Letras ... Funk music in a 80's, 90's style. Catchy funky guitar intro. Driving, ...Funk music in a 80's, 90's style. Catchy funky guitar intro. Driving, playful & groovy. Break @ 1'40. Male singer, electric guitar, electric piano, synth, rhythm & claps.
I FEEL LOVE When i met you i will never understand
why did i rush to you and take your hand
I felt this attraction was too strong
I couldn’t resist and i don’t think i was wrong
That’s why i came to you houla la
That’s why i talk to you houla la
I want flirt with you houla la
Please listen to me now houla la
Give me your love , your time or something babe
i wanna do my life with you
i will go and win the moon for you
and even pray to god for you
Whatever you want i promess i will do
REFRAIN
What did you do to me I feel love
do you feel the same thing? I feel love
You put a spell on me I feel love
i feel love i feel love
I think it’s time to get closer now
don’t worry babe i will guide you and i know how
the sweat of your body is driving me so crazy
and the taste of your lips make me forget everything
this temptation is too strong we need to make love now
REFRAIN
What did you do to me I feel love
do you feel the same thing? I feel love
did you put a spell on me ? I feel love
i feel love i feel love
Letras ... Funk song in a 90's, 00's style. Happy, bouncy, upbeat & unifying. ...Funk song in a 90's, 00's style. Happy, bouncy, upbeat & unifying. Singer, funky synth, rhythm & snaps. Suggested for party & celebration. Clubbing.
FUNKY MUSIC IS ALIVE
That’s the rhythm I’m Talking bout,
Even at the end of the night
You’re my reason to get on fire
Even when I feel down,
I know you through some vinyl songs
waiting for a sign of your mind
Guess it’s true, I’m a fool for you
No one’s ever get me so high
I don’t care where you’ve gone For me
Funky Music is alive
Just the way that it sounds So sweet
Funky Music is alive
I don’t care where you’ve gone So free
Funky Music is alive
A shining star’s burning so bright
Funky Music is alive
Some say that music die
When we forget what it was .
It couldn’t be a real goodbye
As long as you still rocking my life.
I know you through some vinyl songs
Dancing with your vibes in my mind
guess it’s true I’lm a fool for you
No one’s ever get me so high
I don’t care where you’ve gone For me
Funky Music is alive
Just the way that it sounds So sweet
Funky Music is alive
don’t care where you’ve gone So free
Funky Music is alive
A shining star’s burning so bright
Funky Music is alive
Alternate without percussion. Tack piano (bastringue) intro evolving ...Alternate without percussion. Tack piano (bastringue) intro evolving to anguish textures. Creepy & freaky. Terrifying & weird @ 1'00 with stressful soundscape. Heavy & scary waltz @ 1'25 until build-up & back-end. Funny scary trailer music suggested for horror movie, eerie fairground scene & grotesque monsters.
Letras ... Exotic, danceable with attitude & a touch of mystery. Exotica. ...Exotic, danceable with attitude & a touch of mystery. Exotica. Colombian cumbia mixed with electronic elements, sung in Spanish. Female voice @ 0'49, synths, Latin & electronic percussion.
Esto es lo que suena la cumbia se pega
Esto es lo que suena
Paso suavecito se alza la tierra
Mueve la pollera
Esto es lo que suena la cumbia se pega
Esto es lo que suena
Paso suavecito levanta la arena
Mueve la cadera
Esto es lo que rueda, la cumbia se pega
símbolo cimarrón, resistencia
Te coge te sube te amarra y te empuja
A bailar en las noches de luna
Esto es lo que suena
Esto es lo que suena
Esto es lo que suena
pura resistencia
Y siente de la guacharaca al bembé
Siente de la guacharaca al bembé
Otra vez !
Esto es lo que suena la cumbia se pega
Esto es lo que suena
Paso suavecito se alza la tierra
Mueve la pollera
Esto es lo que suena la cumbia se pega
Esto es lo que suena
Paso suavecito levanta la arena
Mueve la cadera
Letras ... French song. Pop song / neo retro. Uplifting, driving & confident. ...French song. Pop song / neo retro. Uplifting, driving & confident. Female singer, piano, electric guitar & rhythm.
