Eerie, technical electronic score for mystery podcasts and reports on Eerie, technical electronic score for mystery podcasts and reports on the dark side of digitalization. Increasingly more urgent and sinister.
Do androids dream of electric sheep? Questions like these can be Do androids dream of electric sheep? Questions like these can be investigated using the innovative, standardised Voigt-Kampff method. For long journeys, whether on land or in space.
Hip hop opera in a dramedy spirit. Attitude, lively & tragi-comic. Hip hop opera in a dramedy spirit. Attitude, lively & tragi-comic. Lyric choir, orchestra, string section, pizz, keyboard & beat. Suggested for young content & dramedy.
Waiting, suspended & cold. Serious and almost tense. Synth, keyboard Waiting, suspended & cold. Serious and almost tense. Synth, keyboard & drone. Suggested for science.
Slow to fast tempo - Cautious and accelerating investigation theme. Slow to fast tempo - Cautious and accelerating investigation theme. Repetitive piano and electronics. Surveillance scene. For suspense, crime, thriller, drama.
Folk song, jazz ballad with a balkan touch. Sentimental, nocturnal & Folk song, jazz ballad with a balkan touch. Sentimental, nocturnal & melancholic. Cronner, organ, electric piano, trumpet & rhythm. Lyrics
I want to be a butterfly
I have the disease of Modern Living All too desperate and lonely Hopping around, from one vagina to another Looking for the real thing.
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was The kind of butterfly Things would be better Certainly better
Saying no it’s not a problem for me You see, it never has been My tragedy of all times Is that I said yes, when I wanted to say no
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was a kind of butterfly Things would be better Most certainly better
We just hoop and hoop to the next And fuck again Spreading all kinds of bacteria along the way And all this in the name of love In the name of love and I, of loneliness Because if you fuck good enough This time you might
never, never be lonely again
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was a kind of
butterfly Things would be better Certainly better
There is a funny woman sitting across the bar from me Twisting with her red hair and golden chain She keeps on smiling I don’t smile back She stares at me perpetually
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was a kind of butterfly Things would be better Most certainly better
If I was a kind of butterfly Things would be better I know, I know Most certainly better
Nocturnal & melancholic yet imposing trap corrido Sung in Spanish. Nocturnal & melancholic yet imposing trap corrido Sung in Spanish. Ode to the Day of the Dead, the most important Mexican holiday in the year. Male rapper, male backing vocals, male adlibs, brass sample, Spanish guitar, synth, strings, Latin & electronic percussion.Lyrics
ES:
Día de muertos
Día de muertos
Estamos de fiesta
Siguen los recuerdos
Día de muertos
Día de muertos
Estamos de fiesta
Siguen los recuerdos
En la noche estrellada
En el aire perfumado
Las calacas bailan
En el campo y la ciudad
Con flores de cempasúchil
Y pan de muerto dorado
Preparamos el altar
Para nunca olvidar
Hoy hay fiesta
Prepara el tequila y los tamales
Brindemos por lo bueno
Y que se vayan to' los males
Las calles tan coloridas
Para un día tan especial
Celebramos por los nuestros
Por todos los esenciales
Día de Muertos, fiesta de colores
Las almas regresan a compartir amores
Recordemos a los que ya no están
Con risas y lágrimas, nunca se irán
Día de Muertos, fiesta de colores
Las almas regresan a compartir amores
Recordemos a los que ya no están
Con risas y lágrimas, nunca se irán
Las velas parpadean
La ofrenda iluminada
Las fotos y memorias
En el altar colocadas
Las risas, las historias
Compartidas y cantadas
Unidos en este instante
La vida y muerte abrazadas
Las velas parpadean
La ofrenda iluminada
Las fotos y memorias
En el altar colocadas
Las risas, las historias
Compartidas y cantadas
Unidos en este instante
La vida y muerte abrazadas
Día de Muertos, fiesta de colores
Las almas regresan a compartir amores
Recordemos a los que ya no están
Con risas y lágrimas, nunca se irán
Día de Muertos, fiesta de colores
Las almas regresan a compartir amores
Recordemos a los que ya no están
Con risas y lágrimas, nunca se irán
Día de muertos
Día de muertos
Estamos de fiesta
Siguen los recuerdos
Día de muertos
Día de muertos
Estamos de fiesta
Siguen los recuerdos
EN:
Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead
We are celebrating
Memories continue
Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead
We are celebrating
Memories continue
In the starry night
In the perfumed air
The skeletons dance
In the countryside and the city
With marigold flowers
And golden bread of the dead
We prepare the altar
To never forget
Today there's a party
Prepare the tequila and tamales
Let's toast to the good
And let all the evils go away
The streets so colorful
For such a special day
We celebrate for our own
For all the essentials
Day of the Dead, a festival of colors
Souls return to share loves
Let's remember those who are no longer here
With laughter and tears, they'll never leave
Day of the Dead, a festival of colors
Souls return to share loves
Let's remember those who are no longer here
With laughter and tears, they'll never leave
The candles flicker
The altar illuminated
The photos and memories
Placed on the altar
The laughter, the stories
Shared and sung
United in this moment
Life and death embraced
The candles flicker
The altar illuminated
The photos and memories
Placed on the altar
The laughter, the stories
Shared and sung
United in this moment
Life and death embraced
Day of the Dead, a festival of colors
Souls return to share loves
Let's remember those who are no longer here
With laughter and tears, they'll never leave
Day of the Dead, a festival of colors
Souls return to share loves
Let's remember those who are no longer here
With laughter and tears, they'll never leave
Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead
We are celebrating
Memories continue
Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead
We are celebrating
Memories continue
Slow tempo - Sorrowful and solemn string quartet. Wistful clarinet at Slow tempo - Sorrowful and solemn string quartet. Wistful clarinet at 01:46. A tragic aftermath. For tragedy, human drama, documentary, funeral, radio, podcast, heritage, historical, culture.
Bittersweet, ambiguous & bouncy in the spirit of 20s German Bittersweet, ambiguous & bouncy in the spirit of 20s German expressionist cinema. Piano played staccato, brass, winds & percussion. Suggested for historical documentary.
