Instrumental gospel. Uplifting, dynamic, optimistic & festive in a Instrumental gospel. Uplifting, dynamic, optimistic & festive in a spirit of togetherness. Piano, Hammond organ with Leslie FX & rhythm. Lead electric guitar @ 1'21.
Gospel song from the spiritual repertoire composed by Reverend Gospel song from the spiritual repertoire composed by Reverend Charles Albert Tindley in 1905. "When everything goes wrong, There's troubles in your home Oh, lord, Oh Lord , Stand by me..." Singer, choir, percussion & bass. Instrumental tr-24.Lyrics
African-American spiritual song of the 19th century. "Go, tell it on African-American spiritual song of the 19th century. "Go, tell it on the mountain, Over the hills and everywhere, Go, tell it on the mountain,That Jesus lives again...". Introduction with gospel lead vocal & choir a cappella. Rhythm section & electric guitar @ 0'31. Instrumental tr-30.Lyrics
Chorus
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
Over the hills and everywhere
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
That Jesus Christ is born
Verse 1
While shepherds kept their watching,
Over silent flocks by night
Behold, throughout the heavens,
There shone a holy light
Chorus
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
Over the hills and everywhere
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
That Jesus Christ is born
Verse 2
The shepherds feared and trembled,
When low above the earth
Rang out ,angels chorus that hailed
Our saviours birth
Chorus
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
Over the hills and everywhere
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
That Jesus Christ is born
Chorus as lib
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
Over the hills and everywhere
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
That Jesus Christ is born Go tell it! Go tell it Go tell it! On the mountain
Gospel in a soulful & bluesy mood. Slow tempo. Laid back, fervent & Gospel in a soulful & bluesy mood. Slow tempo. Laid back, fervent & reflective. Lead electric guitar, piano, Hammond organ & rhythm.
Instrumental gospel with a funky/shuffle feel. Medium tempo. Instrumental gospel with a funky/shuffle feel. Medium tempo. Optimistic & uplifting in a spirit of togetherness. Hammond organ, electric guitar & percussion. Lead guitar@ 1'15.
Instrumental gospel with a country touch. Very fast tempo. Energetic, Instrumental gospel with a country touch. Very fast tempo. Energetic, enthusiastic & exuberant. Hammond organ with Leslie FX, piano, electric guitar & rhythm.
Bluesy instrumental gospel. Quiet but determined & full of Bluesy instrumental gospel. Quiet but determined & full of confidence. Piano, Hammond organ with Leslie FX & rhythm.
Famous gospel/folksong known since the second half of the 19th Famous gospel/folksong known since the second half of the 19th century about a plaintive soul on the journey through life "I am a poor wayfering stranger". Moving & sad. Male voice in a soul spirit, chimes & synth layers. Instrumental tr-15.Lyrics
Instrumental gospel. Without tempo. Meditative, quiet & prayerful. Instrumental gospel. Without tempo. Meditative, quiet & prayerful. Solo Hammond organ with Leslie FX.
Classic soul. Warm, soulful & bittersweet song. Fragile male vocals, Classic soul. Warm, soulful & bittersweet song. Fragile male vocals, piano, organ, handclaps & backing vocals. Suggested for romance & family drama.Lyrics
ENG:
I won't battle it up, I'm just gonna let it spill, yeah. I won't cover it up, I'm just gonna let it be seen.
I won't shut my heart out, I'm just gonna let it feel.
Make room for love, joy and pain, all the emotions under the sun.
You don't have to worry that you don't know how I really feel inside.
Just one look at me and you will see that I'm living in the absence of cool.
The absence of cool.
Ain't nothing cool about me.
I won't sing for the cool, never for the lights, flash or that blue
I'll sing two happy times to follow all those crazy times, but most of all I'll sing too.
I won't bottle it up, I'm just gonna let it spill, yeah.
Just one look at me and you will see that I'm living in the absence of cool.
Absence of cool, oh yeah, do -do -do -do.
I won't bottle it up, no, no.
I'm just gonna let it spill.
Make a room for love, joy and good health so I can live to rip the seeds I saw.
I won't shut my heart's out. I'm just gonna let it feel.
Make room for love, joy and pain, all the emotions under the sun.
I won't bottle it up. I'm just gonna let it spill, yeah.
Just one look at me and you will see that I'm living in the absence of cool, absence of cool.
Ain't nothing cool about me, that don't bother me one bit. No, no, no, no
Ain't nothing cool about me. Ain't nothing cool about me. Ain't nothing cool about me. Ain't nothing cool about me.
FR:
Je ne vais pas le garder pour moi, je vais juste le laisser couler, ouais.
Je ne vais pas le cacher, je vais juste le laisser se voir.
Je ne vais pas fermer mon cœur, je vais juste le laisser ressentir.
Faire de la place pour l’amour, la joie et la douleur, toutes les émotions sous le soleil.
