Jazzy mambo in the style of the spy film. Determined, urgent & tense. ...Jazzy mambo in the style of the spy film. Determined, urgent & tense. Brass section, keyboard & latin percussion with congas & bongo. Lead trumpet @ 1'17.
Underscore. Jazzy mambo in the style of the spy film. Determined, ...Underscore. Jazzy mambo in the style of the spy film. Determined, urgent & tense. Congas, keyboard & latin percussion. Lead trumpet @ 1'17.
Positive, summery, emotive. Atmospheric female vocals with warm ...Positive, summery, emotive. Atmospheric female vocals with warm guitars build with determined, dramatic synth melodies through brooding verses to cool, catchy choruses. Romantic, contemporary pop with attitude.歌词
I guess I kinda like itStanding on the edgeNot going anywhereI guess I kinda like that I guess I kinda like howYou smile when you cryCan’t make up your mindI guess I kinda like that Do I stay? Do I go?You spin my life out of controlYou give me roses, I catch thorns Do I stay? Do I go?Forget your taste, try to move onBut what we’ve got when we’re alone It’s irresistible Oh oh uh-oh-oh heyOh uh-oh-oh uhOh oh uh-oh-oh heeeyIt’s irresistible [x2] Oh oh uh-oh-oh heyOh uh-oh-oh uhEvery time you pull me closeIt’s irresistible Oh oh uh-oh-oh heyOh uh-oh-oh uhSkin to skin when we’re so closeIt’s irresistible I guess I kinda like itWhen you sip from my glassWithout even askingI guess I kinda like that I guess I kinda like howYou kiss me good nightRight after a fightI guess I kinda like that Do I stay? Do I go?You spin my life out of controlYou give me roses, I catch thorns Do I stay? Do I go?Forget your taste, try to move onBut what we’ve got when we’re alone It’s irresistibleOh oh uh-oh-oh heyOh uh-oh-oh uhOh oh uh-oh-oh heeeyIt’s irresistible [x2] Oh oh uh-oh-oh heyOh uh-oh-oh uhEvery time you pull me closeIt’s irresistible Oh oh uh-oh-oh heyOh uh-oh-oh uhSkin to skin when we’re so closeIt’s irresistible Oh oh uh-oh-oh heyOh uh-oh-oh uhOh oh uh-oh-oh heeeyIt’s irresistible Oh oh uh-oh-oh heyOh uh-oh-oh uhWhat we’ve got when we’re aloneIt’s irresistible
Positive, summery, emotive. Stripped back instrumental underscore ...Positive, summery, emotive. Stripped back instrumental underscore version. Warm guitars build with determined, dramatic synth melodies through brooding verses to cool, catchy choruses. Romantic, contemporary pop with attitude.
Positive, summery, emotive. Stripped back instrumental underscore ...Positive, summery, emotive. Stripped back instrumental underscore version. Warm guitars build with determined, dramatic synth melodies through brooding verses to cool, catchy choruses. Romantic, contemporary pop with attitude.
Determined, upbeat, positive. Cool synth bass is joined by propulsive ...Determined, upbeat, positive. Cool synth bass is joined by propulsive beats and confident female vocals. Dramatic brass melodies join, building through minimal sections to big, catchy choruses. Playful pop to get you dancing.歌词
Pretty girl, pretty girl, what you got in your hairSeems these fellas all around you wanna get up in there But you got a man, got a man, and boy he treats you right So you smile and say no thank you as you walk into the night How does it feel to know a woman’s worth (Can you feel it, Say you feel it)So beautiful and a real good girl Stand back and watch them stareThey lose their mind, they lose their mindEverybody Stare One for you, three for meThese drinks they come for freeSee I’d rather have your moneyCause you won’t come home with me,No you won’t come home with me Next time around you gotta be there first (Do you want it, say you want it)5 fingers out and asking her to dance Stand back and watch them stareThey lose their mind, they lose their mindEverybody Stare Ooooh she works so hard all night and day to make her wayOoooh so when she go out she don’t care what people sayStare You can stare, Woah, Stare!!
Determined, upbeat, positive. Instrumental underscore version. Cool ...Determined, upbeat, positive. Instrumental underscore version. Cool synth bass is joined by propulsive beats. Dramatic brass melodies join, building through minimal sections to big, catchy choruses. Playful pop to get you dancing.
