Suspenseful, determined, intriguing. Bright, energetic synth Suspenseful, determined, intriguing. Bright, energetic synth arpeggiator is joined by reflective, thoughtful saxophone and mysterious string sustains. Light, propulsive drums join, with the strings ebbing and flowing, increasing in tense discordance, bringing a sense of urgency with brooding deep bass melodies. This comes to a dramatic head at 02:07, heralding an enigmatic, investigative and confident final section and hypnotic outro. Mesmerising and cinematic contemporary jazz.
Suspenseful, determined, intriguing. Stripped back underscore Suspenseful, determined, intriguing. Stripped back underscore version. Bright, energetic synth arpeggiator is joined by mysterious string sustains. Light, propulsive drums join with brooding saxophone as the strings ebb and flow, increasing in tense discordance, bringing a sense of urgency. This comes to a dramatic head at 02:07, heralding an enigmatic, investigative final section and hypnotic outro. Mesmerising and cinematic contemporary jazz.
Positive, hopeful, reflective. Lightly determined solo piano with a Positive, hopeful, reflective. Lightly determined solo piano with a heartfelt sense of resolve. Becomes light, happy and uplifting, moving through poignant moments to inspiring and affirming refrains.
Positive, hopeful, reflective. Lightly determined solo piano with a Positive, hopeful, reflective. Lightly determined solo piano with a heartfelt sense of resolve. Becomes light, happy and uplifting, moving through poignant moments to inspiring and affirming refrains.
Slow & romantic in a folk mood, sung in Spanish. Minimal stable Slow & romantic in a folk mood, sung in Spanish. Minimal stable instrumentation yet very emotional. Female singer, arpeggiated Spanish guitar, vocal & Latin percussion, synth, vocal solo @ 2'12.歌词
Mira Que si sonríes brilla más cada mañana Que por las noches cuando me acuesto en mi cama Brilla el sol Mira Que si despierto con frío en la madrugada Recuerdo el calor de tu sonrisa en mi almohada Brilla el sol Cuando Cuando te miro Brilla el sol cuando me siento caer Brilla el sol Pero amanezco en tu piel Brilla el sol Te miro Respiro Mira Que es tu sonrisa lo que más quiero en el mundo Que si sonríes Siento un palpitar profundo Brilla el sol Cuando Cuando te miro Brilla el sol cuando me siento caer Brilla el sol Pero amanezco en tu piel Brilla el sol de noche Tarde, madrugada Brilla el sol Brilla el sol Brilla el sol Brilla el sol Recuerdo el calor de tu sonrisa en mi almohada
Underscore. Slow & romantic in a folk mood. Minimal stable Underscore. Slow & romantic in a folk mood. Minimal stable instrumentation yet very emotional. Arpeggiated Spanish guitar, vocal & latin percussion, synth.
Emotional & obstinate song with a pre-hispanic Mexican influence, Emotional & obstinate song with a pre-hispanic Mexican influence, sung in Spanish. Male singer, Spanish guitar & strings. Spoken male voice in Spanish @ 0'58. Spoken male voice in Huichol @ 2'03.歌词
Modern Latin folk. Sentimental lament, sung in Spanish with dream-pop Modern Latin folk. Sentimental lament, sung in Spanish with dream-pop elements. Female singer, Spanish guitar, synths, minimal electronic & Latin percussion.歌词
Yo voy llorando mi pena Porque la quiero llorar Si no quisiera llorarla Mejor me pone a cantá'
Déjame llora que llore Que pruebe la oscuridad Déjame sola ay que añore Pa que te vuelva a buscá'
Tambolero pa cantá'
Déjame llora que llore Que pruebe la oscuridad Déjame sola ay que añore Pa que te vuela a llamar
Tambolero pa cantá'
Voy tambolero Tambolero pa' cantá' Voy tambolero Tambolero pa' cantá' Deja que hoy quiero llorá' Tambolero pa' cantá' Pa' que te vuelva a llamá' Tambolero pa' cantá'
Tambolero, tambolero, tambolero tambolero...
