Text ... Nocturnal & sensual. Progression. Fender Rhodes, strings, male ...Nocturnal & sensual. Progression. Fender Rhodes, strings, male singer, brass @ 1'25 & rhythm.
the race is on the race is on will we ever find a way to peaceful days,now war is on All funds and credits releasedAll funds and credits releasedAll funds releasedAnd process is running so fast Arm race is onThe arm race is on
Text ... Urban & classy. Fender Rhodes, male singer, electric guitar & rhythm. ...Urban & classy. Fender Rhodes, male singer, electric guitar & rhythm. Piano solo @ 1'33 and electric guitar solo @ 4'06.
they call me the sandmansleep well sleep wellwhen I am around
I saidthey call me the sandmansleep well sleep wellwhen I am around
they call me the sandmansleep well sleep wellwhen I am around
they call me the sandmansleep well sleep wellwhen I am around
Urban & classy. Fender Rhodes, electric guitar & rhythm. Piano solo @ ...Urban & classy. Fender Rhodes, electric guitar & rhythm. Piano solo @ 1'33 and electric guitar solo @ 4'06.
Text ... Electro pop. Chic & sensual. Synths, electric guitar, female and male ...Electro pop. Chic & sensual. Synths, electric guitar, female and male singers & rhythm.
It’s like a dream an illusionA wonderfull story you can’t remindYou’re the kind who don’t believe in the futureI am the one who’s stuck in the past It’s a different view from a different pointFeelings you won’t let InsideI am here for you but you’re not ready for TwoStanding behind waiting a sign Chained heart chainedAnd we will be heart chainedIs it all we need to live together in a wayAfter all we’ve crossed we need to rest an be safe It doesn’t matter to me if you don’t follow the StreamWind blows and shapes a new waveI am here with you as long as you want toGuiding your steps along this way
Text ... Electro pop. Lively & happy. Synths, male singer, electric guitar & ...Electro pop. Lively & happy. Synths, male singer, electric guitar & rhythm.
Was It planned for today or never been expectedWas it a waste of time or the start of a gameWas it mean or too fun to be repeatedWell it’s always the same when you’re looking at me We know we’ve started something we didn’t get the endIs it light or too heavy to be carriedIf it happened Would you let it happenAre you too straight are you too scared If it happened Would you let it happenIt’s on the way you’ll have to sayWould it change anything between us if we do it againWould it make any difference for you if we dive in again Take a chance at a glance and assume to be defeatedOne step in doesn’t mean you’re Inside till the very last day
Text ... Indie rock. Determined but with a touch of nostalgia. Electric ...Indie rock. Determined but with a touch of nostalgia. Electric guitar, male singer & rhythm.
and will my lips get coldkeeping the words untold ?the only sound around :a crack of dry leaves on the groundI always start too latewe only have to waitand they all lead to somewhere turning out the lightsI’m looking for a signI was so wrongchoose another gameI’m burning in the flameand it’s too long another burning houseI saw it in your eyeswe only have to waitand still the moment has to comein between sun and shadedon’t leave me burning in the flameand they all lead to somewhere turning out the lightsI’m looking for a signI was so wrongchoose another gameI’m burning in the flameand it’s too longgive up for love and I could burn by self-ignitionwhy is our love so strange ?we could be lost by disconnectionwhy do you want to seem so strong ? everyone alonelost in echotogether in a crowded placenow ready for a changehold your weaponI wouldn’t get so close to flameseveryone alonelost in echoall alone in a crowded placebut now I’m lost and I’ve nothing else to saybut choose the right game
Text ... Indie pop. Dreamy & sensual. Synths, female singer & rhythm. Fx ...Indie pop. Dreamy & sensual. Synths, female singer & rhythm. Fx reverse.
I don't know what he does to impress mehe puts his hands on meand it's always killing me I don't know what he tries to do with mehe sings a song to meand it's always killing me I know i'm all wrong therefor nothing comparesmy precious libertyso please get away from me Oh oh, we could meet in a parkthen we'll do any-anything you liketurn the black into an amazing whiteand then i'll tell you that i love you
I don't know how he hypnothises mehe puts his hands on meand it's always killing me I know i'm all wrong therefor nothing comparesmy precious libertyso please get away from me Oh oh little man you look likeyou won't forget to meet me in the parkbut just in case you never come backi want to mention that i love you
Text ... Electro pop. Urgent & lively. Synths, electric guitar, male singer & ...Electro pop. Urgent & lively. Synths, electric guitar, male singer & rhythm.
Join us in the queueThere’s a party in the place tonightGet some friends with youI want to see all of them by my side Take some bottles tooAin’t gone fall down high and dryLoad yourself anewAnd don’t forget to leave us some aside Everytime, Everywhere, Everyone is the sameEverytime everyone is trying to find someoneSometime when, somewhere else, someone like no one elseAnyway everyone will never find anyone Come as you want toNo one will tell you how cool you areEven you’re not in the moodI promise we all gone make it alright Everytime, Everywhere, Everyone is the sameEverytime everyone is trying to find someoneSometime when, somewhere else, someone like no one elseAnyway everyone will never find anyone Is there anything else to do tonight in the city ?Is there anyone to see after this party ?
Text ... Rap. Heavy & cut. Electronics, MC's & rhythm.
