Sultry, dramatic, sombre. Dulcet guitar riff conveys a sense of Sultry, dramatic, sombre. Dulcet guitar riff conveys a sense of sadness and sorrow. Lyrics about a toxic relationship, someone looking for affection at the wrong times. Two people confusing lust and love, with feelings of doom and gloom mixing with sex-charged feelings. Electronic bass and subtle drumbeat offer a sultry, quiet storm energy.歌词
Midnight, Midnight, The only time you hit my line is in the late night, The only time you hit my line is after midnight, Midnight, Midnight, The only time you hit my line is in the late night, The only time you hit my line. You got needs, I got what you need, It’s so good ima bring you to ya knees, You looking good girl you need some high fashion, It’s first-class when you rollin' out with me, Money be callin', you know dat I answer, Way dat you movin' dat body like dancers, Hope dat you don’t mind I pull out my camera, You just do yo thing, we gone shoot a scene, When I pop a Xanny I might need some bed rest, Servin' Off White in the trap dead fresh, In a jump, pushing work leg press, Put you on a test just to see where to head at, Run off in yo spot be like where dat bread at, Rollin off a addy so my eyes dead red, I ain’t even vote but I need dead presidents, Drop me da location I’m pullin' up yo residence, in the late night. Midnight, Midnight, The only time you hit my line is in the late night, The only time you hit my line is after midnight, Midnight, Midnight, The only time you hit my line is in the late night, The only time you hit my line.
Sultry, dramatic, sombre. Dulcet guitar riff conveys a sense of Sultry, dramatic, sombre. Dulcet guitar riff conveys a sense of sadness and sorrow. Reminiscent of a sad but emotionally charged situation, two people confusing lust and love, with feelings of doom and gloom mixing with sex-charged feelings. Electronic bass and subtle drumbeat offer a sultry, quiet storm energy. Instrumental version.
Joyful, confident & romantic flamenco in an alegría aesthetic. Style Joyful, confident & romantic flamenco in an alegría aesthetic. Style of the region of Cadiz in Andalusia. Spanish Guitar, palmas & cajon.
Captivating, soulful & gentle flamenco in a bulería aesthetic. Captivating, soulful & gentle flamenco in a bulería aesthetic. Festive flamenco style characteristic of the region of Jerez de la Frontera. Spanish Guitar, taconeo (foot-stomping), palmas & cajon.
Rhythmic, virtuoso & intense flamenco in a fandango. Characteristic Rhythmic, virtuoso & intense flamenco in a fandango. Characteristic style from the city of Huelva. Solo Spanish Guitar.
Romantic, passionate & charming bolero in a flamenco spirit. Spanish Romantic, passionate & charming bolero in a flamenco spirit. Spanish Guitar & Latin percussion.
Slow in the style of the 40s, 50s & 60s. Sensual, lazy, languid & Slow in the style of the 40s, 50s & 60s. Sensual, lazy, languid & sophisticated. Swing orchestra with languid strings, brass & brushes.
Neo-classical. Joyful, light, bouncy & lively. Piano & string Neo-classical. Joyful, light, bouncy & lively. Piano & string orchestra. Constant build-up to the finale. Suggested for historical documentary. An evocation of the beginning of the industrial era in the 18th and 19th centuries
Country ballad. Lazy & nostalgic waltz. Male singer, pedal steel, Country ballad. Lazy & nostalgic waltz. Male singer, pedal steel, piano & rhythm section. Suggested for romance.歌词
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
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
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
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
Festive, bouncy & lively reggaeton-pop sung in Spanish. Come and Festive, bouncy & lively reggaeton-pop sung in Spanish. Come and dance with me. Female singer, synth, sampling & electronic percussion.歌词
ES:
Cuéntame al oído
Ven y muévete conmigo
Y en la oscuridad
Te haré brillar
Báilame
Muévete
Sedúceme
Y siénteme
Bésame
Bailar
Sudar
Bailar
Cuéntame al oído
Ven y muévete conmigo
Y en la oscuridad
Te haré brillar
Hip Hop track. Catchy, cool, medium-fast, rancous, challenging & Hip Hop track. Catchy, cool, medium-fast, rancous, challenging & purposeful. Trap beat, synth, FX & percussion. For sport challenge, action, highlights, video games & individual sport.
Bright, retro, upbeat. Phasing guitars drift out with wistful 80s Bright, retro, upbeat. Phasing guitars drift out with wistful 80s chords atop chugging synth bassline with slap bass affectations. Straightforward drumbeat gives a sense of determination, reminiscent of someone driving fast down a scenic highway. Floaty instrumentation with sparkling arpeggiations and angelic choirs. Searing solo guitar conjures picturesque sunsets in a dramatic location, by the ocean or driving through a large forest.
Bright, retro, upbeat. Phasing guitars drift out with wistful 80s Bright, retro, upbeat. Phasing guitars drift out with wistful 80s chords atop chugging synth bassline with slap bass affectations. Straightforward drumbeat gives a sense of determination, reminiscent of someone driving fast down a scenic highway. Floaty instrumentation with sparkling arpeggiations and angelic choirs. Impassioned style conjures picturesque sunsets in a dramatic location, by the ocean or driving through a large forest. Instrumental version.
Bright, retro, upbeat. Phasing guitars drift out into an expansive Bright, retro, upbeat. Phasing guitars drift out into an expansive soundscape, joined gradually by muted 80s guitar picking. Wistful energy, reminiscent of someone speeding down a scenic highway. Floaty instrumentation with sparkling arpeggiations and pads. Impassioned style conjures picturesque sunsets in a dramatic location, by the ocean or driving through a large forest. Stripped back underscore version.
Bright, retro, upbeat. Phasing guitars drift out supported by Bright, retro, upbeat. Phasing guitars drift out supported by chugging 80s bassline. Wistful energy, reminiscent of someone speeding down a scenic highway. Floaty instrumentation contrasts with straightforward bassline. Impassioned style conjures picturesque sunsets in a dramatic location, by the ocean or driving through a large forest. Stripped back underscore version.
Cool, adventurous, poppy. Thick synth chords with atmospheric delay Cool, adventurous, poppy. Thick synth chords with atmospheric delay scatter, pushed gently by anticipatory drumbeat. Breakthrough at 00:40 into pop sensibility, with glittering synths and dramatic reversed cymbals. 80s guitar plays sharp jazzy notes amidst echoing percussion and heavy-set bass. Reminiscent of the sun going down on a holiday destination, headlights shining down a road as darkness grows.
Cool, adventurous, poppy. Thick synth chords with atmospheric delay Cool, adventurous, poppy. Thick synth chords with atmospheric delay scatter, pushed gently by anticipatory drumbeat. Breakthrough at 00:40 into pop sensibility, with glittering synths and dramatic reversed cymbals. 80s guitar plays sharp jazzy notes amidst echoing percussion and heavy-set bass. Reminiscent of the sun going down on a holiday destination, headlights shining down a road as darkness grows. Instrumental version.
Cool, adventurous, poppy. Thick synth chords with atmospheric delay Cool, adventurous, poppy. Thick synth chords with atmospheric delay scatter. Breakthrough at 00:40 into pop sensibility, with glittering synths. 80s guitar plays sharp jazzy notes amidst echoing percussion and heavy-set bass. Reminiscent of the sun going down on a holiday destination, headlights shining down a road as darkness grows. Stripped back underscore version.
Cool, adventurous, poppy. Thick synth chords with atmospheric delay Cool, adventurous, poppy. Thick synth chords with atmospheric delay scatter. Breakthrough at 00:40 into pop sensibility, with glittering synths. Reminiscent of the sun going down on a holiday destination, headlights shining down a road as darkness grows. Stripped back underscore version.
