Epic, determined, heroic. Smouldering guitar reaches out alongside Epic, determined, heroic. Smouldering guitar reaches out alongside pads and cool melody. Serious striding energy from dramatic percussion and haunting synth melodies. Climax at 01:08 into more enlightened chord sequence and passionate drums.
Attitude, laid-back & swagger hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. Attitude, laid-back & swagger hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. Dedicated to female friends. Female rap singer, electric harpsichord, synth, fx bullet, fx vinyl noise & electronic percussion. Interlude @ 2'17.歌词
ES:
tengo el quinto elemento
represión automática
las niñas de mis ojos
rugen humo mientras bailan
hombros anchos y altas
fuertes como jabatas
mascarillas azules
y unas velas aromáticas
a pesar del chandal somos todas muy románticas
y cada rumba sale directa del anima
donde no hay dinero hay carisma y sociedad
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
tenemos el pelo como las lobas árticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
las malas tenemos conexión telepática
guárdate para ti toda tu insulsa plática
la noche se presenta juguetona y acida
y he contao' las veces que me has mirao' pasar
no me hagas tener que sumártelas
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
miran de reojo por la rabia
quieren bailar salsa con nosotras para oler la jacaranda
mírale a la cara mientras baja
brujas con sus capsulas letales como efímeras erráticas
es el truco que nunca le falla
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
en la pista es como una bala
rapida precisa y luego mata
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
no somos gatas de teoría
EN:
I have the fifth element
automatic repression
the girls of my eyes
roar smoke as they dance
broad-shouldered and tall
strong as jabatas
blue masks
and scented candles
in spite of the tracksuit we are all very romantic
and every party comes straight from the soul
where there is no money there is charisma and society
we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are practical
we have hair like the arctic she-wolves
we are practical
we are practical
we bad girls have telepathic connection
keep all your dull chatter to yourself
the night comes playful and acidic
and I've counted all the times you've watched me pass by
don't make me have to add them up to you
skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
they look sideways out of rage
they want to dance salsa with us just to smell the jacaranda
look at their face as it goes down
witches with their lethal capsules as ephemeral erratics
it's the trick that never fails them
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
on the dance floor she' s like a bullet
fast accurate and then kills
skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are not theory cats
Explicit. Attitude, laid-back & swagger hip-hop sung in Spanish. Explicit. Attitude, laid-back & swagger hip-hop sung in Spanish. Dedicated to female friends. Female rap singer, electric harpsichord, synth, fx bullet, fx vinyl noise & electronic percussion. Interlude @ 2'17.歌词
ES:
tengo el quinto elemento
represión automática
las niñas de mis ojos
rugen humo mientras bailan
hombros anchos y altas
fuertes como jabatas
mascarillas azules
y unas velas aromáticas
a pesar del chandal somos todas muy románticas
y cada rumba sale directa del anima
donde no hay dinero hay carisma y sociedad
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
tenemos el pelo como las lobas árticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
las malas tenemos conexión telepática
guárdate para ti toda tu insulsa plática
la noche se presenta juguetona y acida
y he contao' las veces que me has mirao' pasar
no me hagas tener que sumártelas
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
miran de reojo por la rabia
quieren bailar salsa con nosotras para oler la jacaranda
mírale a la cara mientras baja
brujas y pastillas en la rave como efímeras erráticas
es el truco que nunca le falla
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
en la pista es como una bala
rapida precisa y luego mata
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
no somos gatas de teoría
EN:
I have the fifth element
automatic repression
the girls of my eyes
roar smoke as they dance
broad-shouldered and tall
strong as jabatas
blue masks
and scented candles
in spite of the tracksuit we are all very romantic
and every party comes straight from the soul
where there is no money there is charisma and society
we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are practical
we have hair like the arctic she-wolves
we are practical
we are practical
we bad girls have telepathic connection
keep all your dull chatter to yourself
the night comes playful and acidic
and I've counted all the times you've watched me pass by