Heard this one whispered through the cracks in the xylophoneOlfactory sensation is of coffee and the styrofoamAs for battle raps and who's the dopestLearned to take it lightly like my mother's jew neurosisPrognosis was never be the baron of this rap shitBut you know what they say, let them wear it if the cap fitIm rocking mine with pride and style it upSlightly angled to the side, crunk, wilding on the cutScratch an accapella like a lottery ticketDug some Donald Byrd out the crate, flipped itLove to make her shake and taste her lipstickThe way she flakes the brisket, it really takes the biscuitWhen I rips it, like a Jedi knight with the force in meWalk the fine line between debauchery and sorceryMicrophone magician, construct an algorithm with precisionRhyming Wittgensteinian logician on a missionWishing upon a star..Green to the T with the caviar now check the referenceMusical allusions in the sessionsPlus youthful optimism is itself an act of reverence
Dont get no water on the gremlinsGet slaughtered like LemmingsMake 'em board up the KremlinHigh treason.. down with the regent I was harassed and fought like Harrison Fordin that one episode of South Park where he's buried in cock.Blood gushing from his orifice like sherry or port,while all of ya'll just watched like an american sport.Where are your balls? I'm tearing you alla new jap's eye. Rap fly, that is why i carry the torch.The chairman of boards; the ferryman of yachts;the baddest mothafucka that you ever heard, but that ain't your fault.If you had any idea of the mind focusthat goes into every word that I write on thispeace of paper, you couldn't breathe on the mic, homes.It's the speech Vader teaching you hitting the right tones withmy ill voice. You couldn't read me a tight poem ifyour name was Shakespeare, so retreat or rhyme pwned, bitch!On the real, you believe it's a light joke, kid?You better think again and go find a new rhyme opponent.
Get up in the morning black coffee milk is overdue pick up some old cassette set my feelings
I take my time says a friend of mine but I don't mind, I don't mind if I don't find They get to go
see me laying Think 4 yourself x2 Cause the streets don't seem gray when you're on my mind and when you know well I feel fine
How about you ?
Description of your problems Man I know it all connects Get up on the go You never going to figure out talking to everybody need to think for yourself I say
This mans there's dimensions you ain't tapped in yet. Got your focus all wrong but I bet The test is a classroom and you might fail win some lose some, it's all swell.
Description of your problems I know the next person need to get up on the go, got to get up on the, get up on the… You never going to figure out taking advice Got ah think, got ah think, got ah think for yourself allright.
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 ... Blues in the spirit of the 20's & 30's. Male vocal, guitare, slide ...Blues in the spirit of the 20's & 30's. Male vocal, guitare, slide Dobro & ukulele.
That old mean devil Tryin’ one more time Struttin’ dat stuff Lookin’ so right Got my baby And she’s just treatin’ me fine
Can’t say I don’t wanna Dat it ain’t crossed my mind Somethin’ ‘bout you Sets my soul afire Got my baby And she’s just treatin’ me fine
When I look over my shoulder What do I see every single time Somethin’ like a sugar coated candy treat Just dat old mean devil in disguise
Just dat old mean devil One more time Struttin’ dat stuff Lookin’ so right Got my baby And she’s just treatin’ me fine
When I look over my shoulder What do I see every single time Somethin’ like a sugar coated candy treat Just dat old mean devil in disguise
Just dat old mean devil One more time Struttin’ dat stuff Lookin’ so right Got my baby And she’s just treatin’ me fine
Got my baby And she’s just treatin’ me fine
Got my baby And she’s just treatin’ me fine
TRADUCTION :
Une fois de plus, le diable cherche à me tenter en se déhanchant, déguisé en jolie fille. Pourtant j'ai une copine super avec laquelle je m'entends bien
Mais chaque fois que je tourne la tête, Je vois cette fille jolie comme un sucre d'orge, c'est le diable déguisé
Text ... Aura Lea" (sometimes spelled "Aura Lee") American Civil War ballad ...Aura Lea" (sometimes spelled "Aura Lee") American Civil War ballad about a maiden. "Aura Lee! Aura Lee! Maid of golden hair, sunshine came along with thee and swallows in the air." Male singer in a country & western spirit, mandolin à l'unisson, lap-steel, banjo, e-bow guitar & acoustic guitar. Instrumental tr-24.
Verse 1 As the blackbird in the spring 'neath the willow tree Sat and piped I heard him sing
Praising Aura Lee.
Chorus Aura Lea! Aura Lea! Maid of golden hair Sunshine came along with thee And swall-ows in the air.
Verse 2 Take my heart and take my ring I give my all to thee Take me for eternity Dearest Aura Lee!
Chorus Aura Lea! Aura Lea! Maid of golden hair Sunshine came along with thee And swall-ows in the air.
Verse 3 In her blush the rose was born 'twas music when she spoke In her eyes the light of morn Sparkling seemed to break.
Chorus Aura Lee! Aura Lee! Maid of golden hair Sunshine came along with thee And swall-ows in the air.
Verse 4 Aura Lee the bird may flee The willow' golden hair Then the wintry winds may be Blowing ev'rywhere.
Chorus Aura Lee! Aura Lee! Maid of golden hair Sunshine came along with thee And swall-ows in the air.
Verse 5 Yet if thy blue eyes I see Gloom will soon depart For to me sweet Aura Lee Is sunshine to the heart.
Chorus Aura Lee! Aura Lee! Maid of golden hair Sunshine came along with thee And swall-ows in the air.
Words by William W. Fosdick (D.P) Music by George R. Poulton (D.P)
Arrangement by Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau
