Letras [...] French song. Pop rock / road movie / blues rock. Wandering but with determination, [...]French song. Pop rock / road movie / blues rock. Wandering but with determination, nocturnal & bluesy. Spoken male voice, twangy guitar, synth & rhythm.
Dans un grand sac,j'ai pris ma dernière audace. Aux 3 bandes en pointiller je dépasse. Je vois passer des voitures, De drôles de gens, sur de drôles de montures. Je regarde passer les gyrophares, je regarde passer les gyrophares. Plus j'avance et moins je dépense. Sans gain, ni la moindre Dépendance Sans la moindre dépendance. Je m'implique, je m'agite, je vois rouge et là, et là je sais, que tout m'excite. Je regarde passer les gyrophares, je regarde passer les gyrophares. Sans fin…Sans fin. J’efface les pistes et les strass, J’embrasse Véronique pour Une ultime passe.
English translation :
ENDLESS (FLASHING LIGHTS)
In a big bag, I found the last of my audacity. 3 dotted lanes I overtake. I see cars passing, Strange people, in strange vehicles. I watch the flashing lights, I watch the flashing lights. The more I go on
the less I spend. No profit or the slightest Addiction Without the least dependence. I get involved, I'm agitated, I see red and there, and there I know, everything excites me. I watch the flashing lights, I watch the flashing lights. Endless ... Endless. I wipe out my tracks and strass, I kiss Véronique for A last pass.
Pop rock / road movie / underscore. Wandering but with determination, nocturnal & bluesy. [...]Pop rock / road movie / underscore. Wandering but with determination, nocturnal & bluesy. Twangy guitar, synth & rhythm.
Letras [...] French song. Neo retro / progressive rock. Disdainful, masculine & fiery. Spoken [...]French song. Neo retro / progressive rock. Disdainful, masculine & fiery. Spoken male voice, distorted electric guitar, electric bass, synth & rhythm.
Sans déconner, t’es sérieux là ? J’ai déjà entendu ça mille foisC’est pas que ça me flatte pas mais gamin va falloir t’accrocher pour m’impressionner Tu veux te la jouer hôtel particulier et petites pépés ? Tu sais pas dans quel guêpier tu t’es fourré ! A tes risques et périls et huées ok vas-y on va bien s’marrer
Répète après moi C’est pas sérieux
Tu t’prends pour Serge nom d’une vierge Quand je suis mort t’étais pas né, si tu savais comme j’ai croqué des vertes et des pas mûres Cramé des gitanes des tonnes qui sont plus sur le marché pour composer des mélodies elles étaient toutes à mes pieds. A quoi bon, à quoi bon t’y risquer, si ça part en sucette j’pourrai pas te tirer de là haut j’ai trop d’héritiers si tu veux finir comme un vulgaire copié-collé
Répète après moi c’est pas sérieux ouais répète après moi c’est pas sérieux
Tu t’prends pour Serge nom d’une vierge C’est pas que ça me flatte pas tu sais mais gamin va falloir t’accrocher il m’en faut plus que toi pour m’impressionner. Ah au fait, j’ai pas de conseils à te donner mais n’oublie pas de m’aimer
Répète après moi Répète après moi Répète après moi C’est pas sérieux
IT'S NOT SERIOUS
No kidding, you can’t be serious?
I've heard that a thousand times
It's not that I ‘m not flattered but Sunny, you will have to try harder if you want to impress me
Do you want to play at “Hotel particulier” and “Petites Pépés” ?
You don’t know what a hornet’s you’ve got yourself into
At your own risk and jeers, ok, go ahead, we will have a good laugh Repeat after me, It's not serious
You think you’re Serge, for God’s sake
When I died, you were not born,
If you knew how I fucked everything that moved
I smoked “gitanes” by the ton – they are no longer on the market- To compose melodies for them, they were all at my feet.
