Text ... "A small boy was running". Short song. A cappella female voice.
Un petit garçon a couru / Un petit garçon a couru / Sur le mont Lia / Il courait en pleurant / Il y avait de la pluie et du vent / Et il courait après son chapeau.
"Tchani, why?". About Tchani, an appaling crook who takes advantage ..."Tchani, why?". About Tchani, an appaling crook who takes advantage of his power to abuse starving perople. Acoustic guitar, cimboa (Cape Verdean monochord vielle), djembe, drums, clap, male voice & female's choir.
This song reflects a strong concern about the short-term future of ...This song reflects a strong concern about the short-term future of Cape Verde. Acoustic guitar, cimboa (Cape Verdean monochord vielle), djembe, drums, clap, male voice & female's choir.
"Agrarian reform". This song pays homage to the memory of Amilcar ..."Agrarian reform". This song pays homage to the memory of Amilcar Cabral, the theorician of Cape Verde's liberation. Acoustic guitar, cimboa (Cape Verdean monochord vielle), djembe, drums, clap, male voice & female's choir.
How could I find the hollow through the water?How to find the path?Walking on through the buried flowerAnd the grass ?We can’t see the ground. How to see, to cross the stream ?The border disappearHow to see the river in the liquid blur ?All the features are erased. Let’s through there some paperboatTo mark out the wayLet’s mark contour in our reportWith always opened eyesWe can’t see the ground. Let’s walk in this desert of dropsTo mark out the wayLet us create our own view and test sunglowAll the line are released
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 ... Ska. Song. Insistant with a touch of nostalgy. Horns & rhythm. Tenor ...Ska. Song. Insistant with a touch of nostalgy. Horns & rhythm. Tenor sax solo @ 1'42.
I runaway yeah runaway coz I don't like de game you play I runaway tryin' to find another way I runaway yeah runaway you made of iron and I made of clay I runaway Jackie go your own way!
I don't know what to say when I see Jackie play, I don't know what to say Oh Jackie you're no good, yes I'd go if I could I'd kill you if I could!
I runaway yeah runaway Jackie it's more dan I can pay I runaway you broke my heart dat day! I runaway yeah runaway there'll be no more us nor we I runaway Jackie why you did dat to me?
I runaway yeah runaway now you're just a memory I runaway but di virus 's still in me!
I don't know what to say when I see Jackie play, I don't know what to say I fell fe all your tricks just like a ton of bricks I fell fe all your tricks!!
Text ... Ska featuring toasted vocal. Lively & positive. Horns & rhythm. ...Ska featuring toasted vocal. Lively & positive. Horns & rhythm. Trumpet & tenor sax solo @ 2'11.
Mi come wid Garlic to drop some lyrics an fi play some tricks we optimistic got big lickin stick call us atomic bionic ironic electric mi teach Lord Comic!
So me di group and mi troop gonna try to move your feet to dis old swingin' beat! mi got home afta de party tuesdee nite 1.30 mi found di doctor like a dog inna heat and mi darlin' talkin' sweet: "flip mi ova and bone mi doctor, push wood inna di fiya!"
Doctor! where's you manners? you no mo' mi fella so mi ran to mi gun an' shoot dem dung inna di cella!!
darlin' darlin never mi wid you roses are red and violets are blue darlin darlin mi no bagaboo darlin mi nah clean your shoe darlin darlin don't play dis song cya mi come first and you second 38 or 45 whatever di size and bye bye bye!
a likkle afta comin' from afar a rumble in di yard growin loud and loud mi run a di door mi open di door good gracious a yellow ting like a flyin' scooter mi decide fi meself to hopon and tell di driver "quick bredda quick black maria afta I!" but you know him turn to mi whatchaman di one and only Garlic Hooper! you know di trumpeter!!
funny lyrics and music is all I bring inna mi tree piece suit and ting! rememba me once inna di klubah made you sing and swing wid mi old darlin' ting! all ah got fi dat: 3 long years inna custody inna jail called "mercury" me keepa was a portugee him treated mi like a santapee and him lied like a pharisee but ah ain't got no fear di allmighty guide I down there I man smarter Skalipsoul is di highway robba I back on earth wid 15000 dollas!
Text ... Calypso song. Carefree & joyful. Marimba & rhythm. Solo organ @ 1'33. ...Calypso song. Carefree & joyful. Marimba & rhythm. Solo organ @ 1'33. (Jamaica)
I lef mi mooma and A lef mi papa inna Sokodé I lef mi bredda and a lef mi sista fi di land of plenty I ran to di river di Kara river and A wash mi body deh I asked sweet Dora from Bassila "Gimme Illa glacé"
I'm from far lalalalala ah selema tumbé mama selema selema selema selema selema tumbe I am from far meyi afemé!
Ah miss mi fufu mi bredda Fofo and mi can o' Milo Samsamé Mango Bafilo Aneho di pickney sey "yovo!" ah miss Fafavi, princess Mawussi, Karin o memba me... nights in Togoville and days pon de hill, evryting cook and curry!
ah lef mi mooma and ah miss mi papa, mi hometown Sokodé ah lef mi bredda dear ol' sista oh carry mi deh run tell di river di Kara river I know mi go die deh mi cowry shell choker, I man joker, bro Yema pray for me
yes mi crown fell on di ground mi son but now I know I understand dat what goes up one day will come dung king one day begger next morn'...
life is no long quiet river/burn your soul like fiya! some say life is quiet river/who sey so is liar! life is such a long way to go/words bun dung like fiya!x2
yes mi crown fell on di ground mi son but now I know I understand dat what goes up one day will come dung king one day begger next morn'...
