West Coast instrumental hip-hop in a 70s mood. Nocturnal, classy, ...West Coast instrumental hip-hop in a 70s mood. Nocturnal, classy, interrogative with a touch of mystery. Electric guitar, piano, bass & drum loop. Suggested for vintage police series & movies.
Complex bass with off-beat piano, big brass & nutty drums. Hand claps ...Complex bass with off-beat piano, big brass & nutty drums. Hand claps join. Confident & nimble. A real mover!
Complex bass with off-beat piano, big brass & nutty drums. Hand claps ...Complex bass with off-beat piano, big brass & nutty drums. Hand claps join. Confident & nimble. A real mover!
Complex bass with off-beat piano, big brass & nutty drums. Hand claps ...Complex bass with off-beat piano, big brass & nutty drums. Hand claps join. Confident & nimble. A real mover!
Complex bass with off-beat piano & nutty drums. Hand claps join. ...Complex bass with off-beat piano & nutty drums. Hand claps join. Confident & nimble. A real mover!
Bluesy, dreary & gloomy. Jazz orchestra with pizzicato strings, ...Bluesy, dreary & gloomy. Jazz orchestra with pizzicato strings, piano, muted trumpet, brass & rhythm with brushes. In the style of films noir of the 40s & 50s.
Lyrics ... Pop song sung in Italian. Passionate, romantic & poignant. Female ...Pop song sung in Italian. Passionate, romantic & poignant. Female singer, folk guitar & piano. Recommended for romance & Italian movie.
Tu dicevi troppe cose
Canzoni tinte di rose
Parole graziose
Oh baby oh baby oh
Parlava di poesie
Rose c'est la vie
Il cielo è sceso qui
Oh baby oh baby oh
Bevevo dai suoi vetri
Così grandi, così verdi e tetri
I suoi nudi celibi
Così grandi, severi e mobili
In te
Scese quindi la mia sposa
Incompresa fu la rosa
Come ogni altra cosa
Oh baby oh baby oh
Tu dicevi troppe cose
Canzoni tinte di rose
Parole graziose
Oh baby oh baby oh
Parlava di poesie
Rose c'est la vie
Il cielo è sceso qui
Oh baby oh baby oh
Bevevo dai suoi vetri
Così grandi, così verdi e tetri
I suoi nudi celibi
Così grandi, severi e mobili
In te
Scese quindi la mia sposa
Incompresa fu la rosa
Come ogni altra cosa
Oh baby oh baby oh
Retro big beat in a 60's, 70's UK sound. Intro with brass hook, ...Retro big beat in a 60's, 70's UK sound. Intro with brass hook, electric bass & wahwah guitar. Dynamic, driving & bouncy. Brass section, electric guitar & rhythm. Suggested for chase in the city & blaxploitation.
Driving, urgent & intense. Electric bass intro, wah wah guitar lead ...Driving, urgent & intense. Electric bass intro, wah wah guitar lead @ 0'35, brass & funky rhythm section. Trailer music with a 70's series touch.
Alternate without lead guitar. Driving, urgent & intense. Electric ...Alternate without lead guitar. Driving, urgent & intense. Electric bass intro, wah wah guitar, brass & funky rhythm section.
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female ...Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female singer, piano, strings & guitar.
ParisT'as l'palpitant à Notre-DameMais l'Amour c'est rue d'AmsterdamQu'on l'achète, pour des picaillons,Mêm' à c'prix là parfois c'est bon ParisT'as la tête au creux des nuagesLa Tour Eiffel et trois étagesQui scintillent quand arriv' le soirDès fois qu'tu vois tout trop en noir ParisT'as les pieds au bord de la SeineOù s'noie l’chagrin quand t’as d’la peineSous des vagues de mélancolieAu son des orgu' de Barbarie ParisT’as les esgourd' qu’ont des bouchonsA caus' de la circulationT’as plus vingt berges et dans ta voixQuand tu gamberges ça n’est plus toi
ParisT'as les poumons dans l' Bois d'VincennesDans l’Bois d'Boulogne des phénomènesQui respirent un parfum d’amour Qui ne durera pas toujours
ParisDans tes veines y a l'métro qui ramePour écouler tous les quidamsQui s'serrent les coudes au p'tit matinPour s'faufiler jusqu'au turbin ParisT’as les tripes au Quartier LatinQuand vient l’mois d’Mai et dans la mainTu tiens l'fusil ou bien l' canonA l'heur' de la Révolution ParisY a tes peintres qui t'font des couleursDes piqu'assiettes qui n'ont pas peurD'impressionner dans les salonsTime is Monet ou Valadon ParisT'as tant d'amour dans tes chansonsQu'parfois on en perd la raisonQu'on se les siffle à tout bout d'champEt parfois mêm' aux enterr'ments
English translation :
PARIS ParisYour heart is in Notre DameBut love, it’s in rue d’AmsterdamWhere you buy it for peanuts ParisYour head is nestled in the cloudsThe Eiffel Tower and its three storiesWhich sparkle as night fallsIf ever you looking on the dark side ParisYour feet on the bank of the SeineWhere sadness drowns when you’re in painUnder waves of melancholyTo the sound of the barrel organ Paris,Your ears are blockedBecause of the trafficYou’re no longer twenty and in your voiceI you think about itIt’s no longer you ParisYour lungs are in the Bois de VincennesAnd in the Bois de Boulogne these creaturesWho breeze a perfume of loveWhich will not last forever ParisIn your veins there’s the metro striving To circulate your populationCrushed together in the early morningOn their way to work ParisYour guts are in the Latin QuarterWhen the month of May comes aroundPistol in your hand or even the canonAt the hour of the Revolution ParisPainters fill you with coloursScroungers
unafraidTo make an impression in the salonsTime is Monet or Valadon ParisSo much love in your songsSometimes loosing our heads in themWhistling them at every turnAnd sometimes even at funerals
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 30's & 40's. Funny & bouncy. Male singer, piano, ...Song sung in French. 30's & 40's. Funny & bouncy. Male singer, piano, fllute & rhythm.