What the point and taking risks if it all falls apart, I can’t get you out of there
I have got too much progeny if you want to wind up like a cheap imitation
Repeat after me, It's not serious
yeah repeat after me it's not serious
You think you’re Serge, for God’s sake It's not that I ‘m not flattered but Sunny, you will have to try harder if you want to impress me
Oh by the way, I have no advice to give you but don’t forget to love me
Repeat after me Repeat after me Repeat after me It's not serious
Letras [...] Spoken word. Poetic & wandering. Spoken male voice & electronics. Rhythm @ 1'53.
I'm plugged into a sound from a thousand years agoAnd I'm taking notes between the tokes. Yeah.I'm plugged in but I'm turned offI'm holding the phone but it's inside out.And the tambourine was burned in a TangineWhile the chorus sang...Inch' Allah... I'm plugged into the wind and the birdsThe wind on the trees and the wind on the sandI can't see it, but I can feel it, with my hand.I'm plugged into the bluebeen wearing the same choes for a season or twowhile the poets slip papers under my door.I'm plugged into my head-I'm plugged into my bedFeel the graffiti moving through my mind. Fumes and mappings that have survived the overtime.My sound is plugged into the ground and the wires were dipped in gold.If you can't hear this you so far awaybut one of the poets spoke to me to sayI'm plugged into the mainline - she kicked it over to me sidewaysI'm plugged into my mouseslips me into the E-searchMotor Base - Motor Base - Motor Base. I'm plugged into the credit cardburned lots of bits of paper and incenserecord in realtime at twenty cents a dime.Fill in the zeros with ticks and crosses.When I cross the streetI don't know...the bosses....the bosses.I'm plugged into Stock Marketswatch the fluctuations drawing lines in my mind. Tsunamis replace the TornadosIcebergs make bookends on the shelf.Inch' Allah... Inch' Allah!!! I'm plugged into the dub frequenciesThat flow out of large black boxes on the floor.The rythms come out of the carpet with the contact mikes - and it's ready for the Elephant's roar. I'm plugged into the fragmentsglimmering in the middle of the nightThat of my Sister Ray broken upuse a broom use a spoon.I'm plugged into the agitationI take taxi's and don't have a carFour dirham a rideand I've got the Drâaoui by my side.I'm plugged into the dreamy rhythmLike a rip-appart heart-attackI'm plugged into the Super StonedRhythms and Narko's crack. Inch' Allah ! I'm plugged into the QuinineTouareg feedback that energizes the scorpion.I fly to the No Flow with the automatic GO-GOSee the river walk, with the flow. I'm plugged into the nicotinethe stains across my chestI'm plugged into the braInside the woman's breast.I'm plugged into the Warholcause he isn't really dead.I'm plugged into the signsof the Temple in my head.I'm plugged in and I'm programmedprogrammed to explodeThere are no loose endsThat will never be explored.I need a month in the desert with four bottles of water.Be a Nomad in the nomadilisation.Nomadilisation - Nomadilisation. Inch' Allah !!!
Letras [...] Song sung in French. Neo retro / indie rock. Fiery, mysterious & panoramic. String [...]Song sung in French. Neo retro / indie rock. Fiery, mysterious & panoramic. String section, distorted electric guitar, spoken male voice, folk guitar, electric bass & rhythm.
N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veutBaudelaire ou Rimbaud Ni poète maudit Apollinaire ou Poe Suffit pas d’être saoul Ni de paraître fou C’est pas une question de shoots Ni de sexe ni de look
N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut Baudelaire ou Rimbaud Ni poète maudit Apollinaire ou Poe Seulement savoir pourquoi Tout brûle autour de soi Pourquoi ces châteaux de sable Qu’engloutissent les vagues N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut Baudelaire ou Rimbaud Ni poète maudit Apollinaire ou Poe Seulement savoir pourquoi Faire et puis tout défaire Et mettre tout à l’envers Avec la même foi
N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut Baudelaire ou Rimbaud Ni poète maudit Apollinaire ou Poe Seulement savoir pourquoi Là-haut sur son étoile Soufflent les vents du désert Qui brûlent la peau et l’âme
English translation :
THERE'S ONLY GAINSBOURG
There ‘s only Gainsbourg
Baudelaire or Rimbaud Neither the “poète maudit” Apollinaire or Poe It’s not enough to be drunk No appear to be crazy It's not a question of shooting up No of sex no of appearances
There ‘s only Gainsbourg
Baudelaire or Rimbaud Neither the “poète maudit” Apollinaire or Poe Just knowing why Everything burns around you Why these sand castles swallowed up by the waves There ‘s only Gainsbourg
Baudelaire or Rimbaud Neither the “poète maudit” Apollinaire or Poe Just knowing why Make and un-make And putting everything the other way round With the same conviction
There ‘s only Gainsbourg
Baudelaire or Rimbaud Neither the “poète maudit” Apollinaire or Poe Just knowing why Up there on his star the desert winds blow burning skin and soul
Letras [...] French song. Mysterious, intimate, confidential & atmospheric. Spoken male & woman [...]French song. Mysterious, intimate, confidential & atmospheric. Spoken male & woman voices, percussion & electronics.
