Text ... Samba gafieira. Lyrics based on the candomble ritual. Male vocal, ...Samba gafieira. Lyrics based on the candomble ritual. Male vocal, guitar & soprano sax.
Text ... Spanish song. Decided & dance. Acoustic guitar, drum, synth & male ...Spanish song. Decided & dance. Acoustic guitar, drum, synth & male voice.
Ven, échate a mi lado y descubramos el amor aquí los dosQue yo ya no puedo parar esta avalancha de calorY aunque me falten las palabras y me sobre el dolorQuiero que sepas que aquí te doy todo lo que me ha dado DiosVen, enséñame un mundo que muchos no quieren verLlévame hasta el cielo y por favor no me dejes caerQue estas alas cargan años de sudorY este corazón no tiene paciencia, ni tiempo pa’ perder Ay, ay, amorSi supieras cuánto te he esperadoSi supieras cuánto me costó crecerY si me hubieras visto el día que me tocó nacerEl día que me tocó nacerVen, échate a mi lado y destapemos las heridas bajo el solMirémonos cara a cara, frente a frente y sin temorY es que es más fácil condenar que tratar de entenderQue esta vals es para todos y hay que saber bailarlo bien Ay, ay, amorSi supieras cuánto te he esperadoSi supieras cuánto me costó crecerY si me hubieras visto el día que me tocó nacerEl día que me tocó nacerA ver, a verY cuando pienso en time siento en casaY cuando estás aquíno importa nadaSi te siento lejoste sueñocon ilusión y desenfrenoY cuando me tocassoy plenode lado a lado y cuerpo enteroY cuando me mirasyo entiendoque sin ti yo vivir no puedoVen, amor.Ven amor y sáname.Ay, ay, heyVen, amor, amorVen amor y sáname.
FR:
Si tu m'avais vu au moment où j'ai vu le jourViens, allonge toi à mes côtés, et découvrons l'amour ici à deuxJe ne peux déjà plus arrêter cette avalanche de chaleurEt bien que les paroles me manquent et qu'il me reste la douleurJe veux que tu saches qu'ici, je te donne tout ce que m'a donné Dieu Viens, apprend moi un monde que beaucoup ne veulent pas voirEmmène moi jusqu'au ciel y s'il te plaît, ne me laisse pas tomberQue ces ailes portent des années de sueurEt ce cœur n'a pas de patience, ni de temps à perdre Ay, ay, mon amourSi tu savais combien je t'ai attenduSi tu savais combien ça m'a couté de croireEt si tu m'avais vu au moment où j'ai vu le jourQuand j'ai vu le jour Viens, allonge toi à mes côtés, et ouvrons nos blessures sur le solRegardons nous tête à tête, face à face y sans crainteEt c'est que c'est plus facile de condamner qu d'essayer de comprendreQue cette valse est pour tous y qu'il faut bien savoir la danser Ay, ay, mon amourSi tu savais combien je t'ai attenduSi tu savais combien ça m'a couté de croireEt si tu m'avais vu au moment où j'ai vu le jourQuand j'ai vu le jour Allez, allezEt quand je pense à toiJe me sens à la maisonEt quand tu es iciRien ne compteSi je te sens loinJe rêve de toiAvec illusion et frénésie Et quant tu me toucheJe suis entierD'un bout à l'autreEt le corps entierEt quand tu me regardesJe comprendsQue sans toi, vivre je ne le peux pas Viens amour, y guéri moiAy, ay, heyViens, amour, amourViens amour, y guéri moi
Text ... Festejo. Song. Joyful & danceable. Male voice, electric guitar & ...Festejo. Song. Joyful & danceable. Male voice, electric guitar & percussions.
Titulo: No Solo Porque Le Gusta
Le gusta el lambo...
Y revuelve la pollera Y yo con la lengua fuera Tan solo porque le gusta Y a mi solo me disfruta Dile que solo me asusta Cuando baila ella me gusta Yo solo soy cajoneiro Y en el mundo entero Y yo aqui transpirando
Y a mi me gusta el lambo, eso me gusta ya A mi me gusta el lambo, el lambo me gusta...
(Rompa todo, negro, peru)
A ella le gusta el lambo No solo porque le gusta, el lambo le gusta Porque le gusta A ella le gusta el lambo
Ella mueve la cadera Este fue la madera Y lo baile a su manera Aqui hay ninguna fea En el grito zapatea Cada negro en su cajon...
A ella le gusta el lambo Yo solo quiere festejo Solo le doy festejo
Traduction :
Pas seulement parce qu'elle aime
Elle aime le "lambo"
Et elle retourne sa jupe Et avec la langue en dehors Elle aime tellement ça Moi ça m'amuse Dis lui que ça me fait peur Quand elle danse, ça me plaît Moi je ne suis qu'un joueur de cajon Et de tout le monde entier Je transpire ici pour elle
Moi j'aime le "lambo", ça me plaît... Elle aime le "lambo", ça lui plaît...
Elle bouge les hanches Et elle le danse à sa manière Ici il n'y a aucune moche Et les crient claquent
Elle aime le "lambo", ça lui plaît, Je ne veux que des festivités, Je ne lui donne que des festivités
Text ... Accentuated & determined. Male voices & electronics.