Y que te vuelvo a llamar, Tambolero Déja que la noche caiga Y que te vuelvo a llamar, Tambolero Y nos volvamo' a encontrá' Y que te vuelvo a llamar, Tambolero Sin prisa, sin afán Y que te vuelvo a llamar, Tambolero Como la ciénaga va al mar Y que te vuelvo a llamar, Tambolero
Underscore. Modern sentimental latin folk, with dream-pop elements. Underscore. Modern sentimental latin folk, with dream-pop elements. Spanish guitar, synths, minimal electronics & Latin percussion.
Delicate, romantic & naive chinese melody. Guzheng (tradition chinese Delicate, romantic & naive chinese melody. Guzheng (tradition chinese harp) & piano duet.
Italiano: Su, finiscila coi baci, Bel moruccio birichin, E non vedi tu la luna Che dal ciel fa capolin?E se pur la luna spia Noi lasciamola guardar, Anche il pallido suo raggio Ci consiglia a seguitar.Ma poi, chissá cosa dirà? E via, dirà, cosa dirà, dirà, dirà Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin, Ciríbiribin.Ciribiribin Che bel faccin Che sguardo dolce Ed assassin.Ciribiribin, Che bel nasin, Che bei dentin, Che bel bocchin.Ciribiribin, Che bel nasin, Che bei dentin, Che bel bocchin.Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin, Che bel bocchin.Ciribiribin, Che bel nasin, Che bei dentin, Che bel bocchin.Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin, Che bel faccin!
English: When the moon is brightly shiningOn a lovely night like thisEv'ry maiden's heart is pinningFor a sweetheart's tender kiss'Tis the song of sweet romancingFilling hearts with love's desire'Tis a melody entrancingSetting each maiden's heart a fireNow from a far hear the quitarOh, hear it played sweet Serenade,A - ha, A - haCiribiribin, Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin.(Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin.)Ciribiribin I love you andDo cherish you with all my heartCiribiribin, I hope and prayEach day that we will never partCiribiribin If you would onlySay your love will never dieCiribiribin, Ciribiribin,(Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin)Ciribiribin I love you so
Français: Délaissant sa jeune femme Qui pousse un profond soupir Le mari vieux et sans flamme Dans sa chambre va dormir Alors se sentant renaître Et bravant le Bartolo Elle court à la fenêtre Écouter son Roméo. Dans son refrain le troubadour Redit joyeux ce mot d'amour Toujours Toujours Ciribiribin Ciribiribin Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, vite ouvre–moi, Je veux chanter auprès de toi Ciribiribin, ce mot n'est rien Cependant tu le comprends bien Ciribiribin, je veux monter Te prendre afin de me griser Ciribiribin Ciribiribin Ciribiribin, un doux baiser
N'étant pas du tout rebelle Pour mieux l'entendre chanter Sa charmante ritournelle Elle dit: tu peux monter Puisque mon époux me sèvre De ce refrain si charmant Je l'apprendrai sur ta lèvre En t'enlaçant tendrement Bientôt après au troubadour Elle disait ce mot d'amour Toujours Toujours Ciribiribin Ciribiribin Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, cet air me plaît Reprenons le dernier couplet Ciribiribin, mon mari dort Mon chéri répétons encore Ciribiribin, ô mon amant Viens me refaire gentiment Ciribiribin Ciribiribin Ciribiribin, un doux serment.
Tout à coup l'époux s'éveille En entendant le duo Sa fureur est sans pareille Pourtant il ne souffle mot Car il n'empêchera guère Les deux amants de chanter Et ne pouvant rien y faire Il murmure dépité: Entre les bras du troubadour Elle a chanté ce mot d'amour Toujours Toujours Ciribiribin Ciribiribin Ciribiribin
Ciribiribin, l'air menaçant La lune me montre un croissant Ciribiribin, quand il ne peut Chanter ce refrain amoureux Ciribiribin, le vieux mari Par son épouse, est chaque nuit Ciribiribin Ciribiribin Ciribiribin, toujours punic
Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, mandolins, acoustic guitar & tambourin.歌词
Italianol coracino, che andava per mare, venne voglia di sposarsi. si fece un bel vestito di scaglie di spine pulito pulito con una parrucca tutta piena di rimasugli avvolti, con il colletto, fazzoletto da collo e polsini di seta inglese molto fine.
