In the secret of his dreams sitting in the darkness he is looking out through the window sounds and laughs resounding in his memory like a trembling on the other side of the window
waiting for the ending he sings the song telling the story of a man who know life's thorny like a rose waiting for the ending he sings the song
this is the story of a man who knows there's nobody else around
guiding bird has disappeared joining hands, he closes his eyes and put his head on the pillow something wrong has changed his faith in misery his life is like a movie waiting for a scenario
life...is...thorny like a rose pray...waiting...for an answer faith....
Lyrics ... Spoken word. Tormented & strange. Spoken male voice, electronics & ...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.
Lyrics ... Song. Determined but melancholic. Electric guitar, male voice & ...Song. Determined but melancholic. Electric guitar, male voice & rhythm.
When you heart is a messYou’ve lost your friendAll you need is therapia When you fear of successNothing more to gainAll you need is therapia When you fail over and over againAll you need is therapia You think you deserve another chanceAll you need is therapiaAll you need is therapiaAll you need is therapia
Lyrics ... 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
Lyrics ... Captivating, fresh & smooth Brazilian pop song about an impossible ...Captivating, fresh & smooth Brazilian pop song about an impossible love. I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy... Male singer & backing vocals, synth, pop band, Brazilian & electronic percussion.
BR: Roubar um banco inteiro por tesãoBeber um litro e meio me farãoCair de corpo inteiro mas não vou nãoFaz parte do desejo da escravidão Me veio oferecendo sua mãoQuase lhe dei um beijo, Não dei não,Eu finjo não ser doido nãoEu não sou doido não 2x Perdido, Num sentimento, casamentoBem e malCabo de guerraDois irmãosPrecisoDe um tratamentoMovimento dentroDo meu coração Roubar um banco inteiro por tesãoBeber um litro e meio me farãoCair de corpo inteiro mas não vou nãoFaz parte do desejo da escravidão Me veio oferecendo sua mãoQuase lhe dei um beijo, Não dei não,Eu finjo não ser doido nãoEu não sou doido não 2x Tanto estreitoSe torna o leitoQuando a alma começa a pesarSer perfeitoÉ um defeitoQue alguém não pode sustentar----------------- Roubar um banco inteiro por tesãoBeber um litro e meio me farãoCair de corpo mas não vou nãoFaz parte do desejo da escravidão Me veio oferecendo sua mãoQuase lhe dei um beijo, Não dei não,Eu finjo não ser doido nãoEu não sou doido nãoEu não sou doido não (Bis x 2 )Doido não,Eu não sou doido nãoEu não sou doido nãoDoido não,Eu não sou doido nãoEu não sou doido não
EN: Robbing an entire bank by desireDrinking a liter and a half will make meFall down with my whole body, but I won'tIt's part of the desire for slavery He came to me offering his handI almost gave him a kiss, I didn't,I pretend I'm not crazyI'm not crazy 2x Lost, In a feeling, marriageGood and evilTug of warTwo brothersI needA treatmentMovement insideMy heart Robbing an entire bank by desireDrinking a liter and a half will make meFall down with my whole body, but I won'tIt's part of the desire for slavery He came to me offering his handI almost gave him a kiss, I didn't,I pretend I'm not crazyI'm not crazy 2x So narrowThe bed becomesWhen the soul begins to weighTo be perfectIs a defectThat one cannot sustain----------------- Robbing an entire bank by desireDrinking a liter and a half will make meFall down with my whole body, but I won'tIt's part of the desire for slavery He came to me offering his handI almost gave him a kiss, I didn't,I pretend I'm not crazyI'm not crazyI'm not crazy (Bis x 2 )Not crazy,I'm not crazyI'm not crazyNot crazy,I'm not crazyI'm not crazy
Lyrics ... Festive, amusing & lively Brazilian pop song about the relationship ...Festive, amusing & lively Brazilian pop song about the relationship between men & women in a couple. Male & female vocal duet, cavaquinho, autotune vocal fx, low pitch fx, synth, acoustic guitar, claps, Brazilian & electronic percussion. Break with saxophone @ 1'57.