Upbeat, playful, cool. Confident guitar and organ melodies with ...Upbeat, playful, cool. Confident guitar and organ melodies with propulsive drums are joined by positive brass melodies, dancing basslines and energetic strummed guitars. Carefree saxophone solo leads into a celebratory final section. Funky, jazzy soul with attitude.
Upbeat, playful, cool. Confident guitar and organ melodies with ...Upbeat, playful, cool. Confident guitar and organ melodies with propulsive drums are joined by dancing basslines and energetic strummed guitars. Funky, jazzy soul with attitude. Stripped back underscore version.
Upbeat, playful, cool. Confident guitar and organ melodies with ...Upbeat, playful, cool. Confident guitar and organ melodies with propulsive drums are joined by positive brass melodies, dancing basslines and energetic strummed guitars. Funky, jazzy soul with attitude.
Italiano: A Londra sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Londra sono stato a mangiare un po’ di gnocchi. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, dei gnocchi cosi cotti, Che sembrano cemento! A Parigi sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Parigi sono stato a mangiare maccheroni. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Tre scarsi maccheroni, che del gusto solo l’ombra! Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma !Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso. A Pechino loro fanno, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Pechino loro fanno Stranissimi spaghetti. Mangiar con le bacchette, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Ma mangiar con le bacchette, c'è da diventar matto! A Miami ho ordinato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Miami ho ordinato Pesto e parmigiano. E che mi hanno portato? Mamma mia, Mamma mia, E che mi hanno portato? Ketchup e coca cola!Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.
Français: Je suis allé à Londres, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Londres manger des gnocchis.Le chef m’a servi, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Des gnocchis tellement cuits,Qu’on aurait dit du ciment. Je suis allé à Paris, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Paris manger des maccheronis.Le chef m’a servit, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Trois pauvres maccheronis, qui n’avait que l’ombre de leur goût ! Ah Mamma mia, tes pâtesAux tomates,Personne ne sait la faireAvec ta sauce aux piments.Des raviolis, des tortellinis,Et l’huile d’olive,De maman, Mamma mia, je suis au paradis A Pekin il font, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Pekin il fontD’étranges spaghettis.Manger avec les baguettes, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Mais manger avec les baguettes, c’est à devenir fou
A Miami j’ai commandé, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Miami j’ai commandé,Du pesto et du parmesan.Et qu’est-ce qu’ils m’ont apporté ?Du ketchup et du coca cola !!
English: I went to London, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to London and ate gnocchi.The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Gnocchi so overcookedYou’d have thought it was cement. I went to Paris Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to Paris and ate maccheroni, The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Three poor maccheroni, a pale shadow. Ah !Mamma mia,
your pastaWith tomatoes,No one, can make it your spicy sauceMamma’s ravioli, tortellini,And olive oilMamma mia I am in heaven In Peking they make Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Peking they make strange spaghettiTo eat with chopsticks,
Mamma mia, Mamma mia,But to eat with chopsticks is to go crazy. In Miami I ordered Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Miami I orderedPesto and parmesan.And what did they bring me?Ketchup and a Coca cola!!
Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Twist. Determined & dancing. Male voice, ...Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Twist. Determined & dancing. Male voice, alto sax, electric guitar, female back-ups & rhythm.歌词
Italiano
Tutti giorni in questa strada,
alle sette ogni mattina,
il cuor turbato ma son pronto ad aspettare, un po’ nervoso,
questa ragazza camminando,
vedo passar davanti a me,
mi sembra un angelo caduto
solo per me.
Con tua pelle d'oro,
tuoi capelli di grano, e tuoi occhi d'azzurro,
tu sei, tu sei,
Con tua pelle d'oro,
tuoi capelli d’ebano di grano, e tuoi occhi d'azzuro,
tu sei, tu sei,
oh tu sei mi-o cie-lo.
Un lunedì dal cielo grigio,
vidi una stella nel tuo sguardo,
un enigma il tuo sorriso sulle tue labbra di velluto
il cuore mi suonò il tamburo,
ma presto lo sentii spezzare,
quando capii ché questa fiamma
bruciava, ma non per me.