Con i calzoni di reti di fondo, scarpe e calze di pelle di tonno e mantella e mantellina di alghe e peli di bue marino, con bottoni e bottoniera di occhi di polipo, seppie e coregoni bianchi * fibbie, spada e fiocchi dorati di nero di seppia e fette di occhiata
Due belle catene di polmone di conchiglie, un capello elegante di codini di luccio salato. tutto inamidato** e ben stirato faceva il fighetto, girava di quà e di là per trovarsi la fidanzata
La Sardina, al balcone stava suonando il colascione*** e a suono di trombetta, cantava questa arietta: "O larello o marellena e la figlia della zia Lena ha lasciato il fidanzato perché niente glia ha regalato!"
Il Guarracino che la guardò della Sardina si innamorò, se ne andò dalla Bavosa. la più vecchia maliziosa. le diede una bella mancia per mandarle un messaggio. La bavosa, pissi pissi chiaro e tondo glielo disse.
Nel sentirla la Sardella rossa rossa si fecce, per la vergogna che la prese sotto uno scoglio si infilò, ma la vecchia Bavosa subito disse: "Ah, schizzinosa! In questa maniera non trovi partito in gola ti resta il marito".
Se hai voglia di accasarti tante smorfie non le devi fare, fuori la galanteria e via la timidezza, anima e cuore e faccia tosta". Ciò sentendo la zia Sardina s'affacciò alla finestrella e fece un occhiolino d'intesa allo speranzoso innamoratino.
Ma la Patella che stava appostata la chiamò faccia tosta, traditrice, svergognata, senza parola e malnata perché aveva piantato l'Alletterato, primo e antico fidanzato di carriera da questo andò e ogni cosa gli disse.
Quando la sentì il poveretto se lo prese un demonio andò a casa, s'armò di rasoio, si caricò come un mulo di fucili, di spingarde, polvere, palle, stoppa e schegge; quattro pistole e tre baionette in tasca si mise.
Sulle spalle settanta colubrine, ottanta bombe e novanta cannoni e come un guappo paladino andava cercando il coracino. La sfortuna vuole che in mezzo la piazza lo incontrò l'afferra per il cravattino e poi gli dice: "Ah malandrino!
Tu mi rubi la fidanzata e prenditela questa bastonata". Tuffete e taffete, a milioni, gli dava schiaffi e colpi alla gola, schiaffi, pugni e scappellotti, scappoloni, fecozze**** e percosse alla nuca, scapaccioni e pugni al volto e gli ammaccò ossa e cartilagini.
Succede che al rumore parenti e amici uscirono fuori, chi con mazze, coltelli e coltellini, chi con spade,spadoni e spadini quello con sbarre, questo con spiedi chi con mandorle e chi con nocciole, chi con tenaglie e chi con martelli chi con torroni e susamielli *****
Padri, figli, mariti e mogli si azzuffarono come fiere e milioni accorrevano a frotte, i pesci di questa e di quella fazione Quante ne vedesti di sarde e di alose di palamiti e sogliole e razze chiodate, saraghi, dentici e occhiate, sgombri, tonni e alletterati.
Pesci palombo e rane pescatrici, scorfani, cernie e alici, pastinace, seriole, musdee e ghiozzi rasposi, lecce stelle, lucci e storioni, merluzzi, gronghi e murene, capodogli, orche e balene, capitoni, aguglie e aringhe, cefali, caponi lira, tracine e cernie dorate.
Triglie, torpedini occhiute, trote e tonni, musdee, cepole, latterini e zerri, polipi, seppie e calamari, pesci spada e stelle di mare pesci palombo e pesci martello bocche d'oro e gianchetti, seppioline e coracini cannolicchi, ostriche e ricci di mare.
