Sentimental piano ballad. Romantic, nostalgic & tender. Solo piano. ...Sentimental piano ballad. Romantic, nostalgic & tender. Solo piano. Suggested for romance, piano bar & destiny.
Suspenseful, discontinuous, interrogative & insidious. Piano with ...Suspenseful, discontinuous, interrogative & insidious. Piano with delay FX & low analog synth.
Film music from the 70s. Enigmatic, nocturnal, mysterious & ...Film music from the 70s. Enigmatic, nocturnal, mysterious & intriguing, in the spirit of 70s Italian & French thrillers. Piano, bass, guitar & drums. Strings @ 0'50. Suggested for film noir.
Contemplative, sentimental, loving & gentle flamenco in a farruca ...Contemplative, sentimental, loving & gentle flamenco in a farruca aesthetic. Andalusian dance from Galicia. Solo Spanish guitar.
Nonchalant, serene & mellow but serious flamenco in a soleá ...Nonchalant, serene & mellow but serious flamenco in a soleá aesthetic. Style born in the region of Cadiz in Andalusia. Spanish Guitar played with tremoloes @ 1'55.
Letras ... 1st part jazz ballad. Sentimental & intimate shox song in late night ...1st part jazz ballad. Sentimental & intimate shox 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.
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.
French music from the 70s. Nonchalant, sophisticated, narrative & ...French music from the 70s. Nonchalant, sophisticated, narrative & relaxed. Whistling, electric guitar, ponctuated piano & lead vintage synth @0'40. Outro with Mellotron @1:20. Suggested for feel good, travel & cliche.
Letras ... Imposing, proud & swagger boom-bap sung in Spanish. My style is ...Imposing, proud & swagger boom-bap sung in Spanish. My style is better than yours. Male rap singer, male backing vocals, synth, sampling & electronic percussion.
ES:
Estamos rockeando las Nike
Con el panamera
Yo tengo un estilo spicy
Tu farandulera
A 200 no dejo huella
Por la carretera
Todos quieren ser mis copilotos
Yo hago lo que quiera
Estamos rockeando las Nike
Con el panamera
Yo tengo un estilo spicy
Tu farandulera
A 200 no dejo huella
Por la carretera
Todos quieren ser mis copilotos
Yo hago lo que quiera
Wow damn, estamos sonando el mundo
Y yo en mi casa volando a Neptuno
Sigan tirándome que oportuno
Yo tranquilito jugando al uno
De uno en uno, los voy tirando
Me la vivo tranqui, aquí generando
Me manejo en flip-flops presidencial
Silencio y letal como un samurai
Ay, que no me pueden parar
Aunque me suelen tirar Ja
Detengo el tiempo Mcfly
Nunca me vieron pasar
Ay, que no me pueden parar
Aunque me suelen tirar Ja
Detengo el tiempo Mcfly
Nunca me vieron pasar
Estamos rockeando las Nike
Con el panamera
Yo tengo un estilo spicy
Tu farandulera
A 200 no dejo huella
Por la carretera
Todos quieren ser mis copilotos
Yo hago lo que quiera
Estamos rockeando las Nike
Con el panamera
Yo tengo un estilo spicy
Tu farandulera
A 200 no dejo huella
Por la carretera
Todos quieren ser mis copilotos
Yo hago lo que quiera
Hago lo que quiera
Hoy subiéndome al mercedes
Y tal vez mañana para el panamera
Ellos creen que siempre me pasan
Solitos se engañan
Yo gano carreras
No tengo para que engañarlos
Al final de todo, todos se dan cuenta ja
Yo hago lo que quiera
Hago lo que quiera
Hoy subiéndome al mercedes
Y tal vez mañana para el panamera
Ellos creen que siempre me pasan
Solitos se engañan
Yo gano carreras
No tengo para que engañarlos
Al final de todo, todos se dan cuenta ja
Yo hago lo que quiera
Wow damn, estamos sonando el mundo
Y yo en mi casa volando a Neptuno
Sigan tirándome que oportuno
Yo tranquilito jugando al uno
De uno en uno, los voy tirando
Me la vivo tranqui, aquí generando
Me manejo en flip-flops presidencial
Silencio y letal como un samurai
Ay, que no me pueden parar
Aunque me suelen tirar Ja
Detengo el tiempo Mcfly
Nunca me vieron pasar
Ay, que no me pueden parar
Aunque me suelen tirar Ja Detengo el tiempo Mcfly
Nunca me vieron pasar
Estamos rockeando las Nike
Con el panamera
Yo tengo un estilo spicy
Tu farandulera
A 200 no dejo huella
Por la carretera
Todos quieren ser mis copilotos
Yo hago lo que quiera
Estamos rockeando las Nike
Con el panamera
Yo tengo un estilo spicy
Tu farandulera
A 200 no dejo huella
Por la carretera
Todos quieren ser mis copilotos
Yo hago lo que quiera
EN:
We're rocking the Nike
With the panamera
I have a spicy style
You're flashy
At 200 I don't leave a mark
On the road
Everybody wants to be my co-driver
I do what I want
We're rocking the Nike
With the panamera
I have a spicy style
You're flashy
At 200 I don't leave a mark
On the road
Everybody wants to be my co-driver
I do what I want
Wow damn, we're sounding in the world
And I'm at home flying to Neptune
Keep on shooting me how convenient
I'm quietly playing Uno
One at a time, I throw them away
I'm living it cool, here generating
I ride in presidential flip-flops
Silent and lethal like a samurai
Oh, they can't stop me
Although they usually shoot at me Ja
I stop time Mcfly
They never saw me go by
Oh, they can't stop me
Though they'll throw me away Ja
I stop time Mcfly
They never saw me go by
We're rocking the Nike
With the panamera
I have a spicy style
You're flashy
At 200 I don't leave a mark
On the road
Everybody wants to be my co-driver
I do what I want
We're rocking the Nike
With the panamera
I have a spicy style
You're flashy
At 200 I don't leave a mark
On the road
Everybody wants to be my co-driver
I do what I want
I do what I want
Today getting in the mercedes
And maybe tomorrow for the panamera
They think they always pass me
They're only fooling themselves
I win races
I don't have to fool them
At the end of it all, they all realize ja
I do what I want
I do what I want
Today getting in the mercedes
And maybe tomorrow for the panamera
They think they always pass me
They're only fooling themselves
I win races
I don't have to fool them
At the end of it all, they all realize ja
I do what I want
Wow damn, we're sounding in the world
And I'm at home flying to Neptune
Keep on shooting me how convenient
I'm quietly playing Uno
One at a time, I throw them away
I'm living it cool, here generating
I ride in presidential flip-flops
Silent and lethal like a samurai
Oh, they can't stop me
Although they usually shoot at me Ja
I stop time Mcfly
They never saw me go by
Oh, they can't stop me
Though they'll throw me away Ja
I stop time Mcfly
They never saw me go by
We're rocking the Nike
With the panamera
I have a spicy style
You're flashy
At 200 I don't leave a mark
On the road
Everybody wants to be my co-driver
I do what I want
We're rocking the Nike
With the panamera
I have a spicy style
You're flashy
At 200 I don't leave a mark
On the road
Everybody wants to be my co-driver
I do what I want
