Bruno Hovat aka. Patchworks is a music producer, remixer & composer from Lyon. Self-taught multi-instrumentalist, we can see his signature on projects such as Voilaaa, Metropolitan Jazz Affair, Mr Day, Mr President, Taggy Matcher, the Dynamics and more recently Da Break.
One is just as likely to find him on stage playing bass, as in the studio working on his compositions or co-producing albums with artists.
His influences vary from deep house to exotica, from electric to acoustic, but always with a consciously soulful approach.
Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, Motown influenced, British ...Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, Motown influenced, British dancehall. Naïve, carefree & good mood. Dance combo with Hohner D6 & brass section. Suggested for retro romance film, goodness in little things of everyday life, tender friendship & family time.
Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, Motown influenced, British ...Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, Motown influenced, British dancehall. Dance combo with sitar guitar & piano. Suggested for 60's French retro movie & Venice beach.
Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, Motown influenced British dancehall. ...Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, Motown influenced British dancehall. Dance combo with piano, organ & strings. Suggested for beach time, holidays & TV show about interior design.
Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, British dancehall. Carefree, ...Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, British dancehall. Carefree, dancing. Dance combo with sitar guitar, piano & organ. To celebrate goodness in little things of everyday life, a friendship & family time. Suggested for carefree time & summer holidays.
Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, British dancehall. Dance combo with ...Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, British dancehall. Dance combo with saxophone, baritone & tenor. Suggested for food, home, retro British series & daytime TV.
Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, British dancehall. Dancing, upbeat & ...Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, British dancehall. Dancing, upbeat & catchy. Dance combo with brass section & Hammond organ. Lead trumpet @ 0'54, lead organ 0'27 & 1'08. Suggested for fancy spots along the French Riviera, classy restaurant & french retro movie.
Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, British dancehall. Obstinate, ...Northern soul, 60s rare UK soul, British dancehall. Obstinate, hypnotic & rhythmic. Dance combo with harpsichord, organ & guitar. Suggested for TV show, everyday life & carefree time.
Lyrics ... Soul song. Lively, catchy & sensual. Female singer, piano & rhythm. ...Soul song. Lively, catchy & sensual. Female singer, piano & rhythm. Saxophone solo @ 2'56. Suggested for fashion & luxury.
You never look up to the sky above It’s surely here oh only your fault Said...That time goes by nowYou always like to say that is all grey Complaining never helped anyway Makin’...
Mmmh Big changes...
‘Cause if you lift your head a bit more
You will see how beautiful this world can be whenever you get sad and lonely Just open your eyes...Walking down the street!Walking down the street, by walking
Don’t loose time on things that would hurt you Looking forward’s better for you
Never...
Let that time go nowIt’s up to you to chase all the blues Nobody’s gonna do it for you
Let it..
Shine through
Lyrics ... Nocturnal, sentimental & attitude hip-hop sung in Spanish. Tired of ...Nocturnal, sentimental & attitude hip-hop sung in Spanish. Tired of an undecided lover. Female rap singer, voice & guitar sampling, electronic percussion. Vocal climax @ 2'42.
ES:
tengo las horas contadas con esta nena
y la tortura del recuerdo ya se inclina en mi cabeza
y es que no veas
las cartas que juega
se las guarda detrás de la oreja
bailando en la plaza con la niña
van par de litronas pero ella va tan fina
con sus pantalones rotos justo en la rodilla
con su cigarrillo y sus pestañas postizas
yo es que voy sin prisa
yo es que voy sin prisa
pero reconozco que contigo nunca he sido mu tranquila
me pierdo con los nombres que han pasao' después de ti
con todos esos verdes en Pinar de Chamartín
me acuerdo de ti nena me acuerdo de ti
me acuerdo de ti nena me acuerdo de ti
llevo preocupada desde que te conocí
estoy anestesiada con tu saliva de anís
y siempre que salgo por las noches de Madrid
te acabo escribiendo algún mensaje
para ti para ti siempre hay uno para ti
para el fuego de tus labios disfrazados de carmin
tu pelo rapado y tus ojos medio green
