"Under the bed". This euphoric song pays homage to the unmatched ..."Under the bed". This euphoric song pays homage to the unmatched happiness of life intercourse. Acoustic guitar, cimboa (Cape Verdean monochord vielle), djembe, drums, clap, male voice & female's choir.
"It's the doctor speaking". Song in praise of virility. Acoustic ..."It's the doctor speaking". Song in praise of virility. Acoustic guitar, cimboa (Cape Verdean monochord vielle), djembe, drums, clap, male voice & female's choir.
"I'm playing like a child". Acoustic guitar, cimboa (Cape Verdean ..."I'm playing like a child". Acoustic guitar, cimboa (Cape Verdean monochord vielle), djembe, drums, clap, male voice & female's choir.
Letras ... Zeybek & kirik. Violin, uçtelli (Turkish lute) & male voice.
Les routes du beau Hisar sont escarpées / Les champs ont donné les branches d’œillet mauve / Ne me brûle pas, mon Hatidje, ne me brûle pas ! / Moi, Mehmet parmi ces boîteux qui m'ont battu.
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Mon foulard rouge est resté sur la branche / Mes regards sont restés sur le chemin / Que s'effondre ce cabaret / Ah, mon ivrogne, où est-il resté ?
Hey hey, au sommet de hautes montagnes, la neige est amassée / Ne souffle pas, brise du matin, mon cœur est tout troué // Ma pauvre, vay vay, parlons, vay vay / Au loin, à l'écart retrouvons-nous, vay vay // Hey hey, au sommet des hautes montagnes, le grain battu est entassé / Auprès d'une belle, le matin vient trop tôt // Ma pauvre...
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Le train vient d'Aydin / Derrière la montagne enneigée / Le petit enfant, que sait-il d'autre / Que le goût d'une mamelle de neige ?
Letras ... Song of Ummu the Virgin. Violin, male voice & darbouka @ 9'10.
Elle a trente-deux tresses de cheveux noirs / A la surface de l'eau nage / Le voile d'Ummu la vierge / Le miroir de la vierge Ummu lui vient de sa mère // Où l'as-tu mise, mon Ummu ? Ne coule plus, torrent ! // Son joueur de davul erre parmi les roches / Son mouton et son agneau bêlent sans arrêt / A sa mère est parvenue la sombre nouvelle // Où l'as-tu mise... // Que vienne le chasseur, tuons cet aigle / Que vienne l'oiseau plongeur, trouvons la vierge Ummu / Comment nous rendre dans les villages, sans la vierge Ummu ? // Où l'as-tu mise... // Le juge est venu, la cour s'est réunie / On a lu les documents d'Ummu la vierge / Tout le voisinage a défilé devant la cour.
Letras ... Jazzy song in the style of the 30' & 40'. Sensual & old-fashionned. ...Jazzy song in the style of the 30' & 40'. Sensual & old-fashionned. Female voice. Solo saxophone @ 0'50.
I love you anyway Since the day you went away Did’nt tell me that You wouldn’t stay
I see you in my dreams I don’t know what it means But Why do I MIND If you don’t CARE
I love you anywhere On a PLANE in the air And if you stay so high MY LOVE WILL never die
I love you on the moon I love you in that tune Come an’ be fair In this love affair
Foxtrot in the style of the 30' & 40'. Small ensemble feat piano. ...Foxtrot in the style of the 30' & 40'. Small ensemble feat piano. Carefree & old-fashionned. Solo saxophone @ 0'50.
