Epic, yearning, special. High-pitched guitar sequence offers a Epic, yearning, special. High-pitched guitar sequence offers a feeling of quaint beauty, a flower blooming slowly. Big dulcet guitar sequence starts at 00:27 allowing euphoric sound to build behind it, a sense of wonder and wistfulness. A sky full of stars above a quiet landscape. Piano and guitar at 01:31 offer a sense of rustic beauty as instrumentation builds after a moment of silence. Percussion towards the end communicates a sense of forward progression and hopefulness.
Epic, yearning, special. Gentle euphoria followed by dulcet guitar Epic, yearning, special. Gentle euphoria followed by dulcet guitar sequence starts at 00:27 allowing euphoric sound to build behind it, a sense of wonder and wistfulness. A sky full of stars above a quiet landscape. Piano at 1:31 offers a sense of rustic beauty as instrumentation builds after a moment of silence. Percussion towards the end communicates a sense of forward progression and hopefulness. Stripped back underscore version.
Narrative, nostalgic & intimate track evoking distant memories from Narrative, nostalgic & intimate track evoking distant memories from the island of Cuba. Spanish guitar duet playing with harmonics.
Striving, determined, sentimental. Rhythmic piano note gives way to Striving, determined, sentimental. Rhythmic piano note gives way to sequence communicating a desperation and sadness. Pained high-pitched piano melodies begin to peel off from main structure, layering of emotive refrains. A more serious rhythmic transition at 00:50 as bass notes and consistent arpeggiations give a sense of persistence and pride. Climactic moment, an individual rushing home or to the hospital.
Sombre, wistful, soulful. Emotive guitar sequence inspires feelings Sombre, wistful, soulful. Emotive guitar sequence inspires feelings of angst and uncertainty, joined by lethargic but steady drumbeat. Guitar riff injects a blues energy, an individual looking longingly at a large landscape. Bass sets out a sturdy basis for feelings of longing, with vocal melody following guitar riff.
Sombre, wistful, soulful. Emotive guitar sequence inspires feelings Sombre, wistful, soulful. Emotive guitar sequence inspires feelings of angst and uncertainty, joined by lethargic but steady drumbeat. An individual looking longingly at a large landscape. Bass sets out a sturdy basis for feelings of longing. Instrumental version.
Sombre, wistful, soulful. Emotive guitar sequence inspires feelings Sombre, wistful, soulful. Emotive guitar sequence inspires feelings of angst and uncertainty, an individual looking longingly at a large landscape. Stripped back underscore version.
Sentimental piano ballad. Romantic, nostalgic & tender. Solo piano. Sentimental piano ballad. Romantic, nostalgic & tender. Solo piano. Suggested for romance, piano bar & destiny.
Sophisticated, classical, eerie. Thrumming strings meet with creeping Sophisticated, classical, eerie. Thrumming strings meet with creeping light melody, peeling off into discordant notes to create an atmosphere of uncertainty and intrigue. Slow tempo also communicates a sense of macabre and gothic sorrow, with lightness of melody softening this into an uncanny vibe.
Sophisticated, classical, eerie. Thrumming strings meet with creeping Sophisticated, classical, eerie. Thrumming strings meet with creeping light melody with expansive echo, peeling off into discordant notes to create an atmosphere of uncertainty and intrigue. Slow tempo also communicates a sense of macabre and gothic sorrow, with lightness of melody softening this into an uncanny vibe. Alternative version.
Slow in the style of the 40s, 50s & 60s. Sensual, lazy, languid & Slow in the style of the 40s, 50s & 60s. Sensual, lazy, languid & sophisticated. Swing orchestra with languid strings, brass & brushes.