don't make me have to add them up to you
skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
they look sideways out of rage
they want to dance salsa with us just to smell the jacaranda
look at their face as it goes down
witches and pills at the rave as ephemeral erratics
it's the trick that never fails them
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
on the dance floor she' s like a bullet
fast accurate and then kills
skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are not theory cats
Swagger, nocturnal & introspective trap sung in Spanish. Exhausted of Swagger, nocturnal & introspective trap sung in Spanish. Exhausted of running out of luck. Female rap singer, sampling, synth & electronic percussion.歌词
ES:
no me busques más que estoy cansa'
ya no tengo tiempo pa' tus dramas de sofa
ya no tengo voz para dejarte algún mensaje
ya no tengo riego solo siento un desencaje
estoy desencaja'
no quiero morirme pero si ver el nirvana
soy la Tego Calderon de esta triste balada
el García Lorca y el Calderon de la barca
solo hace teatro
esto es un teatro
ya no siento na'
la catarsis se evapora en cuanto tu te vas
las horas se vuelven flojas metete cristal
por si se te pasa
sad girl aficiona'
por si se te pasa
mis conspiraciones son teorías a estudiar
ni si quiera estoy segura de si me vas a llamar
búscame a las doce en el parque de prosperidad
no se si son mis demonios o eres tu
o es lo mismo, que mas da
que mas da
tengo los bolsillos desgastaos
de tanto meter mano y no sacar taja', no sacar taja'
solo trozos de astillas que me hacen sangrar
siete notas siete colores
siete días fumando polen
siete aros que me he comprao'
siete vírgenes he rezao'
siete notas siete colores
siete días fumando polen
siete años de mala suerte
mi materialismo es mi muerte
EN:
don't look for me any more, I'm tired
I don't have time for your sofa dramas any more
I don't have a voice to leave you a message
I don't have irrigation anymore I just feel a disjoint
I'm disjointed
I don't want to die but I want to see the nirvana
I'm the Tego Calderon of this sad ballad
the Garcia Lorca and the Calderon de la barca
it' s just theater
this is a theater
I don't feel anything anymore
the catharsis evaporates as soon as you're gone
the hours become sluggish get in crystal
in case you get over it
sad girl amateur
just in case you get over it
my conspiracies are theories to be studied
I'm not even sure if you're gonna call me back
look for me at twelve o'clock in prosperity park
I don't know if it's my demons or you
or it's all the same, what difference does it make
what difference does it make
I've got my pockets worn out
from so much reaching in and not getting any slice out, not getting any slice out
just pieces of splinters that make me bleed
seven notes seven colors
seven days smoking pollen
seven hoops that I've bought
seven virgins I have prayed
seven notes seven colors
seven days smoking pollen
seven years of bad luck
my materialism is my death
Nocturnal, sentimental & attitude hip-hop sung in Spanish. Tired of Nocturnal, sentimental & attitude hip-hop sung in Spanish. Tired of an undecided lover. Female rap singer, voice & guitar sampling, electronic percussion. Vocal climax @ 2'42.歌词
ES:
tengo las horas contadas con esta nena
y la tortura del recuerdo ya se inclina en mi cabeza
y es que no veas
las cartas que juega
se las guarda detrás de la oreja
bailando en la plaza con la niña
van par de litronas pero ella va tan fina
con sus pantalones rotos justo en la rodilla
con su cigarrillo y sus pestañas postizas
yo es que voy sin prisa
yo es que voy sin prisa
pero reconozco que contigo nunca he sido mu tranquila
me pierdo con los nombres que han pasao' después de ti
con todos esos verdes en Pinar de Chamartín
me acuerdo de ti nena me acuerdo de ti
me acuerdo de ti nena me acuerdo de ti
llevo preocupada desde que te conocí
estoy anestesiada con tu saliva de anís
y siempre que salgo por las noches de Madrid
te acabo escribiendo algún mensaje
para ti para ti siempre hay uno para ti
para el fuego de tus labios disfrazados de carmin
tu pelo rapado y tus ojos medio green
para las noches tocando la guitarra junto a mi
para ti para ti siempre hay uno para ti
te dedico mis versitos favoritos del Joaquín
te dedico todas las fotos en las que me haces reír
te dedico hasta el romero de las rosas del jardin
que ya no puedo mas
dame un break no te portes mal
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
que ya no puedo mas
dame un break no te portes mal
dime si me vas a llamar
deja la tortura pa' Alejandro Sanz
y no te des por aludida
que no va por ti, te lo juro por mi vida
tengo la saudade aquí en la tripa metidita
será la pastilla que mordimos aquel dia
tu mirada es ácida como los pica pica
tu piel es el paper del tabaco que te lias
eres el sabor amargo de una mora fría
se te acaba el tiempo y ahora el mío desperdicias