BR:
Temos que conversar,
Hora de avaliar
Temos que conversar,
Hora de avaliar
Teu passado tá entre nós, e sempre volta pra judiar
ê ê
Você
Sumiu
Cade
O cigarro que você ia comprar
Angustiada te esperando no altar
ê ê
Você
Sumiu
Fiquei te esperando 6 meses da minha
Fui lambendo essa ferida, fui chorando dolorida
Só que tu não mereceu, já que desapareceu
Agora tá de volta, parece que se fudeu
Vai ter que pagar pensão, nesse mundo de ilusão
Se tinha um sim agora vai morrer na mão
Vai morrer na mão
Temos que conversar,
Hora de avaliar
Temos que conversar,
Hora de avaliar
Teu passado tá entre nós, e sempre volta pra judiar
Você que só se queixa
Sem saber amar
Troca a sorte por azar
Meu velho disse que daí não vai dar boa
Que essa mulher já acabou com outra pessoa
Só TV, sem pagar, come sem, trabalhar
Se sofri, ela não vai nem ligar
ê ê
Você
Fingiu
Temos que conversar,
Hora de avaliar
Temos que conversar,
Hora de avaliar
Teu passado tá entre nós, e sempre volta pra judiar
Temos que conversar,
Hora de avaliar
Temos que conversar,
Hora de avaliar
Teu passado tá entre nós, e sempre volta pra judiar
ENG:
We need to talk,
Time to estimate
We need to talk,
Time to estimate
Your past is among us, and it always comes back to hurt.
Hey, hey
You
Disappeared
Where
Is the cigarette you were going to buy
Anxiously waiting for you at the altar
Hey, hey
You
Disappeared
I waited for you for 6 months of my life
I licked this wound, I cried in pain
But you didn't deserve it, since you disappeared
Now you're back, seems like you screwed up
You'll have to pay child support, in this world of illusion
If there was a yes, now it will die in vain
Will die in vain
We need to talk,
Time to assess
We need to talk,
Time to assess
Your past is among us, and it always comes back to hurt.
You only complain
Without knowing how to love
Exchanging luck for misfortune
My old man said it won't end well from there
That this woman has already destroyed another person
Just TV, without paying, eating without working
If I suffered, she won't even care
Hey, hey
You
Faked
We need to talk,
Time to assess
We need to talk,
Time to assess
Your past is among us, and it always comes back to hurt.
We need to talk,
Time to assess
We need to talk,
Time to assess
Your past is among us, and it always comes back to hurt.
Lyrics ... Swagger, nocturnal & introspective trap sung in Spanish. Exhausted of ...Swagger, nocturnal & introspective trap sung in Spanish. Exhausted of running out of luck. Female rap singer, sampling, synth & electronic percussion.