Vongole, cuori eduli e patelie pescecani e granchietti tordi marvizzi, marmore e bavose, boghe, vedove e spose, spigole, spondili, serpenti e salpe, scalze con gli zoccoli o con le scarpe, murici, gamberi e aragoste vennero perfino con le diligenze.
Capitoni, sauri e anguille, pesci grossi o piccoli, d'ogni ceto e nazione. Piccolini, piccoli, più grandi e grandissimi! Quante botte, mamma mia! Che si davano. Non sia mai! A centinaia le bastonate! A milioni le pietrate!.
Morsi e pizzicotti a bilioni! A pioggia i colpi alla gola! Non vi dico che fuoco vivo si faceva per ogni luogo. Te, te, ttè, qua pistolettate, ta, ta, ttà, là schioppettate tu, tu, ttù, qua le colubrine, bu, bu, bbù, là i cannoni.
Ma di cantare sono già stanco e ora mi manca il fiato, perciò, datemi licenza grazioso e bel pubblico. Fate che beva una mezza di "seje"******, alla salute di lui e di lei, altrimenti mi si secca il gargarozzo, svuotandosi il polmone.
English
The chromis that swam in the sea he decided to marry. He made a nice suit From the sharp scale, very neat. He' put on a curly wig Strewed with small cockle-shell, A collar, a shawl on a neck and cuffs made of english silk, very thin.
Trousers from a net, Boots and socks from a skin of tunny, A cloak and a cape From algae and bristle of a dugong, With buttons and press-buttons From eyes of octopus, cuttlefish and vendace, Buckles, a sword and gilded bands From ink of cuttle and a bile of saddle bream.
Two beautiful chains From cockle-shells, An elegant hat From tails of ling. Everything is starched and ironed, He seemed like a dandy. He swam here and there To find a bride.
A sardine stood on her balcony, Playing the lute; And hearing a sound of trumpet, She sang a song: "Oh, sea, sea, A daughter of my aunt Lena Left his fiance Because he gave nothing to her!"
The chromis saw her And felt in love with sardine. went away to a blenny Grumbling old fish. He gave her money To send a message to sardine. The blenny, in a whisper, Told it to her clearly.
Hearing this message, The sardine was blushed. From the shyness She hided under a rock. But old blenny told her: "Ah, fastidious! In this way you'll not find a fiance And remain without husband.
If you want to marry, You don't have to make difficulties! Forward the courtesy 1 and away the shyness! Be with the kind heart and soul!" Listening to an aunt, the sardine looked out from window And winked in consent At the lover, full with hopes.
But the patella that stood beside, called her "Impudent, Traitress, shameless, Not keeping word and rude", Because she had left the tunny, Her first fiance. She went away from him so fast And told him many things.
When poor tunny heard it, He was possessed by demon. He went to home, armed himself with knife, He loaded himself like a mule With guns, springalds, Powders, bullets, tows and gun tubes. Four pistols and three bayonets, He put them in his pocket.
On his shoulders there were seventy muskets, Eighty bombs and ninety cannons And like a cruel knight He came search the chromis. The misfortune wanted so, And in the middle of square the tunny found him, Has seized him by the collar And told him: "Ah, villain!
You've stolen my bride, Take this blow!" Million punches, He slapped him in the face. Slaps in face, clips on the back of head, Stabs, bumps, punches on head, Kicks, punches on face, He broke to pieces his bones and cartilages.
The noise was risen, Relatives and friends came out. Who with maces, knives and clasp-knives, Who with swords, rapiers and sabres. That came with girders, this came with spears, Who with almonds and who with nuts, Who with nippers and who with hammers, Who with turrons and susamielli 2.
Fathers, children, husbands and wives Fighted like the beasts. Millions gathered in throng, Fishes of two sides. How many sardines one could see, How many shads, plaices and various rays, Crucians, dentexes and saddle breams, Mackerels, tunnies and tunas.