me arde la retina de ver tanta tontería
tengo toas' las medias rotas de todas tus chinas
también me has quemado el corazón con tanta chispa
bonita, tienes que ser más decidida
aunque la tonta sea yo porque te lo permita
aunque lo máximo que hago es marcarme unas rimas
aunque cuando esté delante tuya me derrita
nena, se mas comprensiva
que ya no puedo mas
dame un break no te portes mal
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
que ya no puedo mas
dame un break no te portes mal
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
deja la tortura pa' Alejandro Sanz
dime si me vas a llamar
dímelo ma
dímelo
EN:
my hours are nearly due with this girl
and the torture of the memory is leaning in my head
and you can't see
the cards she plays
she keeps them behind her ear
dancing in the square with the girl
they go with a couple of litronas but she goes so refined
with her pants torn right above the knee
with her cigarette and her false eyelashes
I'm in no hurry
I'm in no hurry
but I recognise that with you I've never been very calm
I get lost with the names that have passed after you
with all those greens in Pinar de Chamartin
I remember you baby I remember you
I remember you baby I remember you
I've been worried since I met you
I'm numb with your aniseed saliva
and whenever I go out at night in Madrid
I end up writing you a message
for you for you there is always one for you
for the fire of your lips disguised as carmine
your shaved hair and your half green eyes
for the nights playing the guitar next to me
for you for you there's always one for you
I dedicate to you my favorite verses of Joaquin
I dedicate to you all the pictures in which you make me laugh
I dedicate to you even the rosemary of the roses in the garden
I can't take it anymore
give me a break don't misbehave
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
I can't take it anymore
give me a break don't misbehave
tell me if you'll call me
leave the torture for Alejandro Sanz
and don't take it personal
It' s not about you I swear it on my life
I've got the saudade here in my gut
Maybe it's the pill that we bit that day
your gaze is acidic like the pica pica
your skin is the paper of the tobacco that you roll
you're the bitter taste of a cold blackberry
you're running out of time and now you're wasting mine
my retina burns from seeing so much nonsense
I've got all the socks torn from all your stones
you've also burnt my heart with so much sparkle
beautiful, you have to be more determined
even though I'm the fool because I let you do it
even though the most I do is to score me some rhymes
even though when I'm in front of you I melt
baby, be more understanding
I can't take it anymore
give me a break don't misbehave
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
I can't take it anymore
give me a break don't misbehave
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
leave the torture for Alejandro Sanz
Hard rock / heavy metal. Proud, swagger, bluesy, uplifting & strong. Hard rock / heavy metal. Proud, swagger, bluesy, uplifting & strong. Distorded vocal, drum & clap, guitar. For sport / video games / motor racing.
Cool, fun, relaxed. Summery brass melodies are weave with dramatic Cool, fun, relaxed. Summery brass melodies are weave with dramatic electronic beats, playful piano with a latin vibe and quirky percussion. Expansive, lo-fi textures dance with atmospheric vocal cuts and contemporary hip hop beats. Washed out warmth.
Swagger & eccentric with an exotic touch. Electro track with dancing Swagger & eccentric with an exotic touch. Electro track with dancing hook & hybrid percussion. Powerful brass @ 0'38. Back end @ 1'28. Suggested for action sport, video games & ads.
Narrative, cinematic, introspective in the spirit of the 80s & in a Narrative, cinematic, introspective in the spirit of the 80s & in a Spanish mood. Guitars, keyboards, Latin percussion, strings & flute.
Alternative, indie rock. Serious, martial & percussive. Suggested for Alternative, indie rock. Serious, martial & percussive. Suggested for TV show, indie film, war, social drama. Piano, drum & female singer with back-up singer. 歌词
One … for joy! And one … for sorrow. One for the hand – That takes mine tomorrow. One for the passing stranger. And one for all of us who loves us: A little danger! La la la, la la la! And what for those who scoff at our fun? Well, for them there shall be none! And only some for those who save and never spend. For why shall they have when they don't care for the little things they get? And lest they be slow to take what's so graciously offered – Well there's only more for us, for we're the ones who bother! La la la, la la la! One … for joy! And one … for sorrow One for the hand that takes mine tomorrow. One for the passing stranger. And one for all of us who loves us: A little danger! La la la, la la la!