Sentimental, lively & smooth pop sung in Spanish & English. Sentimental, lively & smooth pop sung in Spanish & English. Better-off alone than with bad company. Female singer, electric piano, synth & electronic percussion.歌词
ES:
brilla el litio en la calle
no hay nadie vuelvo a casa
el semáforo brillante
y las luces apagadas
en la habitación a oscuras
la cara recién lavada
me he quitado el pintalabios
y espero sentada a tu llamada
pero nunca llega
tal vez sea todo culpa de esa chica nueva
a la que ves
con ese rollo francés
nadie se lo cree
he esperado mucho para volverte a ver
y cuando te he visto me has dejado de querer
que pena mas grande la que me haces padecer
padecer
padecer
padecer
la que tu me haces padecer
No sé que hacer desde ayer y ahora
mi alma es de la textura de un bote de gel
No sé que hacer desde ayer y ahora
mi alma es de la textura de un bote de gel
Te apareces en mis sueños
dices que te debo algo
pero no lo creo
siempre me haces partícipe de todos tus juegos
yo solo quiero mirar al sol en el recreo
volver a ser una niña para sufrir menos
para no perder el tiempo con tanto lamento
escuchar la última canción
de mañaneo
he encendido una vela para que no te aparezcas
aunque dejo la luz encendida y la puerta abierta
no es que no te quiera
es que ahora me quiero yo
como dice bunny ahora soy peor
he encendido una vela para que no te aparezcas
aunque dejo la luz encendida y la puerta abierta
no es que no te quiera
es que ahora me quiero yo
como dice bunny ahora soy peor
rolling with my ladies on the floor
singing baby baby drop that broad
is the same old song
y tal vez
vuelva a ver
esa luz que reflejé
ya no me incitas
no me necesitas
y mejor
y mejor
y mejor
y mejor
y mejor
y mejor
y mejor
y mejor y mejor y mejor, y mejor, y mejor…
y mejor
EN:
lithium shines in the street
there's no one I'm going home
the traffic light shining
and the lights off
in the darkened room
my face freshly washed
I've taken off my lipstick
and I sit and wait for your call
but it never comes
maybe it's all the fault of that new girl
the one you see
with that French vibe
no one believes it
I've waited a long time to see you again
and when I've seen you you've stopped loving me
what a great sorrow that you make me suffer
suffer
suffer
suffer
that you make me suffer
I don't know what to do since yesterday and now
my soul is the texture of a jar of gel
I don't know what to do since yesterday and now
my soul is the texture of a jar of gel
You appear in my dreams
You say I owe you something
but I don't believe it
you always make me a part of all your games
I just want to look at the sun at playtime
to be a little girl again and suffer less
not to waste time with so much regret
to listen to the last song
at sunrise
I've lit a candle so you won't show up
although I leave the light on and the door open
it's not that I don't love you
it's that now I love me
as bunny says now I'm worse
I've lit a candle so you won't show up
although I leave the light on and the door open
it's not that I don't love you
it's that now I love me
as bunny says now I'm worse
rolling with my ladies on the floor
singing baby baby drop that broad
is the same old song
and maybe
I'll see again
that light that I reflected
you don't urge me on no more
you don't need me no more
and better
and better
and better
and better
and better
and better
and better
and better and better and better and better and better and better and better...
Explicit. Sentimental, lively & smooth pop sung in Spanish. Explicit. Sentimental, lively & smooth pop sung in Spanish. Better-off alone than with bad company. Female singer, electronic piano, synth & electronic percussion.歌词
ES:
brilla el litio en la calle
no hay nadie vuelvo a casa
el semáforo brillante
y las luces apagadas
en la habitación a oscuras
la cara recién lavada
me he quitado el pintalabios
y espero sentada a tu llamada
pero nunca llega
tal vez sea todo culpa de esa chica nueva
a la que ves
con ese rollo francés
nadie se lo cree
he esperado mucho para volverte a ver
y cuando te he visto me has dejado de querer
que pena mas grande la que me haces padecer
padecer
padecer
padecer
la que tu me haces padecer
No sé que hacer desde ayer y ahora
mi alma es de la textura de un bote de gel
No sé que hacer desde ayer y ahora
mi alma es de la textura de un bote de gel
Te apareces en mis sueños
dices que te debo algo
pero no lo creo
siempre me haces partícipe de todos tus juegos
yo solo quiero mirar al sol en el recreo
volver a ser una niña para sufrir menos
para no perder el tiempo con tanto lamento
escuchar la última canción
de mañaneo
he encendido una vela para que no te aparezcas
aunque dejo la luz encendida y la puerta abierta
no es que no te quiera
es que ahora me quiero yo
como dice bunny ahora soy peor
he encendido una vela para que no te aparezcas
aunque dejo la luz encendida y la puerta abierta
no es que no te quiera
es que ahora me quiero yo
como dice bunny ahora soy peor
Rolling with my ladies on the floor one blunt
singing baby baby drop that hoe
is the same old song
y tal vez
vuelva a ver
esa luz que reflejé
ya no me incitas
no me necesitas
y mejor
y mejor
y mejor
y mejor
y mejor
y mejor
y mejor
y mejor y mejor y mejor, y mejor, y mejor…
y mejor
EN:
lithium shines in the street
there's no one I'm going home
the traffic light shining
and the lights off
in the darkened room
my face freshly washed
I've taken off my lipstick
and I sit and wait for your call
but it never comes
maybe it's all the fault of that new girl
the one you see
with that French vibe
no one believes it
I've waited a long time to see you again
and when I've seen you you've stopped loving me
what a great sorrow that you make me suffer
suffer
suffer
suffer
that you make me suffer
I don't know what to do since yesterday and now
my soul is the texture of a jar of gel
I don't know what to do since yesterday and now
my soul is the texture of a jar of gel
You appear in my dreams
You say I owe you something
but I don't believe it
you always make me a part of all your games
I just want to look at the sun at playtime
to be a little girl again and suffer less
not to waste time with so much regret
to listen to the last song
at sunrise
I've lit a candle so you won't show up
although I leave the light on and the door open
it's not that I don't love you
it's that now I love me
as bunny says now I'm worse
I've lit a candle so you won't show up
although I leave the light on and the door open
it's not that I don't love you
it's that now I love me
as bunny says now I'm worse
Rolling with my ladies on the floor one blunt
singing baby baby drop that hoe
is the same old song
and maybe
I'll see again
that light that I reflected
you don't urge me on no more
you don't need me no more
and better
and better
and better
and better
and better
and better
and better
and better and better and better and better and better and better and better...