J’ai grandi seule, loin de toi, sans père sans reprocheJ’ai poussé droit, sans tuteur, ignorant mes racines J’ai plié sans céder, le cœur pris dans la roche Plantée comme cette épée attendant un signe
Je voudrais te dire que je t’aime J’aurais dû crier ton absence J’aurais pu verser dans la haine ou l’indifférence. Quand ma mère gardait le silence Sur ton nom, ton existence même Elle protégeait mon innocence Cette promesse lointaine
Elle n’a gardé qu’une photo comme preuve du passé Qu’elle n’a jamais exhumé comme tu l’avais souhaité Je sais maintenant d’où je viens, où te retrouver
Je voudrais te dire que je t’aime J’aurais dû crier ton absence J’aurais pu verser dans la haine ou indifference. Je ne comprenais pas sa gène Pourquoi elle gardait le silence Sur ton nom et ton requiem Pourquoi cette distance Je voudrais te dire que je t’aime J’aurais dû crier ton absence J’aurais pu verser dans la haine ou indifference. Je ne comprenais pas sa gène Pourquoi elle gardait le silence Sur ton nom et ton requiem Pourquoi cette distance Je partirai comme toi dans cette caravane folle Contempler avec toi ces trésors espagnols… English translation : I WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU
I grew up alone, far from you, without a father, without reproach I grew up straight, without a guardian, ignorant of my roots I accepted without giving in, my heart caught in the rock Planted like this sword waiting for a sign
I would like to tell you that I love you I should have yelled your absence I could have slipped into hatred or indifference. When my mother kept quiet
About your name, your very existence She was protecting my innocence This distant promise
She only kept a photo as proof of the past That she never exhumed as you wanted I now know where I come from, where to find you
I would like to tell you that I love you I should have yelled your absence I could have slipped into hatred or indifference. I could not understand her problem Why she kept quiet About your name and your requiem Why this distance
I would like to tell you that I love you I should have yelled your absence I could have slipped into hatred or indifference
I could not understand her problem Why she kept quiet About your name and your requiem Why this distance
I'll go away like you on this crazy caravan Contemplate with you these Spanish treasures ...
Letras ... Song sung in French from Aristide Bruant. End of the 19th century. ...Song sung in French from Aristide Bruant. End of the 19th century. Dramatic & moving. Female voice & accordion.
Quand elle était p'tite
Le soir elle allait
À Sainte-Marguerite
Où qu'a s'dessalait
Maint'nant qu'elle est grande
Elle marche, le soir,
Avec ceux d'la bande
À la Bastille on aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
Elle est si bonne et si gentille!
On aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
À la Bastille. Elle a la peau douce
Aux taches de son
À l'odeur de rousse
Qui donne un frissonEt de sa prunelle Aux tons vert-de-gris
L'amour étincelle
Dans ses yeux d'souris. À la Bastille on aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
Elle est si bonne et si gentille!
On aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
À la Bastille.
Quand le soleil brille
Dans ses cheveux roux
L'génie d'la Bastille
Lui fait les yeux doux
Et quand a s'promène
Du bout d'l'Arsenal
Tout l'quartier s'amène
Au coin du Canal. À la Bastille on aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
Elle est si bonne et si gentille!
On aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
À la Bastille.
Mais celui qu'elle aime
Qu'elle a dans la peau
C'est Bibi-la-Crème
Parc' qu'il est costaudParc' que c'est un homme
Qui n'a pas l'foie blanc
Aussi faut voir comme
Nini l'a dans l'sang. À la Bastille on aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
Elle est si bonne et si gentille!
On aime bien
Nini Peau d'chien
À la Bastille.
English translation : NINI PEAU DE CHIEN When she was littleIn the evening she would goTo Saint MargueriteTo unwindNow she is biggerIn the evening she goes walkingWith the little bandOf Richard-Lenoir At the Bastille we like herNini Peau d’ChienShe is so nice, so kindWe likeNini Peau d’ChienAt the Bastille She has soft skinWith frecklesAnd a red hair fragranceTo make you shiverAnd from her green-grey pupilsLove’s sparklesIn her young girl’s eyes When the sun is shiningIn her red hairLe Génie de la BastilleMakes eyes at herAnd when she walksFrom the end of the ArsenalThe Whole neighbourhood arrivesAt the corner of the Canal. But the one she lovesWho gets under her skinIs Bibi-la-CrèmeBecause he is a tough guy Because he is a manWho’s not lily liveredWords can’t sayHow deep in her heart he’s become
Instrumental version, no voice. France. End of the 19th century. ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. End of the 19th century. Nostalgic & determined. Solo accordion.
From "Deck The Halls" / "FaLaLaLaLa". Crystalline break @ 1'10. ...From "Deck The Halls" / "FaLaLaLaLa". Crystalline break @ 1'10. Magical, explosive & percussive. Metal band with cinematic orchestra.