Spirited, confident, dynamic. Rhythmic string layers result in a slow Spirited, confident, dynamic. Rhythmic string layers result in a slow but sturdy momentum. Light percussion goads energy forward, growing in stature. Ambient sequence with trickling percussion and reversed euphoria, moving swiftly into action-packed sequence with industrial percussive sounds and clearer beat. A hero readying themselves for battle, or racing toward a vengeful situation.
Spirited, confident, dynamic. Rhythmic string layers result in a slow Spirited, confident, dynamic. Rhythmic string layers result in a slow but sturdy momentum. Light percussion goads energy forward, growing in stature. Ambient sequence with trickling percussion and reversed euphoria, moving swiftly into action-packed sequence with industrial percussive sounds and clearer beat. A hero readying themselves for battle, or racing toward a vengeful situation. Stripped back underscore version.
Spirited, confident, dynamic. Rhythmic string layers result in a slow Spirited, confident, dynamic. Rhythmic string layers result in a slow but sturdy momentum. Light percussion goads energy forward, growing in stature. A hero readying themselves for battle, or racing toward a vengeful situation. Stripped back underscore version.
Laid-back, uplifting, warm. Playful, jazzy piano is joined by cool Laid-back, uplifting, warm. Playful, jazzy piano is joined by cool electronic beats and confident male vocals. Positive, atmospheric and summery cue. Contemporary, commercial and upbeat pop with expansive, echoing vocals, relaxed swagger and fun, celebratory brass.歌词
Ride wit’ it slide wit’ it mean, Dressed up from head to toe clean, Man I look supreme, Dressed up from head to toe clean.
Expressive, punchy & passionate trap-rock sung in Spanish. Feeling of Expressive, punchy & passionate trap-rock sung in Spanish. Feeling of despair after a high-pressure situation. Male singer, distorted electric guitar, male backing vocals, choir synth, electronic trap-like hi-hat & rock band.歌词
ES:
Ya no aguanto voy a caer
Es mucho peso voy a ceder
Ya no hay tiempo más que perder
El delgado hilo que une se va a romper
Ya no quiero esta sensación
Desechado sin compasión
Y el esfuerzo se desvaneció
Ya no quiero escuchar tu falso perdón
Perdonable
Tu traición como duele
Y tu hacías como que nada pasó
Por todo esto yo me vengaré
Y pensar que yo te ayudé
Pero tornaste mi vida en infierno
Ningún valor o lealtad
Pensaste sólo en ti
En nadie más
Uuuh
Yo me vengaré
Ya no aguanto voy a caer
Es mucho peso voy a ceder
Ya no hay tiempo más que perder
El delgado hilo que une se va a romper
Ya no quiero esta sensación
Desechado sin compasión
Y el esfuerzo se desvaneció
Ya no quiero escuchar tu falso perdón
Pero tu ya verás
Algún día el peso caerá
En tus hombros
Y yo me pregunto
Serás capaz de soportar?
Ya no aguanto voy a caer
Es mucho peso voy a ceder
Ya no hay tiempo más que perder
El delgado hilo que une se va a romper
Voy a caer
Voy a caer
El delgado hilo que une se va a romper
EN:
I can't stand it anymore I'm going to fall
It's too much weight I'm going to give in
There's no more time to lose
The thin thread that binds is going to break
I don't want this feeling anymore
Discarded without mercy
And the effort is gone
I don't want to hear your false forgiveness anymore
Forgivable
Your betrayal as it hurts
And you pretended nothing happened
For all this I'll take my revenge
And to think that I helped you
But you turned my life into hell
No courage or loyalty
You thought only of yourself
No one else
Uuuh
I'll take my revenge
I can't take it anymore I'm going down
It's too much weight I'm gonna give in
There's no more time to lose
The thin thread that binds is going to break
I don't want this feeling anymore
Discarded without mercy
And the effort is gone
I don't want to hear your false forgiveness
But you'll see
Someday the weight will fall
On your shoulders
And I wonder
Will you be able to bear it?
I can't stand it anymore I'm going to fall
It's too much weight I'm gonna give in
There's no more time to lose
The thin thread that binds is gonna snap
Southern hip-hop blues based on a Native-American rhythm. Confident & Southern hip-hop blues based on a Native-American rhythm. Confident & decided. Slide guitar, harmonica @ 0'50 & hip-hop beat. Suggested for road movies & US documentary.