Introspective, intimate & wandering hip-hop-pop sung in Spanish. Introspective, intimate & wandering hip-hop-pop sung in Spanish. Pushing away the pain. Female singer, electric guitar, slide, synth & electronic percussion.歌词
ES:
estoy cansada y no lo entiendo
intento expresarlo con palabras
y al final salen bostezos
el miedo
de verme en un espejo
y disociar entre la imagen
y entre lo que en si proyecto
casi ni veo cine
desecho mis deseos
ya no hago lo que quiero
porque nunca tengo tiempo
y me lamento
y lo único pienso
es que me come la ciudad
y que me enreda el pelo el viento
pensé que amar sería suficiente
pero me siento sola y peleada con mi mente
no creo en mi talento como antes
no soy la que era antes
no soy suficiente
o soy demasiado grande
no soy nada fuerte
o es que tengo mucho aguante
no recuerdo nada lo que es sentirme bien
con el alma llena como un niño
que empieza a correr
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de un sueño malgastado
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
tal vez el camino equivocado
sea siempre el que me ha conquistado
ya tengo el enigma descifrado
el tiempo se pasa muy despacio
no busco na' de nadie
la suerte no me sobra pero siempre se comparte
escribo versos con punto y a parte
porque un punto y seguido implica motivos pa' seguir adelante
pero tranquilas que aquí mando yo
el agua limpia todo y últimamente está lloviendo un montón
no quiero sentir ni un remordimiento nunca más
la sensación que mas me pesa es la de recordar
algún día estaré bien lo puedo asegurar
sentirme a mí misma es suficiente pa' avanzar
igual que el pie que se siente a sí mismo al andar
igual que dos enamorados dentro de un maizal
escribo para mí y para reafirmar
que puede que algún día este cigarro se apague sin más
y no lo entenderás por no haber querido preguntar
ya no te sientas mal por mí me he cambiado de piel
a veces tu recuerdo incluso me sabe a miel
he estado imaginándome que es lo que quiero ser
y solo busco ser más gata que nunca y correr
y correr y correr y correr
y correr
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de un sueño malgastado
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
EN:
I'm tired and I don't understand
I try to put it into words
and in the end yawns come out
the fear
of seeing myself in a mirror
and dissociate between the image
and between what I project
I almost don't watch movies
I discard my desires
I no longer do what I want
because I never have time
and I lament
and the only thing I think
is that the city eats me up
and that the wind is tangling my hair
I thought that loving would be enough
but I feel lonely and at odds with my mind
I don't believe in my talent like before
I'm not what I used to be
I'm not enough
or I'm too big
I'm not strong at all
or is it that I have too much endurance
I don't remember what it's like to feel good
with a soul as full as a child
who starts to run
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of a wasted dream
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
maybe the wrong path
is always the one that has conquered me
I already have the enigma deciphered
time goes by very slowly
I'm not looking for anything from anyone
luck is not enough for me but I always share it
I write verses with a full stop, new paragraph
because a full stop, no new paragraph implies reasons to keep going on
but don't worry I'm in charge here
water cleans everything and lately it's been raining a lot
I don't want to feel a single remorse anymore
the feeling that weighs me down the most is the one of remembering
someday I'll be alright I can assure you
feeling myself is enough to move forward
just like the foot that feels itself when walking
just like two lovers inside a cornfield
I write for myself and to reaffirm
that maybe someday this cigarette will go out just like that
and you won't understand because you didn't want to ask
don't feel bad for me anymore I've changed my skin
sometimes your memory even tastes like honey to me
I've been imagining what I want to be
and I'm just trying to be more cat than ever and run
and run and run and run and run
and run
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of a wasted dream
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