para las noches tocando la guitarra junto a mi
para ti para ti siempre hay uno para ti
te dedico mis versitos favoritos del Joaquín
te dedico todas las fotos en las que me haces reír
te dedico hasta el romero de las rosas del jardin
que ya no puedo mas
dame un break no te portes mal
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
que ya no puedo mas
dame un break no te portes mal
dime si me vas a llamar
deja la tortura pa' Alejandro Sanz
y no te des por aludida
que no va por ti, te lo juro por mi vida
tengo la saudade aquí en la tripa metidita
será la pastilla que mordimos aquel dia
tu mirada es ácida como los pica pica
tu piel es el paper del tabaco que te lias
eres el sabor amargo de una mora fría
se te acaba el tiempo y ahora el mío desperdicias
me arde la retina de ver tanta tontería
tengo toas' las medias rotas de todas tus chinas
también me has quemado el corazón con tanta chispa
bonita, tienes que ser más decidida
aunque la tonta sea yo porque te lo permita
aunque lo máximo que hago es marcarme unas rimas
aunque cuando esté delante tuya me derrita
nena, se mas comprensiva
que ya no puedo mas
dame un break no te portes mal
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
que ya no puedo mas
dame un break no te portes mal
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
deja la tortura pa' Alejandro Sanz
dime si me vas a llamar
dímelo ma
dímelo
EN:
my hours are nearly due with this girl
and the torture of the memory is leaning in my head
and you can't see
the cards she plays
she keeps them behind her ear
dancing in the square with the girl
they go with a couple of litronas but she goes so refined
with her pants torn right above the knee
with her cigarette and her false eyelashes
I'm in no hurry
I'm in no hurry
but I recognise that with you I've never been very calm
I get lost with the names that have passed after you
with all those greens in Pinar de Chamartin
I remember you baby I remember you
I remember you baby I remember you
I've been worried since I met you
I'm numb with your aniseed saliva
and whenever I go out at night in Madrid
I end up writing you a message
for you for you there is always one for you
for the fire of your lips disguised as carmine
your shaved hair and your half green eyes
for the nights playing the guitar next to me
for you for you there's always one for you
I dedicate to you my favorite verses of Joaquin
I dedicate to you all the pictures in which you make me laugh
I dedicate to you even the rosemary of the roses in the garden
I can't take it anymore
give me a break don't misbehave
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
I can't take it anymore
give me a break don't misbehave
tell me if you'll call me
leave the torture for Alejandro Sanz
and don't take it personal
It' s not about you I swear it on my life
I've got the saudade here in my gut
Maybe it's the pill that we bit that day
your gaze is acidic like the pica pica
your skin is the paper of the tobacco that you roll
you're the bitter taste of a cold blackberry
you're running out of time and now you're wasting mine
my retina burns from seeing so much nonsense
I've got all the socks torn from all your stones
you've also burnt my heart with so much sparkle
beautiful, you have to be more determined
even though I'm the fool because I let you do it
even though the most I do is to score me some rhymes
even though when I'm in front of you I melt
baby, be more understanding
I can't take it anymore
give me a break don't misbehave
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
I can't take it anymore
give me a break don't misbehave
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
leave the torture for Alejandro Sanz
Lyrics ... Indie rock. Happy, light & bright. Rock band with male singer & ...Indie rock. Happy, light & bright. Rock band with male singer & mellotron line @ 0'55. Suggested for romance & teen tv series.
I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies tell you bout your beautiful eyes iwanna be fake tell you little lies tell you bout your beautiful eyes
Well I'm gonna sing you a song about birds Stuff you probably already heard tell you bout the blue sky a whole bunch of lies tell you bout the blue sky in your eyes
Well if I should tell you no lies Like your make up is a disguise Then I wouldn't be fake, no I would'nt tell you no lies I may see a tear drop from your eyes
I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies I'm gonna tell you sweet little lies
Lyrics ... French song. Neo retro / erotic. Assured, groovy & relentless. Synth ...French song. Neo retro / erotic. Assured, groovy & relentless. Synth solo @ 1'11 & @ 2'11. Male back up vocalist. Male singer, electric guitar, electric bass, synth & rhythm.