Lofi hip hop / beatmaking. Cool, laidback & almost swagger. Filtered Lofi hip hop / beatmaking. Cool, laidback & almost swagger. Filtered drum & synth. Suggested for lifestyle, daytime TV, shopping & light news.
Fun, energetic, raw. DJ FX set out a fun, party atmosphere, followed Fun, energetic, raw. DJ FX set out a fun, party atmosphere, followed by soulful sample, passionate vocal illustrating an emotive shade amidst the heavy percussion. Classic jungle energy with thumping drums, fast-paced filters and chopped sampling. Drone sub bass plays out a slick sequence, reminiscent of a chaotic dance floor full of people dancing passionately. Clattering snares, rapid sampling and distorting of drums gift a rude, rough energy.
Fun, energetic, raw. DJ FX set out a fun, party atmosphere, followed Fun, energetic, raw. DJ FX set out a fun, party atmosphere, followed by soulful sample, illustrating an emotive shade amidst the growing percussion. Classic jungle energy with skeletal drums, fast-paced filters and chopped sampling. Drone sub bass plays out a slick sequence, reminiscent of a chaotic dance floor full of people dancing passionately. Clattering snares, rapid sampling and distorting of drums gift a rude, rough energy. Instrumental version.
Fun, energetic, raw. DJ FX set out a fun, party atmosphere, followed Fun, energetic, raw. DJ FX set out a fun, party atmosphere, followed by soulful sample, illustrating an emotive shade amidst the growing percussion. Classic jungle energy with skeletal drums, fast-paced filters and chopped sampling. Drone sub bass plays out a slick sequence, reminiscent of a chaotic dance floor full of people dancing passionately. Clattering snares, rapid sampling and distorting of drums gift a rude, rough energy. Stripped back underscore version.
Powerful, infectious, lively. Trumpet samples set out a dancey Powerful, infectious, lively. Trumpet samples set out a dancey energy, leading into confident female vocals singing about music taking control, hypnotic club energy. Commanding sub bass tone, with vocals falling into rhythm. Fun, Latin house vibe from trumpets and melody. Positive party atmosphere, letting the music take away your inhibitions.歌词
The music bout to take control
cos we do it like that
This moments so phenomenal
go and throw it on back
The music bout to take control
cos we do it like that
Uh huh we so phenomenal
go and throw it on back
Moving your body the rhythm it go boom boom
You got em watching you when you walk in the room room
Out on the floor yeah they lovin the way you move move
Moving your body the rhythm it go boom boom
Lets bring the heat like fuego
Come on yeah baby lets go
Just sing a long like eh yo
Your just my type
Lets bring the heat like fuego
Come on yeah baby lets go
I want see those hands up
Thats what I like
Thats what I like
Thats what I like
Thats what I like
Thats what I like
The music bout to take control
cos we do it like that
This moments so phenomenal
go and throw it on back
The music bout to take control
cos we do it like that
Uh huh we so phenomenal
go and throw it on back
Moving your body the rhythm it go boom boom
You got em watching you when you walk in the room room
Out on the floor yeah they lovin the way you move move
Powerful, infectious, lively. Trumpet samples set out a dancey energy Powerful, infectious, lively. Trumpet samples set out a dancey energy with rhythmic vocal samples. Hypnotic club energy from commanding sub bass tone. Fun, Latin house vibe from trumpets and melody. Positive party atmosphere, letting the music take away your inhibitions. Instrumental version.
Powerful, infectious, lively. Trumpet samples set out a dancey energy Powerful, infectious, lively. Trumpet samples set out a dancey energy with rhythmic vocal samples. Hypnotic club energy from commanding sub bass tone. Fun, Latin house vibe from trumpets and melody. Positive party atmosphere, letting the music take away your inhibitions. Stripped back underscore version.
Urgent, determined, rousing. Gritty and building, edging into harder Urgent, determined, rousing. Gritty and building, edging into harder rock but still catchy and driving. Cool electric guitars and powerful drums. Ideal for promos, sports and frenetic editing.
Mysterious, determined, rousing. Stripped back rock bed. Gritty and Mysterious, determined, rousing. Stripped back rock bed. Gritty and building, edging into harder rock but still catchy and driving. Cool electric guitars and powerful drums. Ideal for promos, sports and frenetic editing.