Des paysages dessinent ton visage J’inonde ta peau de mes larmes de sel Et je berce doucement ton image Dans le creux de mon âme temporelle
J’entends le train de ta nuit envahir Notre chambre embrumée de silence Des ailes dans un souffle écorchent mon désir Où trouverai-je la force providence ?
Ris mon ange, abreuve-toi de mon sel
Et quand ton aile effleurera ma joue
Quand ton souffle éteindra l’étincelle D’or sera parée ma nuit éternelle.
Landscapes describe your face I flood your skin with my salty tears And I gently cradle your image In the hollow of my temporal soul
I can hear the night train invading Our bedroom in a mist of silence Wings with one breath scorch my desire Where dear providence, will I find the strength?
Laugh my angel, drink in my salt And when your wings brushes against my cheek When your breath puts out the candle With gold my eternal night will attired
Letras [...] Disco soul in the spirit of the 70's. Erotic & groovy. Male spoken voice, bass, [...]Disco soul in the spirit of the 70's. Erotic & groovy. Male spoken voice, bass, brass section, rototoms & rhythm.
This is soulsuper soulsoulrock onlet'get togethermusicone two tree fourfunkyyou'r funky djone two tree fourthis is soulsuper soul
Disco soul in the spirit of the 70's. Erotic & groovy. Bass, brass section, rototoms & [...]Disco soul in the spirit of the 70's. Erotic & groovy. Bass, brass section, rototoms & rhythm.
Letras [...] Disco soul in the spirit of the 70's. Erotic & groovy. Male spoken voice, bass, [...]Disco soul in the spirit of the 70's. Erotic & groovy. Male spoken voice, bass, brass section, rototoms & rhythm.
This is soulsuper soulsoulrock onlet'get togethermusicone two tree fourfunkyyou'r funky djone two tree fourthis is soulsuper soul
Disco soul in the spirit of the 70's. Erotic & groovy. Bass, brass section, rototoms & [...]Disco soul in the spirit of the 70's. Erotic & groovy. Bass, brass section, rototoms & rhythm.
Letras [...] Spoken word. Tormented & strange. Spoken male voice, electronics & drums.
I am no longer a comfort to othersI've entered my nombrilthe belly button of psychosisspinning in paranoia.I eat bananas all day long whileI watch the clockand listen to the door.Self doubt follows me like a stray catthat I'm afraid to kick away.Age and time. Shifting toward cancer, dementia, seemingly unstopable.I take selenium from the sea. There are buckets of seaweed in my bathroom.I am no longer a comfort to others or myself, I grab my knife and a whip in my dreams smashing my stomache and back till the bones bleed and a hole erupts.I take a knife and I cut off bits of seaweed that I eat in my silent kitchen.I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe. I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe.I drink beer to keep the seaweed down.The highs of applause amplify the lows of my loneliness, once the hands have all stopped clapping, I can hear my stomach moaning.Doubts about vision and intelligence - stop the spontaneous breathing. Echoes of her laughter keep me awake. I am no longer a comfort to others and I climb a dark wall using a candle that I hold in my teeth. It is a dark moutain, humid and green. I climb into my bathtub and cover myself in the sinuous weed from the sea.I am no longer a comfort to others.I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says in't safe.
