Cold wave, post-punk, 80's. Fiery, nocturnal & driving. Male singer @ Cold wave, post-punk, 80's. Fiery, nocturnal & driving. Male singer @ male back up vocalist, electric guitar & rhythm. Lyrics
Losing Myself in Magic
That the humble claims you May he claim the night The Night and the silence
A hidden knowledge A too long distance in the dark
And your sign on a tree And your sign on a tree And your light in the breeze All the tears on the sea All the things that i see Who cares about me ?
There's nothing to know Please help me I am losing myself in the magic And you are here with me There's nothing to know Please help me I am losing myself in the magic And you are here with me
You are here with me And all the dreams cloud the day you are here with me unfortunately
I am a poor boy Too old in my shoes You're an angel And our Gods are jealous of you of you You are an angel You are my angel You are
There's nothing to know Please help me I am losing myself in the magic And you are here with me There's nothing to know Please help me I am loosing myself in the magic And you are here with me
Underscore. Salsa, cha cha cha & soul music fusion. Decided, dancing Underscore. Salsa, cha cha cha & soul music fusion. Decided, dancing & sensual. Congas, latin rhythm & keyboard. Lead electric guitar @ 1'35.
Salsa, cha cha cha & soul music fusion. Decided, dancing & sensual. Salsa, cha cha cha & soul music fusion. Decided, dancing & sensual. Sung in Spanish. Male singer, latin rhythm & keyboard. Lead electric guitar @ 1'35.Lyrics
There was so much love
that I had for you babe no debió pasar, terminar así
You know that you mean everything to me y ahora tú te vas pa' hacerme sufrir
We had so many momentos nuestras caricias que no tienen fin now for something stupid te quieres marchar come with me y vamos a arreglarlo ya
chorus: wanna be with you again, I can't find the word to say please don't go away.
SONEOS: -Fueron tantas cosas bonitas, piénsalo recapacita, esto no puede suceder -No te vayas no, no lo tomes así fue tan solo un error -y si tu te vas yo me vo'a quedar solo en libertad, pero prefiero tu condena
Ya no puedo soportarlo si no te tengo no puedo seguir si vamos a separarnos piénsalo bien que después tú te vas a arrepentir
chorus: wanna be with you again, I can't find the word to say please don't go away.
SONEOS:
-Todo lo que quiero es hallar una salida, si tú te vas yo me quedo sin vitamina -Oh my babe, please don't go please don't go, no puedo vivir without you... si es que yo tengo lo que quieres -piénsalo bien, recapacita bebe, como te quiero yo nadie te va a querer tú ve... I wanna be with you again.
Hip-Hop bed / Hip-Hop loop / beatmaking with an Indian feel. Hip-Hop bed / Hip-Hop loop / beatmaking with an Indian feel. Positive, confident & lively. Suggested for travels & street culture. Sitar, electric guitar, synth & rhythm.
80's. Pop song. Confident, light & lazy. Male singer, electric guitar 80's. Pop song. Confident, light & lazy. Male singer, electric guitar & rhythm.Lyrics
Oh u've got silver rainbow eyesOh u've got shinning smileYou were right and I was wrong u were right and I was wrongTo the sunny land of the summerTo the icy polar starI was waiting for you Oh I follow you in the lightOh I follow you in the darkYou were right and I was wrong u were right and I was wrongTo the sunny land of the summerTo the icy polar starI was waiting for you
70's. TV series. Funky. Relaxed but determined. Brass, electric 70's. TV series. Funky. Relaxed but determined. Brass, electric guitar, tambourine & rhythm.
Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Dancing, joyful & exotic. Male voice, Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Dancing, joyful & exotic. Male voice, electric guitar, strings, brass & rhythm.Lyrics
ItalianoDivent' un uomo fatto, Lei torna ragazza, ma quanto sto bene, quando quando ma quanto sto bene, quà , tra le braccia di tua madre!
Ha la pudore d'una bimba, E la dolcezza d'una mamma, l'appettito di una leonessa, e l'esperienza d'una regina, ah...
Le pesche non mi piacciono se sono verdi, Le pere, non mi piacciono se sono dure, le donne sono com' i frutti, migliore se sono mature. Lei sa placar' il mio ardore Posso gli aprir' il mio cuore, Dice che io la faccio ridere ma non mi parla di matrimonio!
Français
Je deviens un homme mûr Elle redevient jeune fille Mais qu’est-ce que je me sens bien
Quand, quand Qu'est-ce que je suis bien Là, dans les bras de ta mère
Elle a la pudeur d'une enfant Et la douceur d'une mère L'appétit d'une lionne Et l'expérience d'une reine, ah...
Les pêches ne me plaisent pas si elles sont vertes Les poires ne me plaisent pas si elles sont dures Les femmes sont comme les fruits Meilleures quand elles sont mûres
Elle sait calmer mon ardeur Je peux lui ouvrir mon cœur Elle dit que je la fais rire Mais ne parle pas de mariage.
English
I am becoming a mature man She is becoming a young girl How good I feel When when How good I feel Here in your mother’s arms
She has a child’s modesty And a sweetness of a mother The appetite of a lioness And the experience of a queen, ah…
I don’t like peaches when they’re green I don’t like pears when they’re hard Women are like fruit Better when they are ripe
She knows how to cool my ardour I can open my heart to her She says that I make her laugh But don’t talk to me about marriage
Investigative, cautious & narrative. Electronics, electric guitar Investigative, cautious & narrative. Electronics, electric guitar with flanger fx & rhythm.
Unobtrusive, slow synthesizer creates a dark atmosphere which Unobtrusive, slow synthesizer creates a dark atmosphere which emphasizes open questions and doubts on eyewitness reports.
Country ballad. Lazy & nostalgic waltz. Male singer, pedal steel, Country ballad. Lazy & nostalgic waltz. Male singer, pedal steel, piano & rhythm section.Lyrics
IDLE HOURVERSE There’s a place down the street
Where my friends congregate And when we sit on those bar stools We’re not alone 10 am the lights are on Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong And we’re drowning those memories One by one CHORUS You can meet me at the idle hour Where the juke box plays all those country songs If you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone With too many reasons not to go back home
VERSE The neon lights are bright Even tho it’s past midnight And the band’s packed up and moved on Stare at the clock on the wall Bartender says last call And I start missin’ her most of all
CHORUS So, you can meet me at the idle hour Where the juke box plays all those country songs So if you’re tryin’ to hang on To a love that’s dead and gone With too many reasons not to go back home Too many reasons not to go back home