Paroles ... Ballade pop/folk. Inspiré & mélancolique. Voix de femme, guitare ...Ballade pop/folk. Inspiré & mélancolique. Voix de femme, guitare acoustique & rythmique.
Solo de violon @ 3'01.
The clouds are brightShadows are weakHurdles disappear Smooth are my handsMy lifelines changeThey seem to expand What is this scene?Where my voice screamsThis is happiness Hills are glowingIs this still real life? Sheltered in our loveLike sparrows in their groveYou will always beMy only familyMy superior world Your thousand laughsEchoe and spread Music in my head Within our heartsWords are flyingStrangely different How come our fears Their raging noiseAre now fading out? We are one bloodWe are just one soul Sheltered in our loveLike sparrows in their groveYou will always beMy only familyMy superior world
Paroles ... Neo cold wave. Electronic Body Music (EBM). Entrainant, rythmé, ...Neo cold wave. Electronic Body Music (EBM). Entrainant, rythmé, mélodieux & positif. Boite à rythme, arpeggiator, nappes de synthé, synthétiseurs & vocal masculin.
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You Came for me
In the Dark
With sportswear Jacket
Without said any word
A Cell phone against your ears
Itʼs Quiet and cold here
I am not afraid of You
The footsteps are slow
Nobody wants to leave the place
Nobody wants to leave
Theres a girl
Who is speaking on the phone
She says …
« I come for you »
Nobody wants to leave
Paroles ... Alternative R&B. Sensuel, atmosphérique, nocturne & déterminé. ...Alternative R&B. Sensuel, atmosphérique, nocturne & déterminé. Chanson exprimant un sentiment de lutte intérieure, de confrontation avec les aspects sombres et cachés de la vie, ainsi que la recherche d'identité et de sens. Chanteur, synthé & rythmique.
Burn the sages
New chapter in my life tear out all the pages
I’m losing all my mind I’m trying to face it
Skeletons in my closet turn into a basement
All my deep and darkest secrets
I hide away cause no one can keep it no
My soul been reeking no
My soul been bleeding
I just gotta climb to the top I just gotta know who I am
Darkest fears really hit the spot
I’m noticing my life’s out of hand
Reflect on myself
I’ve been running from my shadows
Hypnotized by the ceiling I know
Contemplating who I am
I’m trapped in my memories
Past life yeah its haunting me
So would you let me be
Yeah would you let me be
Cause I'm trapped in my memories
I lost my dignity
My mind won't let me free
My conscience tortures me
Set me free
I'm victim to my own thoughts
And I'm digging my own grave
Who gon’ listen
Life got me in a position
And I'm drowning thinking about holding on
And I'm running
Thinking I outran it all
But I come right back to my problems
And I know that I try
I'm feeling I'm all out of options
I feel dead all inside but I gotta fight
Reflect on my self I've been running from my shadows
Hypnotized by the ceiling I know
Contemplating who I am
A constant fear of failure which compromise the discovery of the golden thought
Welcome to the chaos of my paranoid picture
I’d never blame you if you run
I’m there, waiting for you
To just come and watch the countdown with me
Oh the stars are waiting for us
To just come and watch the countdown with me
Standing braving eternity
Our souls sails in the cosmos
Beyond physical gravity
Nos âmes régulent cette osmose
Joe is walkingUnder city lightsJohn is longingFor one more sleepless night Well he’s, at the fenceReady for the fightThere is one more chanceFor him to do right Refrain‘Cause Joe’s on a questTo find his museHe needs a love nestTo blind his bluesJoe’s Blues Well Joe is hopingThat luck is on his sideNow, just one more drinkWill help him to get wild Refrain‘Cause Joe’s on a questTo find his museHe needs a love nestTo blind his bluesJoe’s Blues
Paroles ... Trip Hop avec consonance asiatique. Mutin, étrange, & arty. ...Trip Hop avec consonance asiatique. Mutin, étrange, & arty. Chanteuse, claviers, shamisen & percussions électroniques.