Electro beat, body music. Bouncy, swagger & catchy. Suggested for sports, fashion, city [...]Electro beat, body music. Bouncy, swagger & catchy. Suggested for sports, fashion, city landscapes. Body percussion, snaps, claps, onomatopeias, synth & rhythm.
Letras [...] French love song in a groovy mood. Determined & jazzy. Male & woman voices, [...]French love song in a groovy mood. Determined & jazzy. Male & woman voices, sequencing, Fender Rhodes & rhythm.
Hop hop va le monde Hop hop hop notre monde Dans un champ des fruits murs Sur une plage deux beaux seins Et sur l’eau un mat’lot Hop hop va le monde Hop hop hop notre monde
Dans ma rue des bobos Refont l’monde, dans l’ métro Des clodos de not’ monde Hop hop va le monde Hop hop hop notre monde Sous les ors du palais Il fait bon, il fait frais,
On sourit à not’ monde Une loi, bonne loi Est votée donnant l’droit D’interdire notre monde Hop hop va le monde Hop hop hop notre monde C’est la joie et tant pisSi le monde s’rétrécit Aux heureux de ce monde
Hop hop va le monde Hop hop hop notre monde Au dehors sur la mer, Dans l’désert on est pris On périt entre soi Comme des chiens Hop hop va le monde Hop hop hop notre monde
In a field of ripe fruitsOn a beach two beautiful breasts And on the water a sailor
Hop hop goes the world Hop hop hop our world
In my street the young bourgeois Are changing the world In the metro the trumps of our world
Hop hop goes the world Hop hop hop our world
In the splendour of the palace It feels fine, it’s cool We can smile at our world A law a good law Is voted giving us the right To prohibit our world What joy! and too badIf the world is getting narrower For these lucky people
Hop hop goes the world Hop hop hop our world
They are far away, they are nothing Their black hands scratches the sky
Letras [...] French song. Atmospheric & disturbing. Spoken male voice, percussion, duduk & pads.
Tes mots sont froids Ton corps meurtri Ton âme vive. Tes cris frappaient L'indifférence de la nuit sourde, Ils se perdaient Dans ta douleur Anéantis.
À chaque coup Tu t'enlisais Dans un abîme
Où ton corps nu N'existait plus Que pour l'infâme. Le feu odieux De tes entrailles
Était le cœur De ton silence.
Et tu rêvais
Aux jours dorés
De ton enfance Émerveillée, Quand la caresse D'une main douce Et maternelle Effleurait tendre Ta chevelure
Ma sœur Ton cœur est mort Ton âme vive Tes mots sont froids, Et tu respires La corp d'albâtre De cet enfant Miroir brisé
De ta douleur Et de ton cœur
Ma sœur
MY SISTER
Your words are cold Your body wounding Your soul alive. Your cries strook The indifférence Of the deafness of the night They got lost In the pain annihilated
With every blow You sank Into an abyss Where your naked body Only existed For the infamous
And you were dreaming Of the golden days Of your wondrous childhood When the caress Of a soft and maternal hand Tenderly brushed against Your hair
My sister Your heart is dead Your soul alive Your words are cold And you breath in
The alabaster body Of this child The broken mirror Of your pain And of your heart
Atmospheric, cool, laid-back. Brooding synths and reggae elements build with propulsive [...]Atmospheric, cool, laid-back. Brooding synths and reggae elements build with propulsive electronic beats, confident male vocals and bright synths to upbeat choruses. Reverberating brass stabs from 01:17 build with synths to an uplifting and determined finale. Relaxed dancehall / basement cue with attitude.
Atmospheric, cool, laid-back. Brooding synths and reggae elements build with propulsive [...]Atmospheric, cool, laid-back. Brooding synths and reggae elements build with propulsive electronic beats and bright synths to upbeat choruses. Reverberating brass stabs from 01:17 build with synths to an uplifting and determined finale. Relaxed dancehall / basement cue with attitude.