Je n’ai de rôle que par absence dans la coulée de la mémoire Que m’y déplaise en apparence, d’entre les formes la plus choisieSans que m’advienne que je devienneLa couturière de mon silence J’aurais vécuD’avoir étéPar temps pareil Boucles d’oreillesEt cheveux blonds
Aux rêves un peu plus bleu du cielQue je regarde à demeurerSi près de toi,Si près de moiSi près passé S’en passa quoiDe quoi jouerA double jeuDu jeu d’aimerA noir ou blanc ?Dans quelle main ?Ce sera qui ?Pour finir quoi ?Je prends la dame à te laisser ne pas gagnerA te laisser seule sans savoirQui te regarde, à quoi sers-tu ?Sans rester seuleAvec ni moi pour te garder ni toi pour perdre au jeu d’aimer Dans le miroirUn peu de sel sous les paupières Il me sera sans conséquencesQu’ainsi la fuite dans la mémoire Qu’à même pas, quel souvenir de lui s’effaceL’autre écritureSans l’autre signeQue de sa main l’oubli de moi sur mon épaule Ici l’amour est sans duréeDans le hasard que j’organiseNe m’accoutume, qu’il ne soit l’autreDans le mélange de mes journéesSi d’aventure j’ouvre la porteSur l’autre absence de mon partage
Letras ... Latin Pop Song. Male vocal. Lively & festive. Solo trumpet @ 2'50.
Entre dos amores Yo perdi mi corazon Entre dos amores Mi corazon
Entre dos penas Yo soy hueso tuyo Entre dos lagrimas Un trigo vacio Entre dos estacions La que oye y la que ve Entre dos posiciones Es la cana que tiembla Uno por uno,somos dos La copula loca Uno por uno,tu y yo Entre dos carinos Te clave a mis besos Entre dos ojos perdidos No puede caminar Entre dos Esperanzas Nada mas tu calor
Entre dos vidas Un agua silenciosa Uno por uno,somos dos La copula loca Uno por uno tu y yo
Entre dos amores Yo perdi mi razon Entre dos amores Mi corazon
Entre dos penas… Uno por uno …
Gracias amigos Gracias los anos Por esta libertad Bella como la vida Gracias los suenos Gracias los ninos Por esta libertad Bella como la vida
Letras ... Latin Pop Song. Male vocal & choir. Joyful & exhilariting. Solo ...Latin Pop Song. Male vocal & choir. Joyful & exhilariting. Solo trumpet @ 1'49.
Sal de la playa mi amor que yo te quiero llevar a gozar el nuevo ritmo que hace furor ponte tus zapatitos de charol que toda la noche vamos a gozar del cha-cha-cha
Te tienes que decidir porque la orquesta ya va a comenzar al son de maracas trompeta y bongo musica y dulces palabras de amor, mira y el universo va girando al compas del cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha
chara-chara-cha cha-cha-cha
chara-chara-cha
Y bailalo bonito todo meneadito con ese cuerpito aaay!
Letras ... Latin Pop Song. Male vocal & choir. Warm & sensual. Solo trumpet @ ...Latin Pop Song. Male vocal & choir. Warm & sensual. Solo trumpet @ 1'17.
Cuando te vi corazon Que hoy puedo pedir,alma mia En silencio me lego tu amor,acere
Muchas son las palabras Morena,morena Para decir las cosas Morena,morena Muchas son las palabras Morena,morena Me faltaba amor
El amor el amor que sale con la rumba Baila,baila la rumba Baila la morena,baila la rumba bail adora,baila querida
La vida,la vida sigue con Alegria Baila,baila la rumba Morena morena Muchas son las palabras,morena Para decir las cosas,morena Muchas son las palabras,morena Me faltaba amor,morena Llenaré de mi tu alma,morena Con la mirada en alto,morena Llénaré de ti mi alma,morena Me faltaba amor
La vida sigue con Alegria Baila,baila la rumba El amor,el amor que sale con la rumba
Palabras de amor Llenaré de ti mi alma,morena Cuando ceso la lluvia,morena Con la mirada en alto,morena Pronto ceso la lluvia Palabras de amor Morena,morena Pronto ceso la lluvia
Letras ... Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the 90's. Male vocal. ...Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the 90's. Male vocal. BPM 87.
