Typical Cuban Son music of the 40's. Pure & uplifting. Tiple, double Typical Cuban Son music of the 40's. Pure & uplifting. Tiple, double bass & percussion. (Cuba)
"A simple French song about ""infinitesimally small & infinitely "A simple French song about ""infinitesimally small & infinitely grand"". Female voice and guitar."歌词
Dans un seul grain de sable il y a le Sahara Et dans une simple goutte il y a tout l'océan Dans une feuille d'érable il y a le Canada
L'infiniment petit c'est l'infiniment grand
Dans un petit glaçon il y a tout l'Antartique Et dans un courant d'air il y a les ouragans Dans un quart de soupir il y a toute la musique
L'infiniment petit c'est l'infiniment grand
C'est comme ça
c'est la vie à travers un microscope ou à travers un téléscope c'est du pareil au même des boules tournent autour de boules qui tournent de boules qui tournent
Dans un seul petit mot il y a toutes les histoires Dans un éclat de rire il y a tout les enfants Dans un le regard d'un homme il y a tout les espoirs
L'infiniment petit c'est l'infiniment grand L'infiniment petit c'est l'infiniment grand
Evocation of childhood. Like a nursery rhyme with an Asian touch. Evocation of childhood. Like a nursery rhyme with an Asian touch. Innocent, sensitive, delicate & serene. Solo piano. Suggested for early childhood learning sessions & gentle storytelling.
Indie folk. Childish, hypnotising & mysterious with an Asian touch. Indie folk. Childish, hypnotising & mysterious with an Asian touch. Glockenspiel, sampled vocals, pizzicati & rhythm. Ideal for childhood, magic show, dreams & animation movies.
Restrained, pensive & solemn but with a note of hope. Cello, violin, Restrained, pensive & solemn but with a note of hope. Cello, violin, piano & electronics.
Vigorous, relentless & imposing reggaeton-trailer Sung in Spanish. No Vigorous, relentless & imposing reggaeton-trailer Sung in Spanish. No time to rest, no room for failure; when it comes to competition, I have no limits. Male rapper, male backing vocal, male adlibs, synth, riser FX, Latin & electronic percussion.歌词
ES:
No dejen que le' engañe la apariencia
Siento como notan mi presencia
Vengo duro, a lo strong
Vengo a meterles presión
Si siempre gano no me guarden rencor
Aunque me cueste mucho sudor
Voy a llegar hasta donde quiero
Voy a entrenar duro para ser el campeón
Como Messi, Rafa Nadal o McGregor
Es la dopamina que mi cuerpo genera
Es una explosión que despliega
Y se siente pla pla pla
Y yo vine aquí a competir
No tengo mucho que decir
Me voy a preparar pa' llegar arriba
Pa' llegar arriba
Pa' llegar arriba
Pa' llegar arriba
Duro duro le voy a meter
No existe el descanso, no existe el fracaso, no
Ninguno tumba mi resistencia
No tengo limites dice mi demencia
Duro duro le voy a meter
No existe el descanso, no existe el fracaso, no
Ninguno tumba mi resistencia
No tengo limites dice mi demencia
3,2,1 YA!
Vamos a comenzar a sudar
Hay que estar arriba pa' cuando llegue el momento
Todas las bocas callar
Que nadie nunca diga nada malo
Quiero saber hasta donde puedo llegar
Quiero exigirme mas
Saber si estoy hecho de algún material
Porque esta fuerza que yo tengo no es normal
Esto es duro, pero es un soporte
Si tu te pierdes encuentras el norte
Ya estoy listo para la acción
Ahora solo quiero deporte
Duro duro le voy a meter
No existe el descanso, no existe el fracaso, no
Ninguno tumba mi resistencia
No tengo limites dice mi demencia
Duro duro le voy a meter
No existe el descanso, no existe el fracaso, no
Ninguno tumba mi resistencia
No tengo limites dice mi demencia
10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1...
Let's go!
Sport!
EN:
Don't let appearances deceive you
I feel how they notice my presence
I come hard, like a strong force
I come to put pressure on them
If I always win, don't hold a grudge against me
Even if it costs me a lot of sweat
I'm going to reach where I want to
I'm going to train hard to be the champion
Like Messi, Rafa Nadal, or McGregor
It's the dopamine that my body generates
It's an explosion that unfolds
And it feels like pla pla pla
And I came here to compete
I don't have much to say
I'm going to prepare myself to reach the top
To reach the top
To reach the top
To reach the top
Hard, hard, I'm going to push
There's no rest, there's no failure, no
None can break my resistance
I have no limits, says my insanity
Hard, hard, I'm going to push
There's no rest, there's no failure, no
None can break my resistance
I have no limits, says my insanity
3,2,1 GO!
Let's start sweating
We have to be ready for when the moment comes
It silences all mouths
So that no one ever says anything bad
I want to know how far I can go
I want to demand more from myself
To know if I'm made of some kind of material
Because this strength I have is not normal
This is tough, but it's a support
If you get lost, you find the north
I'm ready for action now
Now I just want the sport
Hard, hard, I'm going to push
There's no rest, there's no failure, no
None can break my resistance
I have no limits, says my insanity
Hard, hard, I'm going to push
There's no rest, there's no failure, no
None can break my resistance
I have no limits, says my insanity
Neo soul chinese rap. Slow & balanced. Chill, elegant, smooth & Neo soul chinese rap. Slow & balanced. Chill, elegant, smooth & sensual. Rappers, electronic keyboards, sampled female vocals, electric guitar & drum machine. Suggested for fashion show, Fashion collection presentation & street art.歌词
Beipai Worldwide
从小到大都是这些音乐，陪着我
I wanna feel it alrightSo getting smoking all night奇怪的崇拜又害怕失败我想和我的北派worldwideI wanna feel it alrightSo getting smoking all night奇怪的崇拜又害怕失败我想和我的北派woroldwide
So feel it
So fee it
不敢相信，一切都在发生恶魔他在我生命里扎根为了不会鄙视再次加深就算我变成大家都恨的拉登音乐不分三六九等甘心的人 也不分新旧我知道陪我走到这里不变是本真不知道要怎么评价不停地反抗又不停听话
It’s always been these music, since I was young,
By my sideI wanna feel it alrightSo getting smoking all nightStrange admiration and fear of failureI want to be with my beipai for a worldwide
Can’t believe this, everthing is happeningThe devil takes root in my lifeIn oder not to despise to deepen again
Even if I become the Laden everyone hates
Music is not divided into different grades,
People who are willing do not distinguish between old and newI know it’s true to accompany me to this placeI dont know how to evaluateI keep resisting, and I keep obedient.
Well-known 19th century minstrel folksong composed by Stephen Foster. Well-known 19th century minstrel folksong composed by Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susanna, Don't you cry for me, ‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee...". Male country singer, guitare, banjo, slide dobro & rythmique. Instrumental tr-28 & 29.歌词
Verse 1
Well I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see
It rained all night the day I left
The weather it was dry
Sun so hot I froze to death
Susanna, don't you cry
Chorus
Oh, Susanna
Don't you cry for me
‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee
Verse 2
I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I dreamed I saw my girl Susanne
She was coming around the hill
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth
A tear was in her eye
I said I come from Dixie girl
Suzanna, don't you cry
Chorus
Oh, Susanna
Now, don't you cry for me
‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee
Yeah Oh, Susanna
Now, don't you cry for me
‘Cause I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee
Narrative, discontinued & questionning. Electric keyboard, light Narrative, discontinued & questionning. Electric keyboard, light percussion & textures. Suggested for social drama & human stories.
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