You must live with this pain and soon my heart you received and death blow all the time you fight in vain and soon my words full of hanger and sorrow
you my bloodyful heart you know the world like me no like my brain I'm so tired You my bloodyful heart you know the melody You can't leave 'cause I'm not human
my heart drumped in his own blood and soon overwelmed by the weather I'm so in love You must try to explode and soon take, take this weapon I'm so in love
you my bloodyful heart you know, now I'm hungry 'cos my brain doesn't hangry you my bloodyful heart know you must fight for me you can win be my liberty
you my bloodyful heart you know the world like me no like my brain I'm so tired You my bloodyful heart you know the melody You can't leave 'cause I'm not human
I'M SO HAPPY WHEN I'M ALONE I'm so happy when I'm alone I'm so happy when I'm alone I'm so happy when I'm alone I'm so happy when I'm alone I'm so happy when I'm alone I'm so happy when I'm alone Now I need a candlelight I'm so happy when I'm alone Make a thousand dreams tonight I'm so happy when I'm alone Now I need a candlelight I'm so happy when I'm alone Make a thousand dreams tonight
Paroles ... Indie rock. Intro aux synthétiseurs dans un esprit psyché & ...Indie rock. Intro aux synthétiseurs dans un esprit psyché & rêveur, évoluant avec une voix féminine, batterie, clavier, guitare acoustique & basse.
ROBIN HOOD If you know where Robin Hood is dead you got to put some silver roses on his grave Tell him everybody knows his name But a name is not enough to stop the pain A name is not enough to kill the pain If you meet some Robin Hood today you got to keep the fire burning in his hand Put some little candles on his way and see a million stars shining bright again and see a million stars shining bright again If you become Robin Hood some day I wish your wings will bring you to the end Time is long for people in the shade Because these hundred years were not enough to share Because these hundred years were not enough to share Because these hundred years were not enough to share
Paroles ... Rap chinois. Nostalgique & introspectif. Chanté en Chinois Mandarin. ...Rap chinois. Nostalgique & introspectif. Chanté en Chinois Mandarin. Une chanson à propos de la solitude: "Je ne sais pas quand j'ai commencé à me sentir seul...".
I don't know when I became lonely Born in 1990, looking for a way out at 30 I don't know when I started to become lonely I understand that if you want to love, you must give Still looking for a home friends are growing up fast Time becomes a rope and strangles me Only my spiritual pillar is left regret regret always confused I don't know when I became lonely I don't know when I became lonely I don't know when I became lonely I don't know when I became lonely
solitude and time connect in a long line Like a lonely boat deviating from its course run away from parents Now want to be able to sit next to them Chatting or eating supper Can spend the Lantern Festival with the girl I love Really don't have to sing lonely shit alone If time can be turned back, even if we meet only once life starts to get better Sincerity has become less and less feelings become bad I'm really mad Only memories and rhymes remain the night just talking about you When the whole atmosphere becomes special chill Only to realize that life is not enough Maybe persistence can undo the curse of loneliness oh not helpless oh try to accept
I don't know when I became lonely Born in 1990, looking for a way out at 30 I don't know when I started to become lonely I understand that if you want to love, you must give Still looking for a home friends are growing up fast Time becomes a rope and strangles me Only my spiritual pillar is left regret regret always confused I don't know when I became lonely I don't know when I became lonely I don't know when I became lonely I don't know when I became lonely
I don't often call when I leave my hometown I can't say I'm disappointed. Don't say disappointment, tell yourself that you are powerful Life needs to experience growth to make you change Those who remember me will always remember Those who don’t remember will always forget that there is always a parting Anyway, you can't be strong and you can't be weak Life goes on, maybe or? (so what) past a childish age time to calm down Sometimes the firm belief of the past tense is really missing Technology is very advanced, people's hearts are not that closed anymore like before feeling upset no one even talks Maybe loneliness is just looking at the stars alone Dreams are all on paper Sincere words are often hard to hear
