Typical Cuban Son music of the 40's. Pure & uplifting. Tiple, double Typical Cuban Son music of the 40's. Pure & uplifting. Tiple, double bass & percussion. (Cuba)
Folk song, jazz ballad with a balkan touch. Sentimental, nocturnal & Folk song, jazz ballad with a balkan touch. Sentimental, nocturnal & melancholic. Cronner, organ, electric piano, trumpet & rhythm. 歌词
I want to be a butterfly
I have the disease of Modern Living All too desperate and lonely Hopping around, from one vagina to another Looking for the real thing.
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was The kind of butterfly Things would be better Certainly better
Saying no it’s not a problem for me You see, it never has been My tragedy of all times Is that I said yes, when I wanted to say no
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was a kind of butterfly Things would be better Most certainly better
We just hoop and hoop to the next And fuck again Spreading all kinds of bacteria along the way And all this in the name of love In the name of love and I, of loneliness Because if you fuck good enough This time you might
never, never be lonely again
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was a kind of
butterfly Things would be better Certainly better
There is a funny woman sitting across the bar from me Twisting with her red hair and golden chain She keeps on smiling I don’t smile back She stares at me perpetually
I want to be Some kind of Butterfly Things would be better Things would be better If I was a kind of butterfly Things would be better Most certainly better
If I was a kind of butterfly Things would be better I know, I know Most certainly better
Romantic, sentimental & tender pop ballad sung in Brazilian. She Romantic, sentimental & tender pop ballad sung in Brazilian. She wants to be a flower & blossom in love... Female singer, acoustic guitar, keys, shaker, cavaquinho, Brazilian & electronic percussion.歌词
BR:
As ondas
Que me levam até você
Me inspiram
Me abraça junto ao mar
E o vento vem chegando pra dizer
Deixa a música tocar
E o meu corpo balançar
Respira
Esse ar que vem de lá
Me fascina
Essa emoção no ar
Arrepia
Não tem como explicar
Essa benção de Oya
Junto com Yemanjá
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
E o mar serenou
As ondas
Que me levam até você
Me inspiram
Me abraça junto ao mar
E o vento vem chegando pra dizer
Deixa a música tocar
E o meu corpo balançar
Respira
Esse ar que vem de lá
Me fascina
Essa emoção no ar
Arrepia
Não tem como explicar
Essa benção de Oya
Junto com Yemanjá
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
E o mar serenou
E o mar serenou
E o mar serenou
E o mar serenou
EN:
The waves
That carry me to you
Inspire me
Hug me by the sea
And the wind is coming to say
Let the music play
And my body swing
Breathe
This air that comes from there
Fascinates me
This emotion in the air
Shakes me
There's no way to explain
This blessing of Oya
Along with Yemanjá
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
And the sea has calmed down
The waves
That carry me to you
Inspire me
Hug me by the sea
And the wind is coming to say
Let the music play
And my body sway
Breathe
This air that comes from there
Fascinates me
This emotion in the air
Shakes me
There's no way to explain
This blessing of Oya
Along with Yemanjá
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
And the sea has calmed down
And the sea has calmed down
And the sea has calmed down
And the sea has calmed down
Relaxing traditional Chinese music. Tender, flowing, peaceful & Relaxing traditional Chinese music. Tender, flowing, peaceful & pastoral. Guzheng & erhu. Guzheng duet playing wave-like arpeggios. Recommended for Chinese landscapes & countryside.
