Cinematic jazz. Walking, wandering, nocturnal & relaxed but with a Cinematic jazz. Walking, wandering, nocturnal & relaxed but with a touch of mystery. Double bass, female vocal, régular, cowbell & xylophone. In the spirit of the retro dectective movies & French crime comedies.
Hypnotic, punchy & bouncy kwaito sung in Zulu & English. Love is Hypnotic, punchy & bouncy kwaito sung in Zulu & English. Love is amazing ! Male & female singer, female backing vocals, synth, saxophone, marimba, shaker, African & electronic percussion. Break @ 1'39.Lyrics
ZU:
Uthando oluthle
Olu mangazayo
Lu u banzi
Futhi lu julile
Lu ya mangaza
Uthando
Uthando oluthle
Olu mangazayo
Lu u banzi
Futhi lu julile
Lu ya mangaza
Uthando
Uthando
Uthando
Uthando
Uthando
Uthando
Ngi no thando
Uthando
Ngi no thando
Uthando
Ngi no thando
Uthando
Ngi no thando
Just give me your love
Just give your heart
Ngi no thando
Ngi no thando
Just give me your love
I'll give you my love
Give me your heart
I'll give you my heart
(Uthando
Uthando
Your heart
Your heart)
Mina nawe sonke
Sonke siyafana
Mina nawe sonke
Sonke siyafana
Good love
Love is amazing It’s wide
It goes deep
It comes as a miracle
Love Good love
Love is amazing It’s wide
It goes deep
It comes as a miracle
This love, this love
Good love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love,
Yes, I have the love
Love,
Yes, I have the love
Love,
Yes, I have the love
Love,
Yes, I have the love
Just give me your love
Just give your heart
Yes, I have the love
Yes, I have the love
Just give me your love
I'll give you my love
Give me your heart
I'll give you my heart
(Love
Love
Your heart
Your heart)
You and I, us
We are the same
You and I, us
We are the same
Let us come together, all of us
Can’t we have peace and happiness
Let us come together, all of us
Can’t we have peace and happiness
(Ahhh)
Work song in a gospel/blues spirit. Inspired & meditative. Humming Work song in a gospel/blues spirit. Inspired & meditative. Humming blues vocal, percussion, banjo @ 0'25, choir & drums @ 0'48. Mandolin @ 1'12. Instrumental tr-23.
Neutral version. Exotic, on hold, suspended & resonant bed. Hang drum Neutral version. Exotic, on hold, suspended & resonant bed. Hang drum solo with delay & echo effect. Suggested for rainforest & wildlife.
Joyful, smiling, bouncy & carefree. Male singer, music hall Joyful, smiling, bouncy & carefree. Male singer, music hall orchestra, string ensemble, brass & rhythm. In the spirit of the Broadway musicals of the 30s & 40s.Lyrics
THE STEELWORKER
Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega
Hip Hop perched up on a beam
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as I seem
Sitting on a cloud
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York
Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! Up to the next floor.
Working for my pay
Like any other guy
Just another day
For cowboys in the sky
Down there tryin’ to make a buck
I ran out of luck
Man I hardly got to eat
Just a bum on the street
Up here I’m the guy to meet
I’m mister Rockefeller
Hip Hop sitting on a cloud
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as a clam
Betcha life I am
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York
Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! We’re going up
Up to the top floor.
Joyful, bouncy, lively & carefree show song. Ochestra, string Joyful, bouncy, lively & carefree show song. Ochestra, string ensemble, brass, lead trombone @ 0'34 & rhythm. In the spirit of Broadway musicals of the 30s & 40s.
Children. Family Life. Childish & peaceful. Music box, marimba, Children. Family Life. Childish & peaceful. Music box, marimba, clarinet & string quartet @ 0'48. Suggested for Christmas souvenir & family life.
Italiano: A Londra sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Londra sono stato a mangiare un po’ di gnocchi. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, dei gnocchi cosi cotti, Che sembrano cemento! A Parigi sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Parigi sono stato a mangiare maccheroni. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Tre scarsi maccheroni, che del gusto solo l’ombra! Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma !Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso. A Pechino loro fanno, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Pechino loro fanno Stranissimi spaghetti. Mangiar con le bacchette, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Ma mangiar con le bacchette, c'è da diventar matto! A Miami ho ordinato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Miami ho ordinato Pesto e parmigiano. E che mi hanno portato? Mamma mia, Mamma mia, E che mi hanno portato? Ketchup e coca cola!Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.
Français: Je suis allé à Londres, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Londres manger des gnocchis.Le chef m’a servi, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Des gnocchis tellement cuits,Qu’on aurait dit du ciment. Je suis allé à Paris, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Paris manger des maccheronis.Le chef m’a servit, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Trois pauvres maccheronis, qui n’avait que l’ombre de leur goût ! Ah Mamma mia, tes pâtesAux tomates,Personne ne sait la faireAvec ta sauce aux piments.Des raviolis, des tortellinis,Et l’huile d’olive,De maman, Mamma mia, je suis au paradis A Pekin il font, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Pekin il fontD’étranges spaghettis.Manger avec les baguettes, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Mais manger avec les baguettes, c’est à devenir fou
A Miami j’ai commandé, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Miami j’ai commandé,Du pesto et du parmesan.Et qu’est-ce qu’ils m’ont apporté ?Du ketchup et du coca cola !!
English: I went to London, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to London and ate gnocchi.The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Gnocchi so overcookedYou’d have thought it was cement. I went to Paris Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to Paris and ate maccheroni, The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Three poor maccheroni, a pale shadow. Ah !Mamma mia,
your pastaWith tomatoes,No one, can make it your spicy sauceMamma’s ravioli, tortellini,And olive oilMamma mia I am in heaven In Peking they make Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Peking they make strange spaghettiTo eat with chopsticks,
Mamma mia, Mamma mia,But to eat with chopsticks is to go crazy. In Miami I ordered Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Miami I orderedPesto and parmesan.And what did they bring me?Ketchup and a Coca cola!!