Text ... Pop song in Motown style. Sensual & dreamy. Organ, electric guitar, ...Pop song in Motown style. Sensual & dreamy. Organ, electric guitar, female singer & drums.
When you’re in my bedAnd I think of anything else insteadWould you mind if I doA shift in my headTo find the memory to slip from thereAnd let me melt intoGreenhouse, GreenhouseHow could we be so dreamyGreenhouse, GreenhouseWe were there too lazy
Text ... Pop song. Positive & confident. Acoustic guitar, female singer, ...Pop song. Positive & confident. Acoustic guitar, female singer, electric guitar & tambourine.
All togetherAll togetherWe gonna change the world All togetherAll togetherOur life has jus begun All togetherAll togetherWe gonna change the world All togetherAll togetherWe gonna have some fun All togetherAll togetherWe gonna change the world All togetherAll togetherWe gonna have some fun
Text ... Pop song in Motown style. Feminine & sentimental. Electric guitar, ...Pop song in Motown style. Feminine & sentimental. Electric guitar, synth, female singer & drums.
Come into the groove, if you want to surviveGiving a soul emotion, start until the endCome into the move, if you want me aliveTrying a soul devotion, start until the end Na, na, na,na,na , naNa, na, na, na Keep into this world, with no lie and no sufferTrying a soul religion, start until the endKeep around this world, aint nobody could be betterGivin a soul position, start until the end Start until the end Come into the groove if you want to surviveGiving a soul emotion start until the endCome into the move if you want to stay aliveTrying a soul devotion start until the end Start until the end
Text ... Folk song. Moving & intimate. Spanish guitar, male singer & drums.
I shouldn’t be too bothered all the timeAs I’ve got the Queen of Spain at my sideI shouldn’t be too bothered all the timeAs I’ve got the Queen of Spain at my side
Text ... Folk rock. Intense & urgent. Piano, electric guitar, male singer & ...Folk rock. Intense & urgent. Piano, electric guitar, male singer & drums.
Thought i was light years ahead of themBut i was blind they were only milesLight years ahead of them, he must be right I was only pretending to be just another wannabeA love supreme in flip flopsThere might be peacocks in disguiseYou’d better practice your passing shotsBeware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs You were born in Christchurch babyListen to the bellsThey’re ringing again in your earsThey resound in the eveningThey resound when you’re youngThey’re sound in the morningThey resound when you’re getting old/get things done
Pop song. Cosy & determined. Acoustic and electric guitars, male ...Pop song. Cosy & determined. Acoustic and electric guitars, male singer & tambourine.
Text ... Pop song. Cosy & determined. Acoustic and electric guitars, male ...Pop song. Cosy & determined. Acoustic and electric guitars, male singer & tambourine.
A little time to liveA few people to loveFloral clocks never stop tickingThey never stop growing But the dog, it keeps on barking in the tubeDespite the bomb in his stomachAnd the girl, she’s still crying in the bus I try to sympathizeBut I don’t mindI don’t really mind I’ve already wasted so much time A little time to shareA few people to leaveFloral clocks never stop tickingThey never stop glowing Left this plastic bag filled with my liver and my lungsBehind a door that’s just been closedDouglas Fir might be working late at nightHope my friend’s very fine As much as II don’t really mindWe’ve already wasted so much time
Text ... Pop song. Happy & inflamed. Acoustic guitar, male singer, piano & ...Pop song. Happy & inflamed. Acoustic guitar, male singer, piano & drums.
Feel young and freeWhen the sun shines above meThe sounds of the city fill my heart with joy and beautyFountains of champagne to celebrate the next dayMy generation’s full of optimismWhat does it take?What does it take to be here today?
Text ... Folk rock. Interrogative & nostalgic. Electric and acoustic guitars, ...Folk rock. Interrogative & nostalgic. Electric and acoustic guitars, male singer & drums.