Les jambes des femmesSont des ciseauxElles tranchent la vieEn petits morceauxComme des becs d’oiseaux enivrésVolant au-dessus de la mer Moi j’aime avoir les pieds sur terreRacines au sol et tête en l’airPour contempler le ciel d’azurEt le spectacle de ces fruits murs Les mains des femmesDes papillonsElles parlent et jouentCaressent aussiElles sont des griffes de lionnes sauvagesTiennent la vie Et les hommes aussi Ma chère MadeleineN’est pas comme çaDe ces dix doigts M’étreint le cœurSes belles gambettesSont toujours prêtes Pour une ballade A bicyclette
English translation : Les Jambes des Femmes Ladies’s legs Are scissorsThey cut life upInto little piecesLike beaks of drunken birdsFlying over the sea
Myself, I like having my feet on the groundRooted to the soil and my head in the cloudsTo contemplate the azur skyAnd the spectacle of ripened fruits Ladies’ handsAre butterfliesThey talk and playAnd caress They are the claws of wild lionessesGripping lifeAnd, at the same time, men My dear MadeleineIs that not howThese ten fingersTighten my heartHer beautiful legsAre always
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 60's & 70's Cabaret. Mischievous & joyful. ...Song sung in French. 60's & 70's Cabaret. Mischievous & joyful. Female singer & small orchestra.
Les gens de ma sorteSont de vrais amoursSur le pas d’ leur porteIls vous disent « Bonjour ! »« Hello ! Tu viens chéri ? »« Tu seras mon homme »« Là-haut dans mon p’tit nid »« Tu pourras admirer Paris »Les gens de ma sorteOnt un p’tit béguin
Pour les gens qui portentLe « chic parisien »Pour faire des foliesUne douce ivresse :Le Paradis des petites femmes de Paris Sur les Champs-ElyséesTout près des quais de la SeineAu comptoir des cafésAux abords du Bois d’VincennesOn peut les voir passerTrès
coquettes elles se promènentMon Dieu qu’elles sont joliesMais moi j’vous l’dit : Les gens de ma sorteOnt des rendez-vousQui parfois rapportentExtrêmement beaucoupQuand dîner sur l’boul’vardD’vient une habitudeOn n ‘a plus le cafardEt les idées comme du café noirLes gens de ma sorteRêvent de bijouxQue les Dames portentAutour de leur couEt si cela finitAdieu la richesse...Je veux aller là où mon cœur me conduitAu Paradis des petites femmes de Paris
English translation : LES PETITES FEMMES DE PARIS People like meAre proper dearsOn their door stepThey say « Allo darlin’ fancy a bit?”“you’ll be my man »”Up their in my little nest”“You can admire Paris”People like me Take a fancyTo people who wear“Parisian chic”So are folliesAre bathed in sweet inebriation:The paradise of the little ladies of Paris
On the Champs ElyséesRight by the quays of the SeineIn the café barsTo the edges of the Bois de VincennesWe see them go bySo coquettish as they walkMy word how pretty they areBut I must tell you people like meHave rendez-vousWhich sometimesBring in a lot of moneyWhen we become accustomedTo dining on the boulevardWe lose the bluesAnd thoughts as black as café noir.People like me Dream of jewelsThat grand ladies wearAround their necksAnd, dream over,Farewell richness…I want to go where my heart leads meTo the paradise of the little ladies of Paris
Solitary & wandering. Accordina & accordion duet in the style of the ...Solitary & wandering. Accordina & accordion duet in the style of the French films noirs.