Tu n’as pas à t'inquiéter, tu ne sais peut-être pas vraiment ce que je ressens à l'intérieur.
Un seul regard sur moi et tu verras que je vis dans l'absence de cool.
L'absence de cool.
Il n’y a rien de cool chez moi.
Je ne chanterai pas pour être cool, jamais pour les lumières, les flashs ou ce bleu.
Je chanterai des moments heureux après tous ces moments fous, mais surtout je chanterai aussi.
Je ne vais pas le garder pour moi, je vais juste le laisser couler, ouais.
Un seul regard sur moi et tu verras que je vis dans l'absence de cool.
Absence de cool, oh ouais, do-do-do-do.
Je ne vais pas le garder pour moi, non, non.
Je vais juste le laisser couler.
Faire de la place pour l'amour, la joie et la bonne santé pour que je puisse vivre pour récolter les graines que j’ai semées.
Je ne vais pas fermer mon cœur. Je vais juste le laisser ressentir.
Faire de la place pour l’amour, la joie et la douleur, toutes les émotions sous le soleil.
Je ne vais pas le garder pour moi. Je vais juste le laisser couler, ouais.
Un seul regard sur moi et tu verras que je vis dans l'absence de cool, absence de cool.
Il n’y a rien de cool chez moi, ça ne me dérange même pas un peu. Non, non, non, non.
Il n’y a rien de cool chez moi. Il n’y a rien de cool chez moi. Il n’y a rien de cool chez moi. Il n’y a rien de cool chez moi.
Folksong that became popular during the social movements of the 50s Folksong that became popular during the social movements of the 50s and 60s. Also known as Bahamian Lullaby. "All my trials, Lord, Soon be over." Lead vocal & choir in a gospel spirit. Organ @ 0'55. Percussion & ebow guitar @ 1'23. Instrumental tr-27.Lyrics
New Jack Swing. 90s R'n'B. Slow, groovy, bright, sensual, sentimental New Jack Swing. 90s R'n'B. Slow, groovy, bright, sensual, sentimental & rhythmic. Female singer, lyrics about love, chimes, drum machine, bass, guitar & clap. Suggested for fashion, romance & teen culture in a 90s mood.
Alternate version of tr-13 in an Americana spirit. Swaying & Alternate version of tr-13 in an Americana spirit. Swaying & carefree. Lead slide Dobro, rhythm section, claps & baritone guitar @ 1'05.
☆ Nominated "Best Social Justice / Impact" @Mark Awards US 2025 ☆ ☆ Nominated "Best Social Justice / Impact" @Mark Awards US 2025 ☆ Classic soul. Inspirational, catchy & soulful song. Warm male singer, delicate piano, groovy bass, handclaps & soft backing vocals. Break with humming vocals @ 1’43. Suggested for romantic comedies, family movies, advertising.Lyrics
ENG:
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
I'm a black --- a black sister, black mother, black woman.
How many times do I have to cry over you, my black son, black brother, black father?
If the heart stacked against you not enough
How do you forget all the pain endured by my foremothers, forefathers and ancestors?
Mmm, mmm, mmmmmm.
I cry for black girls, black boys, growing up without fathers.
You are the muse of my blues I hate when you called and no good dirt beats heart breaker. Mmm.
For the sake of our love tread the righteous road
You only have a man when behind closed bars I cry I need you home and free with me.
Mmm, mmm, mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Kudos to all my strong black brothers and a freedom road.
Thank you for all your contribution to my world.
Who would have thought you'd be king in a land where once our ancestors were but sold enslaved my love.
Who are black brothers? Who are black brothers?
Who are black men? Who are black brothers?
I say, who are black brothers, who are black men?
FR:
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
Je suis une ---, une sœur noire, une mère noire, une femme noire.
Combien de fois dois-je pleurer pour toi, mon fils noir, frère noir, père noir ?
Si le cœur empilé contre toi ne suffit pas
Comment peux-tu oublier toute la douleur endurée par mes aïeux, ancêtres et prédécesseurs ?
Mmm, mmm, mmmmmm.
Je pleure pour les filles noires, les garçons noirs, grandissant sans père.
Tu es la muse de mon blues, je déteste quand tu as appelé et que ce sale cœur briseur bat encore. Mmm.
Pour l'amour de notre amour, marche sur la route droite.
Tu es seulement un homme lorsque tu es enfermé, je pleure, j'ai besoin de toi à la maison, libre et avec moi.
Mmm, mmm, mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Bravo à tous mes frères noirs forts et à une route vers la liberté.
Merci pour toutes vos contributions à mon monde.
Qui aurait cru que tu serais roi dans un pays où autrefois nos ancêtres étaient vendus comme esclaves, mon amour.
Qui sont les frères noirs ? Qui sont les frères noirs ?
Qui sont les hommes noirs ? Qui sont les frères noirs ?
Je demande, qui sont les frères noirs, qui sont les hommes noirs ?