oh it's not hopeless oh try to accept 不知从何时起开始变的孤独90年出生在找30岁的出路不知何时起开始变的孤独明白了要爱就必须得付出还在寻找归宿朋友们都飞速时间变成绳子把我都勒住只剩下我的精神支柱后悔后悔总是糊涂不知从何时起开始变的孤独不知从何时起开始变的孤独不知从何时起开始变的孤独不知从何时起开始变的孤独 孤独和时间连成一条长线像是一片孤舟偏离了航线小时候逃离父母的身边现在又想能够坐在他们旁边聊聊天或是吃宵夜能和爱的女孩过元宵节真的不用独自在唱lonely shit如果时光能够倒流哪怕见一面生活开始变的越来越好真情实意却变的越来越少感情变的蹩脚真心的都被气跑只留下回忆还有残留韵脚the night Just talking about you当整个气氛都变的特别chill才意识到人生都还没活够也许坚持才能解开孤独的魔咒oh 不是没了救oh 试着去接受 不知从何时起开始变的孤独90年出生在找30岁的出路不知何时起开始变的孤独明白了要爱就必须得付出还在寻找归宿朋友们都飞速时间变成绳子把我都勒住只剩下我的精神支柱后悔后悔总是糊涂不知从何时起开始变的孤独不知从何时起开始变的孤独不知从何时起开始变的孤独不知从何时起开始变的孤独 离开了家乡也不常打电话就这么走了说不上失望吧别说失望话告诉自己力量大人生需要经历成长使你大变化记得我的人总会记得不记得的也总会忘记总有割舍反正做不了强者也不做弱者日子还是过着也许是或者？（so what）过了幼稚的年纪时间磨平闲心有时候真的少了过去时的那份坚信科技都很先进 人心 却不在接近感情产生了烦心甚至没人谈心可能孤独就是一个人看繁星梦想都在纸上谈兵真心的话往往也会难听 oh不是没了救oh试着去接受
Paroles ... Déterminé, exaltant mais sensuel & sentimental. Synthé, chanteuse ...Déterminé, exaltant mais sensuel & sentimental. Synthé, chanteuse & rythmique.
Today, it’s tuesday, And I’m getting out, Instead of crying, crying, Crying in my bed.
Outside, it’s cold, My hands are shivering. You are in front of me. I’m telling you, after many years, All my love. And that you made me suffer. Yesterday, it was tuesday, I told you all I can, And now I’m free.
Yeah, it was outside, in the cold, You were in front of me. I’m telling you, after many years All my love. And you said nothing.
Paroles ... Popular Latin-American traditional song arranged as a rock ballad. ...Popular Latin-American traditional song arranged as a rock ballad. Sung in Spanish. Nostalgic, moving & introspective. Male singer, acoustic guitar, violin & drums @ 2'25. Female singer @ 2'45.
ES:
No sé que tienen las flores
Las flores del campo santo
No sé que tienen las flores
Las flores del campo santo
Que cuando las mueve el viento
Parece que están llorando
A un santo cristo de fierro (llorona)
Mis penas le conté yo
A un santo cristo de fierro, llorona
Mis penas le conté yo
Y cuales serían mis penas, llorona
Que el santo cristo lloró
Y cuales serían mis penas, llorona
Que el santo cristo lloró
Hay de mi llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío
Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío
Dicen que no tengo duelo
Porque no me ven llorar
Dicen que no tengo duelo, llorona
Porque no me ven llorar
Hay muertos que no hacen ruido
Y es más grande su penar
Hay muertos que no hacemos ruido
Y es más grande mi penar
No creas que porque canto (llorona)
Tengo el corazón alegre
No creas que porque canto, llorona
Tengo el corazón alegre
También de dolor se canta, llorona
Cuando llorar no se puede
También de dolor se canta, llorona
Cuando llorar no se puede
Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío
EN:
I don't know what's wrong with the flowers
The flowers of the holy field
I don't know what's wrong with the flowers
The flowers of the holy field
That when the wind moves them
They seem to be crying
To a holy iron Christ (Llorona (weeping woman))
I told my sorrows
To a holy iron christ, Llorona
I told my sorrows
And how great were my sorrows, Llorona
That the holy Christ wept
And how great were my sorrows, Llorona
That the holy Christ wept
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold
And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold
They say I don't grieve
Because they don't see me cry
They say I don't grieve, Llorona
Because they don't see me cry
There are dead people who don't make a noise
Yet their sorrow is greater
There are dead people whom we don't make a noise
Yet my sorrow is greater
Don't think that because I sing (Llorona)
I have a happy heart
Don't think that because I sing, Llorona
I have a happy heart
Also from pain one sings, Llorona
When one cannot cry
Also from pain one sings, Llorona
When we cannot cry
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold
Paroles ... 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.
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
Paroles ... Intimate, patient & tender soft-pop sung in Spanish. There's nothing ...Intimate, patient & tender soft-pop sung in Spanish. There's nothing worse than loneliness. Female singer, snaps, electric guitar & electronic percussion. Arpeggiator @ 2'03.
