forgetting those lost along the way. Stripped back underscore version.
Rustic, joyous, festive. Irish folk instrumentation bursts out with a ...Rustic, joyous, festive. Irish folk instrumentation bursts out with a happy energy, settling into a warm verse. Male vocals notice Christmas aspects around, crackling fires and snowy chimneys. A sense of excitement in the bridge into the explosive chorus. A family dancing together and ringing in the festive time in a quaint old-fashioned way. A welcoming energy. Acoustic version.
Rustic, joyous, festive. Irish folk instrumentation bursts out with a ...Rustic, joyous, festive. Irish folk instrumentation bursts out with a happy energy, settling into a warm verse. A sense of excitement in the bridge into the explosive chorus. A family dancing together and ringing in the festive time in a quaint old-fashioned way. A welcoming energy. Acoustic instrumental version.
Fearful, raw, climactic. High-pitched plucked string amid uncertain ...Fearful, raw, climactic. High-pitched plucked string amid uncertain dissonant atmosphere gives a spinetingling tension. Hairs standing up on end and goosebumps from creepy aura. Big impact and thundering bass hit with an action-movie power as percussion begins to march. Tick-tock percussion and slicing string sounds give a sense of gory danger building into nailbiting crescendo.
Fearful, raw, climactic. Murmuring atmosphere joined by footsteps and ...Fearful, raw, climactic. Murmuring atmosphere joined by footsteps and unpredictable jumpscare FX. Strings rise into big impacts @ 0'34, like death march or large explosions. Heartbeat sub bass pulses with a sense of tension, reaching into a nailbiting crescendo. Stripped back underscore version.
Dreadful, anticipatory, apocalyptic. Low humming atmosphere drifts in ...Dreadful, anticipatory, apocalyptic. Low humming atmosphere drifts in with echoing ambience and serious string. Tick-tock sound conveys time running out. Desolate wasteland from sparse instrumentation. Until big impact @ 0'35 conveys sudden danger. Detuned string plucks offers a sense of off-kilter fear and danger, murmuring bass and upswing screeches give into a sense of impending doom as drums rise. Strings shrill screen offers a sense of chaos and destruction.
Dreadful, anticipatory, apocalyptic. Low humming atmosphere drifts in ...Dreadful, anticipatory, apocalyptic. Low humming atmosphere drifts in with echoing ambience and serious string. Desolate wasteland from sparse instrumentation. Until big impact @ 0'35 conveys sudden danger. Detuned string plucks offers a sense of off-kilter fear and danger, murmuring bass and upswing screeches give into a sense of impending doom as drums rise. Strings shrill screen offers a sense of chaos and destruction. Stripped back underscore version.
Spiritual, cursed, hallowed. Low murmuring emerges through shadowy ...Spiritual, cursed, hallowed. Low murmuring emerges through shadowy ambience. Groaning and trickling gives a sense of isolation and emptiness. Drums begin to pound as a dreadful rhythm builds up with slow seriousness. Muddy bass pounds as tension rises. A killer finding an individual's location and hunting them down. Big climax at the end with multiple rising impacts.
Spiritual, cursed, hallowed. Low murmuring emerges through shadowy ...Spiritual, cursed, hallowed. Low murmuring emerges through shadowy ambience. Drums begin to pound as a dreadful rhythm builds up with slow seriousness. Muddy bass pounds as tension rises. A killer finding an individual's location and hunting them down. Big climax at the end with multiple rising impacts. Stripped back underscore version.