Français
Tous les jours dans cette rue A sept heure tous les matins Le cœur troublé mais prêt à attendre un peu nerveux Cette fille qui avance, Que je vois passer devant moi, Et qui me semble être un ange tombé du ciel Seulement pour moi
Avec ta peau dorée Tes cheveux de blé Et tes yeux bleus Tu es, tu es, Avec ta peau dorée Tes cheveux de blé Et tes yeux bleus Tu es mon ciel
Un lundi de ciel gris Je vis une étoile dans ton regard Sur tes lèvres de velours Ton sourire était une énigme Mon cœur se mit à battre Mais très vite il se brisa
Quand je compris que cette flamme Brûlait Mais pas pour moi
English
Every day in this street At seven o’clock each morning The heart troubled but ready to way a little anxiously For this girl to go by She walks in front of me And seems to me like an angel Fallen from the sky Just for me
With your skin of gold And your hair of silk And your azure eyes You are you are Oh! you are my heaven
One Monday beneath a grey sky I saw a star in your eyes On your velvet lips Your smile was an enigma My heart began to beat But was quickly broken When I realized that this flame Was burning But not for me.
ItalianoNon è un James Dean, non è Marlon Brando Nemmeno principe di favola, non è banchiere, non è pilota, ma son sicura è lui ché amo. L'ho incontrato in un bar qui vicino, una sera che mi sentivo giù. M'ha regalato, un caffè stretto E da allora non ci lasciamo più.
Se oggi canto con felicita ci-ta, E per l'amore del mio ragazzo-o-o Che mette il sole nella mia vita, con lui, con lui, mi sento in paradiso.
Lui non è alto, né snello né biondo non ha i capelli sulla fronte, ma per me lui è, di tutti il miglior, quando mi canta il suo amor Non fa mai a pugni, per fa-re il duro non ha studiato in università Ma io mi sento la più bella del mondo, quando mi porta a ballar.
Français
Ce n’est pas James Dean ni Marlon Brando Encore moins le prince de la fable Il n’est pas banquier, il n’est pas pilote Mais je suis sûre qu’il est celui que j’aime. Je l’ai rencontré dans un bar pas loin d’ici, Une nuit où je me sentais déprimée Il m’a payé un café serré Et depuis on ne s’est plus quitté.
Si aujourd’hui je chante avec joie C’est pour l’amour de mon copain Qui met du soleil dans ma vie, Avec lui, avec lui, je me sens Au paradis
Il n’est ni grand ni mince ni blond Il n’a pas un cheveu sur le front, Mais pour moi il est de tous le meilleur, Quand il me chante son amour. Il ne se bat jamais pour jouer au dur Il n’a pas étudié à l’université Mais je me sens la plus belle du monde Quand il m’emmène danser.
English
He’s no James Dean, nor Marlon Brando Even less a fairy prince No banker, nor pilot But I’m sure is the one I love. I met him in a bar not far from here One night when I was feeling down He bought me a coffee And we’ve been together ever since
If today I am so happy to sing It’s for the love of my boyfriend Who brings sunshine into my life, With him with him I am in paradise
He is neither tall nor slim nor blonde Not a hair on his forehead But for me, he is absolutely the best, When he sings his love to me. He never tries to play the tough guy He didn’t go to college But I am the most beautiful girl in the world When he takes me onto the dance floor.
Electro pop / pop song. Festive, confident & lively. Female singer, ...Electro pop / pop song. Festive, confident & lively. Female singer, synth & rhythm.歌词
GoodbyeI cryNear byYour eyes So whereDid you goYou dare I know RememberThis timeWhen we wereTogether RememberThis timeWhen we'll beOlder Are youThe oneNot toCome on We crossThe lineWe breatheAgain RememberThis timeWhen we wereTogetherRememberThis timeWhen we'll beOlder
Brooding, motivating, upbeat. A dramatic synth hit is joined by ...Brooding, motivating, upbeat. A dramatic synth hit is joined by bright, atmospheric synth melodies and suspenseful risers. Builds with propulsive house beats and contemporary vocal cuts. Steady EDM cue with electronic textures and a late-night, hypnotic vibe.
Brooding, motivating, upbeat. A dramatic synth hit is joined by ...Brooding, motivating, upbeat. A dramatic synth hit is joined by bright, atmospheric synth melodies, suspenseful risers, and propulsive house beats. Steady EDM cue with electronic textures and a late-night, hypnotic vibe.
Brooding, motivating, upbeat. Bright, atmospheric synth melodies are ...Brooding, motivating, upbeat. Bright, atmospheric synth melodies are joined by suspenseful risers, propulsive house beats and contemporary vocal cuts. Steady EDM cue with electronic textures and a late-night, hypnotic vibe.