ES:
sé que a veces me quieres matar
pero soy para ti
no es algo que pueda negar
incluso en lo malo repetiría mil veces
la jugada magistral
sentarme contigo en el respaldo del banco
sentarme contigo para verte suspirar
que me cuentes to' lo malo que has pasado
para coger hilo y ponerme a enmendar
es una suerte sentir tus trances
y ver a tus ojos pedirme un bellaqueo en el portal
en la cama en la que me dijiste
que sin mi la vida es un espejo sin cristal
el objetivo de la vida es una espiral
pero dar vueltas juntas no está mal, no está mal
lo bueno es que siempre nos vamos a encontrar
y aunque el amor real no duela muchas veces sienta mal
es el ciclo vital
con la mente así de fría no puedo pensar
el color dorado de tu cara frente al mar
y nadar pegada a ti como la luz a un portal
no es un amor platónico porque no es ideal
lo que no duele muere una verdad universal
me quedo contigo nena me quedo contigo
y con tu tabaco de liar
tal vez sea un bulto creo que es mi alma
te la doy entera en una palma
te toco las palmas y te intento cantar
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
tal vez sea un bulto creo que es mi alma
te la doy entera en una palma
te toco las palmas y te intento cantar
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
que la soledad
que la soledad
que la soledad
EN:
I know that sometimes you want to kill me
but I am for you
it's not something I can deny
even in the bad I would repeat a thousand times
the masterful move
to sit with you on the back of the bench
to sit with you and watch you sigh
to tell me all the bad things you've gone through
to pick up the thread and start to make amends
it's lucky to feel your trances
and to see your eyes asking me to fool around in the doorway
in the bed where you told me
that without me life is a mirror without glass
the goal of life is a spiral
but going around together is not bad, it's not bad
the good thing is that we'll always find each other
and even if real love doesn't hurt it often feels bad
it's the life cycle
with a mind this cold I can't think
the golden color of your face in front of the sea
and swim glued to you like light to a portal
it's not a platonic love because it's not ideal
what doesn't hurt dies, its a universal truth
I'm staying with you baby I'm staying with you
and with your rolling tobacco
maybe it's a lump i think it's my soul
I give it all to you in one palm
I touch your palms and I try to sing to you
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
maybe it's a lump i think it's my soul
I give it all to you in one palm
I touch your palms and I try to sing to you
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
than loneliness
than loneliness
than loneliness
Loneliness –
Ain't no coward's friend;
For folks like me though
It's a constant.
Something I know,
Something I can lean on,
Something to hold,
When everyone else is gone.
I was lucky to have you,
We laid side by side.
Glad when you said hello,
I was glad when you said goodbye.
Honey, I – I ain't got no fear.
Been ‘round and ‘round,
And I've seen many a tear.
And you and I,
We are free
And we run.
You're gonna have to get real strong,
If ya gonna sing this song.
Find your bravery –
If yer gonna go it alone.
Oh, in a little while,
You're just gonna "be".
Take it from someone wild,
Oh it's good to be free!
Honey, I – I ain't got no fear.
Been ‘round and ‘round,
And I've seen many a tear.
And you and I,
We are free
And we run.
Paroles ... Rock alternatif. Dark, inexorable & & émouvant. Progression ...Rock alternatif. Dark, inexorable & & émouvant. Progression constante. Outro intense avec choristes @ 3'30. Groupe rock avec chanteuse & piano.
You and I used to meet on the crowded street;
High on absinthe and all distilled so sweet.
Under a doorway lit by a single bulb:
You asked me if I could give you my love.
Sir I cannot give what I do not feel –
So don't ask and ask you wax me ill.
Yet, I should think there a girl
who might take pity on you –
Who'd love you like you know
I could never do.
Nell or Nan won't give you trouble
like you know I would;
Their love is free, which I'm sure you deserve.
Now, let's shake hands and
call ourselves “friend”.
For all things start and
all things must end.
I shall say our time together was
that most pleasant.
Remember me well and
harbor no resentment.
But why you go ‘round and say
that I have no heart?
It don't make sense
– you want what you say I ain't got.
C’mon, now, sir.
Now, I said I could not love you
and that I mean.
Ain't no man gonna put a rope around me.
Ain't no man gonna put a rope around me.
She ain't said never better wait and see.
Ain't no man gonna put a rope around me.
She ain't said never better wait and see.