Tell me what's beyond the curtainMade of water, made of airAnd the kite is so redBut it does not flyRolling byOn the beachWith the three of usTell me what's beyond the curtainMade of water, made of iceAnd the kite is so redBut it does not flyPassing byOn the beachWith the three of usRunning with the windThe hands on the clockAre frozenThough the sun keeps shining Like a sunny winter saturdayLike a sunny winter saturdayLike a sunny winter SaturdayWe were glowing on this sunny Saturday
Text ... Psychedelic rock. Victorious. Electric guitar, male singer @ 1'28 & ...Psychedelic rock. Victorious. Electric guitar, male singer @ 1'28 & drums.
Worship me, despise meIs this my destiny?Or just the way I fucked up my life?Have you ever imagined we’d split up this way? So bitterly.Of course I haveMy nightmare’s come true. Worship me, despise meIs this my destiny?Or just the way I fucked up my life?Have you ever imagined we’d split up this way? So bitterly.Of course I haveMy nightmare’s come true. Dead souls coming in from a long lost future.Dead souls wandering through the ages back and forth.
Text ... Pop song. Animated & stimulating. Electric guitar, organ, male singer ...Pop song. Animated & stimulating. Electric guitar, organ, male singer & drums.
Swing me round then let me goas summer’s streets return to snow, help me get my feet back on the groundand the next time if your calling I’ll be around. What would it take just to let it go?Swing me round with nails of goldas summer streets return to cold,help me get my feet back on the ground. Because joy comes and then she goeslike every summer’s night we’ve known. Help me get my feet back on the ground and in the end it always comes around.
What would it take?I want to feel, I want to go.
Go. Go. Go again!I want to feel, I want to grow, again. Heart - I want to know, I want to know again.I want to feel again! What would it take - to come around?Again…
Text ... Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rythm, sung in spanish & with a ...Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rythm, sung in spanish & with a spanglish flow. Latin percussions, flûte & scratch & synth.
Negrita ve.No me esperes en la casa, que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve
Make me introduce pan the beat, You don now how ́s this, Pana black from the hill,San Andres mc, We got all the caleñas crazy, And the paisas wetting, Bogotanas giving away them pussy,
We no diling with non batty man her, Yous bring the whiskey, Make we drying the hold day, And we light up the roof with faller,
Hans up hilla, More more falla.
Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum...
Fake boobs,Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs Fake blond, Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Four o'clock in the morning, Everyone going, Me and my nagger,
Still want some funny ́s, Some une en la pista se, Vamo a seguirla,
My nagger se donde,Straight to my crib now... Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum... Hasta q salga el sol no me muevo,Por q la quiero seguir pasando bueno (bis)
Fake boobs, Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs, Fake blonds,Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. (bis)Lising up
Negrita ve, No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis) Ah ah ah bitches and rum... Aa a ah bitches and rum... That what you like... Ah ah ah... Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Text ... Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rythm, sung in spanish & with a ...Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rythm, sung in spanish & with a spanglish flow. Latin percussions, flûte & scratch & synth.
Negrita ve.No me esperes en la casa, que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve
Make me introduce pan the beat, You don now how ́s this, Pana black from the hill,San Andres mc, We got all the caleñas crazy, And the paisas wetting, Bogotanas giving away them pussy,
We no diling with non batty man her, Yous bring the whiskey, Make we drying the hold day, And we light up the roof with faller,
Hans up hilla, More more falla.
Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum...
Fake boobs,Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs Fake blond, Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Four o'clock in the morning, Everyone going, Me and my nagger,
Still want some funny ́s, Some une en la pista se, Vamo a seguirla,
My nagger se donde,Straight to my crib now... Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum... Hasta q salga el sol no me muevo,Por q la quiero seguir pasando bueno (bis)
Fake boobs, Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs, Fake blonds,Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. (bis)Lising up
Negrita ve, No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis) Ah ah ah bitches and rum... Aa a ah bitches and rum... That what you like... Ah ah ah... Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)