Et c'est sur un tendre baiser que s'achève pour nous l'étéTous ensemble on s'est amusé, et pourtant j'ai envie de pleurerCes sourires sans lendemain ,sont pour moi autant de chagrinsEt c'est sur un tendre baisé que s'achève le temps d'aimerJ’aimerais tant pouvoir retenirCes moments de plaisirs. Si ce soir je ne vais pas danser, je préfère rester à tes cotésSur ma main tu poses un baiser, un de ceux qui me fait rêverGarde moi jusqu'au petit matin dans tes bras j'oublie mes chagrinsEt c'est sur un tendre baisé que pour nous s'achève l'étéJ’aimerais tant pouvoir retenirCes moments de plaisirs. Si le temps nous a rattrapés et qu’ainsi s'achève l'étéJamais je ne pourrais oublier cet espoir qui m’a fait chavirerCes sourires sans lendemain, sont pour moi autant de chagrinsEt c'est sur un tendre baisé que s'achève le temps d'aimerJ’aimerais tant pouvoir retenirCes moments de plaisirsEt c'est sur un tendre baiser que pour nous s'achève l'étéQue pour nous s'achève l'été.
English translation :
A TENDER KISS
It is with a tender kiss, that summer ends for usall together we had fun, and yet I want to crythese smiles with no future, are for me just so many sorrowsand it is with a tender kiss, that ends the time to loveI would like so much to hold on tothese moments of pleasure. if tonight I'm not going dancing, I prefer to stay by your sideon my hand you place a kiss, a kiss to make me dreamHold me in your arms until the early morning, I forget my sorrowsand it is with a tender kiss, that ends the time to loveI would like so much to hold on tothese moments of pleasure. if time has caught up with us and this is how summer endsNever could I forget the hope that bowled me overthese smiles with no future, are for me just so many sorrowsand it is with a tender kiss, that ends the time to loveI would like so much to hold on tothese moments of pleasureand it is on a tender kiss that for us ends the summer.
Song sung in French. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & ...Song sung in French. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & melancholic. Female singer, accordion, piano, banjo & clarinet.歌词
Tu n’as pas su m’aimerComme l’on doit aimerEst-ce un refrain de poète Qui t’a fait perdre la tête ?Le temps passe et pourtantMalgré moi je t’attendsEt dans Montmartre la nuit Levant les yeux je me dis : Tant que tournerontLes ailes en rond,Du Moulin de la GaletteMon cœur chantera,Comme auprès de toi,La chanson des jours de fêteQuand dans le faubourgLes yeux pleins d’amourSur moi tu posais la têteQu'elles sont joliesBrillant dans la nuitLes ailes du Paradis
Depuis ce jour mauditJe traîne dans ParisEt dans le moindre visage
Je recherche ton imageLes jours semblent si longsQu' au fil des rues sans nom Si le cafard me chahuteJe regarde vers la Butte
English translation : Moulin de La Galette You couldn’t love meLike you should Is it with the poet’s refrainThat you lost your head?Time goes by and stillI wait for you despite myselfAnd in Montmartre at nightRaising my eyes I say to myself: As long as Windmill blades of the of the Moulin de La Galette shall turnMy heart will singLike when I am near youThe song of the feast daysWhen in the faubourgEyes full of loveYou leant your head on mineHow pretty they areShining in the nightThese wings of Paradise Since this accursed dayI roam the streets of ParisAnd every faceI seek your reflectionThese days seem so longthat on street after nameless streetIf the blues takes holdI look toward la Butte (of Montmartre)
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's. Java. French dance. ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & melancholic. Clarinet, accordion, piano, banjo & strings.
Cool, contemporary, edgy. Upbeat percussion with electronic beats are ...Cool, contemporary, edgy. Upbeat percussion with electronic beats are joined by atmospheric vocal cuts, FX and bright synths. Layers of electronic textures are joined by motivating, attitude-filled female vocals. Tribal house with swagger and a beat to get you dancing.
Cool, contemporary, edgy. Upbeat percussion with electronic beats are ...Cool, contemporary, edgy. Upbeat percussion with electronic beats are joined by atmospheric vocal cuts, FX and bright synths. Layers of electronic textures are joined by motivating, attitude-filled female vocals. Tribal house with swagger and a beat to get you dancing.
Driving, motivating, atmospheric. Propulsive electronic beats with ...Driving, motivating, atmospheric. Propulsive electronic beats with playful vocal cuts and upbeat percussion. Minimal and percussive tribal house bed with attitude.
Driving, motivating, atmospheric. Propulsive electronic beats with ...Driving, motivating, atmospheric. Propulsive electronic beats with playful vocal cuts and upbeat percussion. Minimal and percussive tribal house bed with attitude.