Atmospheric, cool, laid-back. Brooding synths and reggae elements build with propulsive [...]Atmospheric, cool, laid-back. Brooding synths and reggae elements build with propulsive electronic beats and bright synths to upbeat choruses. Reverberating brass stabs from 01:17 build with synths to an uplifting and determined finale. Relaxed dancehall / basement cue with attitude. Stripped back underscore version.
Energetic, summery, fun. Upbeat bass with carefree brass melodies and confident male vocals [...]Energetic, summery, fun. Upbeat bass with carefree brass melodies and confident male vocals are joined by playful electronic beats. Dancehall / basement with a ska vibe, building to positive and happy peaks.
Energetic, summery, fun. Upbeat bass with carefree brass melodies are joined by playful [...]Energetic, summery, fun. Upbeat bass with carefree brass melodies are joined by playful electronic beats. Dancehall / basement with a ska vibe, building to positive and happy peaks.
Energetic, summery, fun. Upbeat bass with carefree brass melodies are joined by playful [...]Energetic, summery, fun. Upbeat bass with carefree brass melodies are joined by playful electronic beats. Dancehall / basement with a ska vibe, building to positive and happy peaks. Stripped back underscore version.
Letras [...] Emotional & obstinate song with a pre-hispanic Mexican influence, sung in Spanish. [...]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.
Deja que te arrulle el mar Deja que te rompa Serpentea humilde Ensimismado
El silencio es una flor De verdad te toca Su belleza huye de todo rincón Como un venado
Es lo dulce en su sabor Y lo dulce implora ¿Quieres que te abrigue Un ser humano?
Titilan las estrellas Alumbra el corazón ¿Quién oye los clamores? ¿Quien canta de dolor?
Por lo que se perdió Por lo que nos quedó La angustia del mañana Tan desesperanzador
Halla en la luz del cielo Un rinconcito para ti
Conserva lo más simple La llama en el fuego Da vuelta el origen Y vuelve a definirse
Cuando ya no quise hablar Cuando ya no quise hablar Cuando ya no quise hablar
Letras [...] Tropical house / disco / latin house / lounge music. Synth, bass, spoken male [...]Tropical house / disco / latin house / lounge music. Synth, bass, spoken male voices, percussions & rhythm.
Letras [...] Relaxed, atmospheric, determined. Propulsive electronic beats with suspenseful, [...]Relaxed, atmospheric, determined. Propulsive electronic beats with suspenseful, eerie synths and confident, cool, downtempo male MC vocals with tough lyrics. Contemporary UK urban song with attitude.
talking in landlessfreedom impeachedman of the land and the anguish he speakstv pot holes steep like Atlantisfree from the land with plans of expansionmy angles the dankestjammed with the ramp kidspainting the mansions smoothing the blocksyou strudels a popmove it you losttough sounds dead row and duck down
you don’t see me nowyou don’t see me now
rules of the youth touchdownorder and truth what nowkodine in my cup rough houseany beat that i touch run outsick of these dated wayssmooth on the paper chasenever tire of grindingthe line in the fire i spray on trackstalking in landlessfreedom impeachedman of the land and the anguish he speakstv pot holes steep like Atlantisfree from the land with plans of expansion you don’t see me nowyou don’t see me now
Relaxed, atmospheric, determined. Propulsive electronic beats with suspenseful, eerie [...]Relaxed, atmospheric, determined. Propulsive electronic beats with suspenseful, eerie synths and confident, cool, downtempo male MC vocals with tough lyrics. Contemporary UK urban song with attitude.
It’s the way you are kissing meIt’s the way you are kissing meIt’s the way you are kissing meIt’s the way you are kissing meIt’s the way you are kissing meIt’s the way you are kissing meIt’s the way you are kissing me And if you’re dying on your cometOr If you’re crying come on mine BABESome spaces groove in my pocket right nowI’ll give it to you I will give you all nightKiss dance’s coming tonight It’s the way you are kissing meI will give it to youI will give you all nightIt’s the way you are kissing meSome spaces groove in my pocket right nowI will give it to youI will give you all nightKiss dance’s coming tonight