10000 miles away from my colleagues,I wish i could be wild but i remain completely shy:The pyramids of calls, the docility bay, I'm not sure i know how to fly away. And now the wind blows a papaya smell,I feel the precious pearl of pleasure stays stuck in a shell.My wishes are modest, but i'm not even sure What to expect from such a nice heavenly nest. My vocabulary is sadly thinI'm scared to make any move you could perceive as a dashCan i take a picture ? i don't want you to thinkI'm gonna steal your soul in a single flash A smoky place, a little bit scaryA bunch of troubles soon if they keep on staring at meI have to give a call,It's too hot, don't you think ?Has anyone dropped something in my drink ? 10000 miles away from fatherhood,I wish my inner devil would wake up, therefore i couldPut my hands on their hips,And all the kinds of lipsWould be welcome to taste my cute earlobes Why are you girls wearing a number ?Promiscuity embarasses me, we are still strangers.I'm sorry, but i can't, without knowing a bit About your dad, your life or favorite singer. And when i will be back where i belong,I know bitter regrets will make my days seem very long:Looking at the pictures of all the things i saw,Nothing but myself will appear and soI'll be alone,Will be the oneThat no coco surrounds
Text ... Latin Pop Song. Male vocal & choir. Solo violin @ 1'40 & trumpet @ ...Latin Pop Song. Male vocal & choir. Solo violin @ 1'40 & trumpet @ 2'02.
LA VIDA, Pascal Morel
Nada mas
Una vez mas amor La vida suena lo quita Si me apartas tu vida yo moriré Tu mano fue volando de mis besos al noche En mi todo ese fuego se repite
Nada mas Oh la la la la la, la vida Oh la la la la la, nada mas...
Yo me perdi de noche En la sombra del desierto Porque la vida pega como lagrimas El dolor sube y baja como une sueño cansado Nadie recogera mi corazon de llanto
Oh la la la la la, la vida Oh la la la la la, nada mas...
Traduction
Rien de plus
Une fois de plus mon amour La vie sonne et sépare Si tu m'éloignes de ta vie, je mourrai Ta main volait entre mes baisers la nuit En moi ce feu se répète
Rien de plus Oh la la la la la, la vie Oh la la la la la, rien de plus...
Je me suis perdu cette nuit Dans l'ombre du désert Car la vie frappe comme des larmes La douleur monte et descend comme un rêve fatigué Personne ne récupèrera mon cœur en pleurs
Oh la la la la la, la vie Oh la la la la la, rien de plus...
Text ... Bewitching & native Hip-hop. Male vocal & ethnic percussion. BPM 100.
10 seconds
Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'
(Chorus) 6 seconds 5 seconds 4 seconds Mr. Mat your on 3 seconds 2 seconds 1 second Mr. Mat your on
It's like heat from the sunlight, I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to So What it do ? Relay the verses right back to you so you act a fool The up with cool, down with school.
Has a list of line of waiters full of haters some rock timberland, some rock with gators Some all natural, but still get their power pulled Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule. Duel with this expertise mic handle, out of order generating dudes be lighting candles. Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark, I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.
So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it They after you Only seconds Mattic's after you Only seconds Mattic's after you It takes seconds Mattic's after you To make a track Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you
That's the way of the world Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more This is classic encounters Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes. And out of shape fat people other words obesity. To get along with everyone, no you history. You shitting me or can you just not see ? In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.
The originality, exalted and compassionate The expediter Restored to mentor When I the television on I witness all the gluttony. But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the, focus of my sanity, body and soul love and weather, fall apart and build back together. My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words, I love you At all cost My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ? Yo check it out now, witness the floss because, I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…
(chorus) 10 seconds 9 seconds 8 seconds Mr. Mat your on 7 seconds 6 seconds 5 seconds Mr. Mat your on 4 seconds 3 seconds 2 seconds Mr. Mat your on 1 second 1 second No seconds Mr. Mat your on
Text ... Hip-hop. Male vocal. Detroit style. BPM 98.
Everybody Wants
Lyrics by Mattic Madwreck, F.P. & Beat by Oogo
(chorus) La la la Lalalalalala La la la Lalalalalala La la la la
(Mattic's Part)
I want her in the worst way but first let me talk about her Describe the madam, cause it hit me like what's happen Walking in Le Havre She's the one I Got to have Juggling with my words Hoping that my poking cause a stabbing
Her frame, jabbing to my face open the case and see the best imprint of star elegance Relax, let me tell you something bout yourself Pass over like a passport the password is wealth.
Rich a man would be if he seen you on the regular Up inside his head, got my thoughts perpendicular Endless to your beauty cause the eyes will never lie That's a quote from the Wreckester Your shine can't hide.
(chorus)
Girl you got me singing all night long Girl you got me sanging this same song Girl you got me singing all night long Girl you got me sanging this same song
La la la That's what I want Lalalalalala La la la Lalalalalala That's what I want La la la la Get nasty with it
Text ... 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
Text ... Hip-hop. Wonky music. Video games fx. Male vocal. BPM 92.
GHOST MUSIC Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P Beat by Chomsky
(Chorus) Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music
Hey it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music
The like… Ah hell now did I miss it? before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated. I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.
Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule My medulla's like pole vaulter's A high choose Your best tracks, friend can help. In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.
And the crowd the only clap cause they don't want no playback. A universal word describes you as whack. While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger. The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.
Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal. Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will. Death Certificate host, America's most.
Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage. The stage or the living room I abuse it Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands Energy my man let me help you understand
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha They think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha they think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you When they watch ya
Music pause people (repeat) Music make's think (repeat) Music make'em think Man you got make them think!!