Attitude, laid-back & swagger hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. Attitude, laid-back & swagger hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. Dedicated to female friends. Female rap singer, electric harpsichord, synth, fx bullet, fx vinyl noise & electronic percussion. Interlude @ 2'17.歌词
ES:
tengo el quinto elemento
represión automática
las niñas de mis ojos
rugen humo mientras bailan
hombros anchos y altas
fuertes como jabatas
mascarillas azules
y unas velas aromáticas
a pesar del chandal somos todas muy románticas
y cada rumba sale directa del anima
donde no hay dinero hay carisma y sociedad
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
tenemos el pelo como las lobas árticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
las malas tenemos conexión telepática
guárdate para ti toda tu insulsa plática
la noche se presenta juguetona y acida
y he contao' las veces que me has mirao' pasar
no me hagas tener que sumártelas
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
miran de reojo por la rabia
quieren bailar salsa con nosotras para oler la jacaranda
mírale a la cara mientras baja
brujas con sus capsulas letales como efímeras erráticas
es el truco que nunca le falla
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
en la pista es como una bala
rapida precisa y luego mata
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
no somos gatas de teoría
EN:
I have the fifth element
automatic repression
the girls of my eyes
roar smoke as they dance
broad-shouldered and tall
strong as jabatas
blue masks
and scented candles
in spite of the tracksuit we are all very romantic
and every party comes straight from the soul
where there is no money there is charisma and society
we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are practical
we have hair like the arctic she-wolves
we are practical
we are practical
we bad girls have telepathic connection
keep all your dull chatter to yourself
the night comes playful and acidic
and I've counted all the times you've watched me pass by
don't make me have to add them up to you
skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
they look sideways out of rage
they want to dance salsa with us just to smell the jacaranda
look at their face as it goes down
witches with their lethal capsules as ephemeral erratics
it's the trick that never fails them
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
on the dance floor she' s like a bullet
fast accurate and then kills
skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are not theory cats
Explicit. Attitude, laid-back & swagger hip-hop sung in Spanish. Explicit. Attitude, laid-back & swagger hip-hop sung in Spanish. Dedicated to female friends. Female rap singer, electric harpsichord, synth, fx bullet, fx vinyl noise & electronic percussion. Interlude @ 2'17.歌词
ES:
tengo el quinto elemento
represión automática
las niñas de mis ojos
rugen humo mientras bailan
hombros anchos y altas
fuertes como jabatas
mascarillas azules
y unas velas aromáticas
a pesar del chandal somos todas muy románticas
y cada rumba sale directa del anima
donde no hay dinero hay carisma y sociedad
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
tenemos el pelo como las lobas árticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
las malas tenemos conexión telepática
guárdate para ti toda tu insulsa plática
la noche se presenta juguetona y acida
y he contao' las veces que me has mirao' pasar
no me hagas tener que sumártelas
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
miran de reojo por la rabia
quieren bailar salsa con nosotras para oler la jacaranda
mírale a la cara mientras baja
brujas y pastillas en la rave como efímeras erráticas
es el truco que nunca le falla
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
en la pista es como una bala
rapida precisa y luego mata
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
no somos gatas de teoría
EN:
I have the fifth element
automatic repression
the girls of my eyes
roar smoke as they dance
broad-shouldered and tall
strong as jabatas
blue masks
and scented candles
in spite of the tracksuit we are all very romantic
and every party comes straight from the soul
where there is no money there is charisma and society
we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are practical
we have hair like the arctic she-wolves
we are practical
we are practical
we bad girls have telepathic connection
keep all your dull chatter to yourself
the night comes playful and acidic
and I've counted all the times you've watched me pass by
don't make me have to add them up to you
skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
they look sideways out of rage
they want to dance salsa with us just to smell the jacaranda
look at their face as it goes down
witches and pills at the rave as ephemeral erratics
it's the trick that never fails them
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
on the dance floor she' s like a bullet
fast accurate and then kills
skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are not theory cats
Neo-classical. Dreamy, romantic & classy. Piano & string quartet. Neo-classical. Dreamy, romantic & classy. Piano & string quartet. Finale in a spirit of togetherness @ 1'34 & conclusion. Suggested for day-to-day storytelling, social issues, cultural & period documentary.
Solo piano version. Neo-classical. Neo-classical. Dreamy, romantic & Solo piano version. Neo-classical. Neo-classical. Dreamy, romantic & classy. Finale in a spirit of togetherness @ 1'34 & conclusion. Suggested for travel, day-to-day storytelling, cultural & period documentary.