1st part jazz ballad. Sentimental & intimate song in late night mood. 1st part jazz ballad. Sentimental & intimate song in late night mood. 2nd part @ 1'30 medium swing. Female singer, symphonic jazz orchestra, vibraphone, piano, brass & rhythm. Tempo change @ 1'33. Coda with lead alto sax @ 2'06.歌词
No Dice (It’s Time to Leave)
Words and music John Greaves
Not prone to exaggerating
No more than my conscience allows
I tend more to understating
Rather than looking a fool
Don’t like giving the game away
I keep my cards close to my chest
Just in case it’s my lucky day
I don’t want to spoil my chances
Joking apart this poor old heart is
Worn out on my sleeve
It’s time to leave
I’m no percentage player
I’ll tear off every layer
And later I’ll be cleaned out
Washed up mangled,
Hanging on the line to dry.
1st part jazz ballad. Sentimental & intimate in late night mood. 2nd 1st part jazz ballad. Sentimental & intimate in late night mood. 2nd part @ 1'30 medium swing. Flugelhorn, symphonic jazz orchestra, vibraphone, piano, brass & rhythm. Tempo change @ 1'33. Coda with lead alto sax @ 2'06.
Soft, wistful, magical. Soft swaying rhythm asserted by light Soft, wistful, magical. Soft swaying rhythm asserted by light percussive noise and piano. Quaint energy made serious by moving string accompaniment, movement momentarily gives way to scary dissonance at 00:45 contrasting gentle and harsh atmospheres. Choral voices at 01:37 instilling a growing sense of importance and uncertainty.
Soft, wistful, magical. Clarinet plays wondrous melody, tinged by Soft, wistful, magical. Clarinet plays wondrous melody, tinged by worry and fear. Quaint energy made serious by moving string accompaniment, movement momentarily gives way to scary dissonance at 00:45 contrasting gentle and harsh atmospheres. Choral voices at 01:37 instilling a growing sense of importance and uncertainty. Stripped back underscore version.
French song in 60s style. Tender & sentimental. Female singer, French song in 60s style. Tender & sentimental. Female singer, acoustic & electric guitars, organ, string section & rhythm. Suggested for romance.歌词
La main dans la main, traverser les boulevardsLes yeux dans les yeux comme un roman de gare
J’ai toujours sur moi, un pola de toi.
Marcher sous la pluie avec toi dans la nuit
C’est pas un problème, dis moi juste «
je t’aime
»
Les bijoux, les fleurs, je vois la vie en couleur.
Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi,
Et tu vois.
Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble à ça.
Quand viendra le jour où tu ne seras plus là
Tu sais mon amour j’aurai toujours sur moi.
Tu sais devines quoi? Un pola de toi.
Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi,
Et tu vois.
Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble a ça.
Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi,
Et tu vois.
Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble à ça.
English translation :
ROMANTIC NOVEL
Hand in hand, crossing the boulevards
Eye to eye, like in a romantic novel
I always have on me, a polaroid of you.
Walking in the rain with you in the night
It's not a problem, just tell me “I love you”
The jewels, the flowers, I see life in color.
I wonder every day, what would I do without you
And you see,
It seems love is really like that.
When the day comes when you will no longer be here
You know, my love, I will always have on me
You know, guess what, a polaroid of you.
I wonder every day, what would I do without you
And you see,
It seems love is really like that.
I wonder every day, what would I do without you
And you see,
It seems love is really like that.