Tes yeux c'est plus c'que c'était Ton regard c'est à peu près tout ce que j'aimais Tes baisers c'est plus c'que c'était Et ta bouche c'est à peu près tout ce que j'aimais
SEXY SIXTIES QUELLE FOLIE SEXY SIXTIES C'EST BIEN FINI
Tes bras c'est plus c'que c'était Et tes mains c'est à peu près tout ce que j’aimais Tes seins c'est plus c'que c'était Et tes reins c'est à peu près tout ce que j’aimais
SEXY SIXTIES QUELLE FOLIE SEXY SIXTIES C'EST BIEN FINI
Tu as bien fait je crois
De me larguer là Pour ce mec que je ne suis pas Sexy sixties Pour ce gars que je ne serai jamais Sexy sixties
Ton coeur c'est plus c'que c'était Mon amour c'est à peu près tout ce que j’avais Ta peau c'est plus c'que c'était Et ton cul c'est à peu près tout ce que tu avais Sexy sixties Sexy sixties
Si tu m'aimes plus ça va de soit Ca n'me fait ni chaud ni froid Mais ne t'en fais pas pour moi Si je suis dans de beaux draps SEXY SIXTIES SEXY SIXTIES
English translation :
SEXY SIXTIES
Your eyes, it’s not what it used to be
Your look, it’s pretty much everything I liked
Your kisses, it’s not what it used to be
And your mouth, it’s pretty much everything I liked
SEXY SIXTIES
WHAT MADNESS
SEXY SIXTIES
IT'S ALL OVER
Your arms, it’s not what it used to be And your hands, it’s pretty much everything I liked
Your breasts, it’s not what it used to be
And your kidneys, it’s pretty much everything I loved
Lyrics ... French song. Neo retro / progressive rock. Disdainful, masculine & ...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
Lyrics ... Motown / soul / pop song. Groovy, lively, confident & proud. Female ...Motown / soul / pop song. Groovy, lively, confident & proud. Female singer, piano, bass, trumpet & rhythm. Electric guitar solo @ 1'52.
Live, love, dream and funEnjoy your day from monday to sunday Live, love, dream and fun Those summer waves taking your soul away It’s summertime, the sun is high in the sky The day is mine, no place for doubtings and why suncream, cocktails, drinks, tanned skin Lazy, nothing more to feel in Hey! The day is mine... High heels, sunset color of heat No breeze to refresh our bodiesIt’s time to live free Following pleasure and sun Everything has to be filled with color and fun Moving slowly, towards water and sand Let your soul be, enjoying further around It’s time to live free Following pleasure and sun Everything has to be filled with color and fun Moving slowly, towards water and sand Let your soul be, enjoying further around
Lyrics ... Pop song / Motown. Catchy, bouncy & determined. Female singer, bass, ...Pop song / Motown. Catchy, bouncy & determined. Female singer, bass, brass hits & rhythm. Guitar solo @ 2'21.
Hanging out, we’re in another fightI just want you to turn up and walkHide those tears, you think that I’m pleased, how come we never agreed It is so sad that after all those years No one tries to stop the fights and the fears Your losing the north boy, you’re losing it! Flaming love, hatred’s above I just want you to give me more Hide those tears, you think that I’m pleased, how come we never agreed It is so sad that after all those years No one tries to stop the fights and the fears Your losing the north boy, you’re losing it!
Lyrics ... Pop song / Motown / soul. Catchy, confident & classy. Female singer, ...Pop song / Motown / soul. Catchy, confident & classy. Female singer, piano, clap, bass & rhythm. Saxophone solo @ 2'56.
You never look up to the sky above It’s surely here oh only your fault Said...That time goes by nowYou always like to say that is all grey Complaining never helped anyway Makin’... Mmmh Big changes... ‘Cause if you lift your head a bit more You will see how beautiful this world can be whenever you get sad and lonely Just open your eyes...Walking down the street!Walking down the street, by walking Don’t loose time on things that would hurt you Looking forward’s better for you Never... Let that time go nowIt’s up to you to chase all the blues Nobody’s gonna do it for you Let it.. Shine through
Indie rock. Eccentric & driving. Video games for all the family. Rock ...Indie rock. Eccentric & driving. Video games for all the family. Rock band with synth.
Kiddie pop for bouncy kids. Funny & happy. Small band with organ, ...Kiddie pop for bouncy kids. Funny & happy. Small band with organ, claps & kazoo @ 1'02.
Pasillo (waltz). Latin music. Sad, lonely & moving. Acoustic guitars, ...Pasillo (waltz). Latin music. Sad, lonely & moving. Acoustic guitars, pan flute & rhythm with sleigh bells.
Cumbia, chicha. Latin music. Inexorable but danceable & catchy. ...Cumbia, chicha. Latin music. Inexorable but danceable & catchy. Brass, electric guitar & rhythm.
Morna, guajira-son. Latin music. Moving, sad & wandering. Classical ...Morna, guajira-son. Latin music. Moving, sad & wandering. Classical guitar, pan flute, bongo & piano @ 1'17.
Cumbia with a touch of klezmer music. Latin music. Melancholic, ...Cumbia with a touch of klezmer music. Latin music. Melancholic, catchy & lively. Clarinet, electric and acoustic guitars & traditional rhythm.