Letras ... Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, ...Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, mandolins, acoustic guitar & tambourin.
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.
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Letras ... Contemporary pop song, synth pop song. Dreamlike, cosy & sweet. ...Contemporary pop song, synth pop song. Dreamlike, cosy & sweet. Hypnotic. Suggested for dreams, imagination, TV shows. Synth, male singer, female backup singer & rhythm.
Some of them are dogs
And every dog is very grateful
Some of them are sharks
And every shark is always damn cool Some of them are worms yeah
And worms are all very flexible
Some of them are rats
And rats are all very sensible
Some are grateful Some are damn cool Some are flexible Some are sensible
Darii, Darii baby Darii, Darii baby Darii, Darii baby Darii, Darii baby
Some of them are wolves
And every wolf has clinical powers Some of them are pigs
And every pig represses its glowers Some of them are vipers yeah
And vipers are all venerated
Some of them are leeches
And leeches are all very two hearted
Some have clinical powers Some repress their glowers Some are venerated
Some are even two hearted
Darii, Darii baby Darii, Darii baby Darii, Darii baby Darii, Darii baby Darii, Darii baby Darii, Darii baby Darii, Darii baby Darii, Darii baby
Letras ... Chinese pop/folk ballad. Sung in mandarin. Intimate, melancholic & ...Chinese pop/folk ballad. Sung in mandarin. Intimate, melancholic & emotional. Female singer, acoustic & electric guitars & bass.
Stepping into the heavy rain
I’m trapped in the silence of no path
In your eyes I see a house
A distant deep dawn
Wind all this way, wind all that way
Blowing over your shoulder
Before you turn around the abyss cracks beneath your feet
Those crazy raindrops
Snuffed my flame
You finally disappeared,
A butterfly stopped, amidst the debris on the floor
Letras ... Cold wave, post punk, new wave, 80's. Relentless, fiery & masculine. ...Cold wave, post punk, new wave, 80's. Relentless, fiery & masculine. Synth @ 2'46. Male singer, synth & rhythm.
A Monkey's Tale I'm feeling like a monkeyClimbing up the wallsThey call me little cheeky-monkeyDon't stop me I'm a joke I'm treated like a monkeyAnyway it's farcicalThey call me "silly-billy"Quite proud It's a big role
I like to play the monkeyCatchin' up the ballsThey say I'm just freaky, funnyGlad they have the giggles I'm dancing like a monkeyWaiting for the fallThey say everything is hunky-doryI'm starting to know the ropes There's something strangeI'm out of controlI don't feel painThey should have known Only Jesus knows why Why the monkey's gone wildIt's a question of timeThe monkey's fit to be tied
They don't know whyWhy the monkey's wildHe kept his prideHe'll never hide
Letras ... Traditional Afrocaribbean roots folk, sung in Spanish. Joyful & ...Traditional Afrocaribbean roots folk, sung in Spanish. Joyful & danceable. Female singer, Afrocaribbean percussion & male choir.
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