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
Ethereal, charming & intimate ballad-pop sung in Spanish. Gently Ethereal, charming & intimate ballad-pop sung in Spanish. Gently falling in love. Female singer, sampling, piano, electric guitar, synth, electronic & sampled percussion.歌词
ES:
me acabo de despertar no era una pesadilla era un sueño cargado sentí el peso de cien universos recayendo en mi costado, seis toneladas de asfalto
te cuento estaba andando tomando una desperados andando por un bar que siempre me olía quemado los tíos por el sitio andaban desesperados molestaban como un rato y luego se iban a otro lado
y de repente me giro tus ojos brillantes toa' la gente bailaban como ignorantes nadie se daba cuenta de lo que había delante mejor para mí no quiero pelearme tu bailas y me tomo otro trago tu bailas y me acuerdo de un fotograma desgastado tu bailas y me acuerdo de aquel cine de verano mirándote la boca soñando con el pecado
el mundo no está hecho para gente como tú no puedes ser mortal teniendo toda esa actitud no puedes ser real por eso digo que es un sueño aunque yo haya tocado cada parte de tu cuerpo si no es pa ser amados dime pa que estamos hechos como me miras baby se que no es un juego te pregunto quien eres y me dices no me acuerdo te digo ven conmigo yo te lo recuerdo
tal vez ya no me quiera escapar puede que me haya vuelto a enamorar tal vez sea un juego pero acepto cada reto y si viene dulce lo voy a probar no es lo que pensé que iba a encontrar pero se que me has venido a buscar beber entre besos con un cúmulo de excesos y sentidos preparándose a estallar
ya no me castigo parece que embriagaste cada uno de mis sentidos yo te amaba antes de haberte conocido vivía encerrada hasta que sentí tus labios en los míos lo mío es ponértelo sencillo no quiero complicarlo solo quiero estar contigo olerte el cuello mis manos entre tus rizos fúmate un cigarro conmigo que yo te invito pégate pregúntame donde vivo vámonos al baño bésame y echa el pestillo cuéntame tus juegos y yo te cuento los míos quédate conmigo baby quédate conmigo quédate conmigo baby quédate conmigo quédate conmigo baby quédate conmigo quédate conmigo que yo te enseño el camino quédate conmigo baby quédate
tal vez ya no me quiera escapar puede que me haya vuelto a enamorar tal vez sea un juego pero acepto cada reto y si viene dulce lo voy a probar no es lo que pensé que iba a encontrar pero se que me has venido a buscar beber entre besos con un cúmulo de excesos y sentidos preparándose a estallar tal vez ya no me quiera escapar puede que me haya vuelto a enamorar tal vez sea un juego pero acepto cada reto y si viene dulce lo voy a probar no es lo que pensé que iba a encontrar pero se que me has venido a buscar beber entre besos con un cúmulo de excesos y sentidos preparándose a estallar
EN:
I just woke up it was not a nightmare it was a heavy dream I felt the weight of a hundred universes falling on my side, six tons of asphalt
I tell you I was walking taking a desperado walking through a bar that always smelled burnt to me the guys around the place were walking around desperate they were bugging for a while and then they'd go somewhere else
and suddenly I turn around your eyes shining all the people were dancing like ignorants no one noticed what was in front of them better for me i don't want to fight
you dance and I take another drink you dance and I remember a faded frame you dance and I remember that summer movie theatre looking at your mouth dreaming of sin
the world is not made for people like you you can't be mortal having all that attitude you can't be real that's why I say it's a dream even though I've touched every part of your body if it's not to be loved tell me what we're made for how you look at me baby I know it's not a game I ask you who are you and you tell me I don't remember I tell you come with me I remind you
Maybe I don't want to run away anymore Maybe I've fallen in love again maybe it's a game but I accept every challenge and if it comes sweet I'll try it it's not what I thought I'd find but I know you've come looking for me to drink between kisses with an accumulation of excess and senses preparing to explode
I no longer punish myself it seems that you intoxicated each one of my senses I loved you before I met you I lived locked up until I felt your lips on mine my thing is to make it simple for you I don't want to complicate it I just want to be with you smell your neck my hands between your curls smoke a cigarette with me I'll buy you one ask me where I live let's go to the bathroom kiss me and bolt the door tell me your games and I'll tell you mine stay with me baby stay with me stay with me baby stay with me stay with me baby stay with me stay with me that I'll show you the way stay with me baby stay with me
maybe I don't want to run away anymore I may have fallen in love again maybe it's a game but I accept every challenge and if it comes sweet I'm gonna taste it it's not what I thought I'd find but I know you've come looking for me to drink between kisses with an accumulation of excess and senses getting ready to explode maybe I don't want to escape anymore maybe I've fallen in love again maybe it's a game but I accept every challenge and if it comes sweet I'll taste it it's not what I thought I'd find but I know you've come looking for me to drink between kisses with an accumulation of excess and senses preparing to explode
