The only things you inspire Are hate and desire I've never felt like this before I'm invisible to your eyes
There's something strange you'll never change But now I can't recognize you anymore You look so wavering And I feel so confuse Please look at me more and more
Tell me what you're looking for Tell me what you're looking for What can I do anymore Just tell me what you're looking for
What can we do about it ? Now, I'm at your feet What are you waiting waiting for I promise you, I'll be wise There's something strange you'll never change But now I can't recognize you anymore You look so wavering And I feel so confuse Please look at me more and more
Tell me what you're looking for Tell me what you're looking for What can I do anymore Just tell me what you're looking for
Indie pop. Intense, determined & positive. Acoustic and electric Indie pop. Intense, determined & positive. Acoustic and electric guitars, harmonica & drums with claps and tambourin.
Flying through the night, We want some more Breathing cloudy smoke Fading by the door We walk hand in hand Screaming together We're your friend, Forever and ever, and ever…
Salsa sung in Spanglish. Festive & lively. Male singer, piano, latin Salsa sung in Spanglish. Festive & lively. Male singer, piano, latin percussion & brass section.
Lyrics
esto es a lo niche, caliche, venite, nos vamos pa los Yores, señores come on.
esto es a lo niche, caliche, venite, nos vamos a lo punta talon, punta talon.
y comenzó vacilon, llegaron los que son, llevando un nuevo sound pa los Yores, oye latino no te asombres, vamo' a hacer desorden, este ritmo lleva mi nombre,
Y ve vo' jabés, movéte movéte, y ve vo' jabés, Mirá cojé,
y ve vo' jabés, movéte movéte, y ve vo' jabés, cuidao y te caés.
hey Cali, What's going on, this is a lo niche, del barrio song, cuero pa' la calle, campaneo básico, Do you feel it ? ti-ti có, ti-ti có.
FR:
Ça c’est à la façon des noirs, “caleninen” Venez !
Nous allons à New-York
Messieurs, venez.
Ça c’est à la façon des noirs, “caleninen” Venez !
Nous allons à New-York,
Messieurs, venez
Nous allons en, pointe, talon, pointe talon
Et la fête a commencé Ceux qui sont venus, y sont
En amenant un nouveau son à New York Hey latino, ne soyez pas surpris
On va faire du désordre Ce rythme porte mon nom
Et tu le sais bien Bouge-toi, bouge-toi Et tu le sais bien Regarde, attrape
Et tu le sais bien Bouge-toi, bouge-toi Et tu le sais bien Regarde, attrape
Fait gaffe, ne tombe pas par terre
Hey Cali
Qu’est ce qui se passe?
Ça c’est à la façon des noirs Chanson du quartier
Cuir pour la rue
Frappement basique de la cloche L'avez-vous ressenti ? Ti ti co, ti ti co
Electro pop. Hypnotic then danceable. Synth, electric guitar, male Electro pop. Hypnotic then danceable. Synth, electric guitar, male singer & rhythm.Lyrics
I found a reason it is the season to light this fire
I go the long way i cannot leave it or make you stay
I got a reason you heard the rumours that light my life
and so with respect im always gonna be on your side on your side again
con lets face it im only trying to delight this way
I wouldn't fake it i need your honour to make this day ok
I never lost it i put it there on the leave it side
I never lost it just wanna fly on the meanest ride meanest ride you know
You don't know what life will bring you , you don't know what comes
You found me wasted you look at me like im burden like
I celebrate it theres always time in the morning light sleeping tight again
we couldn't write this you know we never could write thses words write this down my friend im gonna find it we live eternal in life this time
if you cannot find it i lead you there by the light this time all will shine again
Indie rock. Determined but with a touch of nostalgia. Electric Indie rock. Determined but with a touch of nostalgia. Electric guitar, male singer & rhythm.Lyrics
and will my lips get cold keeping the words untold ? the only sound around : a crack of dry leaves on the ground I always start too late we only have to wait and they all lead to somewhere
turning out the lights I’m looking for a sign I was so wrong choose another game I’m burning in the flame and it’s too long
another burning house I saw it in your eyes we only have to wait and still the moment has to come in between sun and shade don’t leave me burning in the flame and they all lead to somewhere
turning out the lights I’m looking for a sign I was so wrong choose another game I’m burning in the flame and it’s too long give up for love
and I could burn by self-ignition why is our love so strange ? we could be lost by disconnection why do you want to seem so strong ?
everyone alone lost in echo together in a crowded place now ready for a change hold your weapon I wouldn’t get so close to flames everyone alone lost in echo all alone in a crowded place but now I’m lost and I’ve nothing else to say but choose the right game
Explicit Lyrics. Rap. Heavy & cut. Electronics, MC's & rhythm.Lyrics
Heard this one whispered through the cracks in the xylophone Olfactory sensation is of coffee and the styrofoam As for battle raps and who's the dopest Learned to take it lightly like my mother's jew neurosis Prognosis was never be the baron of this rap shit But you know what they say, let them wear it if the cap fit Im rocking mine with pride and style it up Slightly angled to the side, crunk, wilding on the cut Scratch an accapella like a lottery ticket Dug some Donald Byrd out the crate, flipped it Love to make her shake and taste her lipstick The way she flakes the brisket, it really takes the biscuit When I rips it, like a Jedi knight with the force in me Walk the fine line between debauchery and sorcery Microphone magician, construct an algorithm with precision Rhyming Wittgensteinian logician on a mission Wishing upon a star.. Green to the T with the caviar now check the reference Musical allusions in the sessions Plus youthful optimism is itself an act of reverence
Dont get no water on the gremlins Get slaughtered like Lemmings Make 'em board up the Kremlin High treason.. down with the regent
I was harassed and fought like Harrison Ford in that one episode of South Park where he's buried in cock. Blood gushing from his orifice like sherry or port, while all of ya'll just watched like an american sport. Where are your balls? I'm tearing you all a new jap's eye. Rap fly, that is why i carry the torch. The chairman of boards; the ferryman of yachts; the baddest mothafucka that you ever heard, but that ain't your fault. If you had any idea of the mind focus that goes into every word that I write on this peace of paper, you couldn't breathe on the mic, homes. It's the speech Vader teaching you hitting the right tones with my ill voice. You couldn't read me a tight poem if your name was Shakespeare, so retreat or rhyme pwned, bitch! On the real, you believe it's a light joke, kid? You better think again and go find a new rhyme opponent.