Houndsharks and sea-devils, Scorpionfish, dusky groupers and anchovies, Stingrays, amberjacks, cods and gobies, Pompanos, barracudas and sturgeons, Hakes, congers and morays, Cachalots, killer whales and whales, Eels, garfishes and herrings, Mullets, gurnards, weeverfishes and tenches.
Surmullets, electric rays, trouts and tunnies, Pomfrets, bandfishes, sand-smelts, picarels, Octopuses, cuttlefishes and squids, Swordfishes and starfishes, Houndsharks and hammerhead sharks, Shade-fishes and sand eels, Octopuses and chromises, Sword razors, oysters and sea urchins.
Carpet shells, cockles and sea snails, Sharks and crabs, Wrasses, sea breams and blennies, Bogues, widows and married, Seabasses, sea daces, snakes, salema porgies, Barefooted, with heels or with boots, Sea snails, shrimps and spine lobsters, Everybody came with the diligence.
Eels, horse-mackerels and grigs, Small and big fishes Of every estate and nation, Small, big and biggest. How many punches, mama mia, They have made. Horror! Thousands punches with stick, Millions punches with stone!
Billions bites and tweaks, A hail of punches to neck. I cannot tell you what live fire burned everywhere. Te - te - ttè, here a wound from pistols, Ta - ta - ttà, there from guns, Tu - tu - ttù, here from muskets, Bu - bu - bbù, there from cannons. But I'm tired already sing about it And now I'm short of breathing. Therefore give me a respite, Dear and nice public! Let's drink a half glass Health of him and her, Otherwise my throat will be dry parched, The lungs will be empty.
Propulsive, positive, quirky. Atmospheric slide guitar with Propulsive, positive, quirky. Atmospheric slide guitar with mysterious orchestral melodies and playful pizzicato strings. Hopeful, organic and meandering dramedy cue with a sense of adventure. Reflective bridge from 00:47 builds to an expansive, cinematic finale.
Propulsive, positive, quirky. Atmospheric slide guitar with Propulsive, positive, quirky. Atmospheric slide guitar with mysterious orchestral melodies and playful pizzicato strings. Hopeful, organic and meandering dramedy cue with a sense of adventure. Reflective bridge from 00:47 builds to a finale. Stripped back underscore version.
Propulsive, positive, quirky. Atmospheric slide guitar with Propulsive, positive, quirky. Atmospheric slide guitar with mysterious orchestral melodies and playful pizzicato strings. Hopeful, organic and meandering dramedy cue with a sense of adventure. Builds to an expansive, cinematic finale.
Questioning & suspended piano intro. Optimistic & inspirational theme Questioning & suspended piano intro. Optimistic & inspirational theme with & fast piano arpeggio & viola @ 0'40. Build up gradually to a proud achievement & serene ending.
Alternate without percussion. Tranquil & suspended piano intro. Alternate without percussion. Tranquil & suspended piano intro. Optimistic & inspirational theme with & fast piano arpeggio & viola @ 0'40. Build up gradually to a proud achievement & serene ending.
Positive, uplifting, inspiring. Bowed sarangi with atmospheric Positive, uplifting, inspiring. Bowed sarangi with atmospheric harmonium build with expressive strings, delicate santoor and harp textures. Moves through innocent moments featuring mysterious flute melodies. Cinematic, expansive and lightly rousing Indian orchestral cue.
Positive, uplifting, inspiring. Bowed sarangi with atmospheric Positive, uplifting, inspiring. Bowed sarangi with atmospheric harmonium build with expressive strings, delicate santoor and harp textures. Moves through innocent moments featuring mysterious flute melodies. Cinematic, expansive and lightly rousing Indian orchestral cue. Stripped back underscore version.
Positive, uplifting, inspiring. Bowed sarangi with atmospheric Positive, uplifting, inspiring. Bowed sarangi with atmospheric harmonium build with expressive strings, delicate santoor and harp textures. Moves through innocent moments featuring mysterious flute melodies. Cinematic, expansive and lightly rousing Indian orchestral cue.