CHECK 1-2 Lyrics by Mattic Beat by Mr.Gib
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady
(2nd Verse) I never seen nobody like you Your the one that I choose from your, head to your toes from your cap to your shoes, I figure…
With a woman like this I can't lose Two's for most men set with rules. The do's and don't Have not's I been shot, by a angel with a cannon how'd the phantom get caught?
Like handcuffs on the waist of a cop I'm i arrested? Cause good women are hard to find lucky me has invested like money in Wahcovia Love Being all over ya.
You can't tell is the mission failed? Pitching pennies to the bottom of wells till I excel Let's get up on a cruise boat floating without a sail. So that me and you can gel in heaven and hell swell.
You hit it on the nail and your body got cherry smell. She loving my clientele Queen we rock well and straighten up the frame like muscles on Mele Mel.
I'm not a MC who talking all that junk about who can beat who sound like ah punk I just get down and I go for mines and say check one two and walk down the line It's so much baby yea give it sometime and say check one two and walk the thin line My lady loving me true to mankind and say check one two, she more then a dime say what? She more then a dime Say what? She more then a dime
(Chorus) Check one two And walk down the line (Repeat) Check one two There is a thin line (Repeat)
I been in my car driving miles ad miles Thinking bout your eyes and the way your face smiles
Yo I been in my house walking room to room night to afternoon and this is what i consume Your sweet perfume, sit under a full moon, Feeling beams catching photograph views of every seen. A dream, it seems that's what i walked into Self denial is destructive when alone with you.
Seize every opportunity, I check one two I don't worry about no dudes really fucking with you. If I was working at the club you would not pay, but we to old for that i got something to say. I take it back like Dilla, my whole being is cool So look at me and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady Come here baby
Letras ... Old School Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 91.
False Kats
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
(chorus) False Kats The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Coming some where in this world were most kats can not see The maker of the music playing on your cd The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy While walking off the stage I know some kats that ain't liking me.
Calling out my name with that false in they game bullshitting with the talk posing vibes like lames Dames, they acting like they bleeding and they like it that way. It ain't no disrespect I just know what I say.
Come on dog before I put heat on you like Hubie rays We man about this shit why you acting all gay ? Most people they can hear me from the south to the bay. You just started your beats step the fuck out my way.
What moves are you really making ? None at all false kats making music and it sounds appal. So fuck y'all
I could talking bout you man. Your style stinks from your beats and lyrics and, we slap five, but top gate you not my man's Your epidemic smaller then a grain of sand. It's like trying cook rocks in frying pans with no kick up in your product I can't feel it and…
You big sissy, in this game you have no history So fall ….. Back ! All I see is false kats B All I see is false kats B All I see is those false kats standing in my face.
(chorus) You False What's up homie ? Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ? What you drinking on ? Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
You False What's up homie ? Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ? What you drinking on ? Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
False kats The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Letras ... Traditional blues. Male vocal, acoustic 6 & 12 string guitar.
You keep on looking,
you look to your right You look to the left, there's always a fight I tried to look up,
but the sky wasn't clear To hell with it all, I'm going and drink me some beer
Don't you know ,got these old searching blues Don't know which way to turn, just to find my way back to you
I walked down the street, to find an old friend Made a wrong turn,had to come back again I went to find my lady, in front of her door She said "Who are you?" cause you don't live here no more
Don't you know,got these old searching blues Don't know which way to turn,just to find my way back to you
TRADUCTION :
Tu cherches, à droite, à gauche, tout n'est que lutte J'ai levé la tête, même le ciel était sombre Au diable tout ça, je vais me boire une bière
Tu sais, je cherche et j'ai le Blues Je ne sais pas par où aller, retrouver le chemin qui mène à toi
Je marche dans les rues pour retrouver un ami, Je me suis trompé, je retourne sur mes pas J'ai retrouvé ma copine sur le pas de sa porte Qui me dit "t'es qui ? car tu n'es pas d'ici