ES:
no me busques más que estoy cansa'
ya no tengo tiempo pa' tus dramas de sofa
ya no tengo voz para dejarte algún mensaje
ya no tengo riego solo siento un desencaje
estoy desencaja'
no quiero morirme pero si ver el nirvana
soy la Tego Calderon de esta triste balada
el García Lorca y el Calderon de la barca
solo hace teatro
esto es un teatro
ya no siento na'
la catarsis se evapora en cuanto tu te vas
las horas se vuelven flojas metete cristal
por si se te pasa
sad girl aficiona'
por si se te pasa
mis conspiraciones son teorías a estudiar
ni si quiera estoy segura de si me vas a llamar
búscame a las doce en el parque de prosperidad
no se si son mis demonios o eres tu
o es lo mismo, que mas da
que mas da
tengo los bolsillos desgastaos
de tanto meter mano y no sacar taja', no sacar taja'
solo trozos de astillas que me hacen sangrar
siete notas siete colores
siete días fumando polen
siete aros que me he comprao'
siete vírgenes he rezao'
siete notas siete colores
siete días fumando polen
siete años de mala suerte
mi materialismo es mi muerte
EN:
don't look for me any more, I'm tired
I don't have time for your sofa dramas any more
I don't have a voice to leave you a message
I don't have irrigation anymore I just feel a disjoint
I'm disjointed
I don't want to die but I want to see the nirvana
I'm the Tego Calderon of this sad ballad
the Garcia Lorca and the Calderon de la barca
it' s just theater
this is a theater
I don't feel anything anymore
the catharsis evaporates as soon as you're gone
the hours become sluggish get in crystal
in case you get over it
sad girl amateur
just in case you get over it
my conspiracies are theories to be studied
I'm not even sure if you're gonna call me back
look for me at twelve o'clock in prosperity park
I don't know if it's my demons or you
or it's all the same, what difference does it make
what difference does it make
I've got my pockets worn out
from so much reaching in and not getting any slice out, not getting any slice out
just pieces of splinters that make me bleed
seven notes seven colors
seven days smoking pollen
seven hoops that I've bought
seven virgins I have prayed
seven notes seven colors
seven days smoking pollen
seven years of bad luck
my materialism is my death
Lyrics ... Canadian indie folk band. Disenchanted & lonely piano intro. Unsteady ...Canadian indie folk band. Disenchanted & lonely piano intro. Unsteady laid-back rhythm @ 0'32 with acoustic guitar. Male voice @ 1'03 singing adversity / painful emotions lyrics. Depressing break @ 1'36. Female voice & cello @ 2'27. Suggested for indie film, tv drama & anti hero.
You're acting all brave like you don't feel a thing Your heart is in glass, you can't hide a storm from me Your tears running down your throat, swallow
A bowling ball, a mouthful of six inch nails
This pain inside your head is killing me
I won't be the one to say that time heals everything Well I know it's true, but you wouldn't want me to Though I've been there a thousand times before Still I never know the words to say
Now who made that hole in your chest Now you deserve some rest
Open the valves and let it flow
You wouldn't want to keep that cancer into you Just don't let your soul get stuck in muddy waters When the fog is gone, you'll find a road ahead
And I'll be there cheering for you Like you've been there before for me For me
Lyrics ... Indie pop folk. Sentimental then determined. Progression & climax ...Indie pop folk. Sentimental then determined. Progression & climax with backing vocals @ 2'28. Male singer & pop rock band.
I am still confused , till I seek this woman
she's a sweet , honey deep and shy
I don't know what to choose , How to keep this girl
stand by me come on baby one more time
I'm driving so far, I'm driving so far, I'm driving so far, On the way you got me
My feelings are diffused, till you grave me these words
saying you got to leave the town
That I had to cut you loose , we would live together
You would cross me baby one more time
I'm driving so far, I'm driving so far, I'm driving so far, On the way you got me
I don't know what to choose , would I reach tis woman
And my love is up and down
And I'm now disabused, I am sick of this whole thing
Show you please baby just one time
I'm driving so far, I'm driving so far, I'm driving so far, On the way you got me
Yeah I've lost my loving
My heart is up and down
Yeah I've wasted my loving
Why did you let me down
All I can do by myself
I want to shoot me down
Yeah I've wasted my loving
I'm sick of falling in love
Far , I'm driving , Far , I'm driving
So far I'm driving , Far , I'm driving
Underscore. Indie pop folk. Sentimental then determined. Progression ...Underscore. Indie pop folk. Sentimental then determined. Progression & climax. Pop rock band.
Lyrics ... Quaint, emotional, loving. Bittersweet acoustic guitar and banjo ...Quaint, emotional, loving. Bittersweet acoustic guitar and banjo intertwine with each other. Male vocal sings of forgetting mundane worries, living for love and making the most of a special connection. Gentle, personable vocals create a heartwarming atmosphere. Lyrics suggest giving up trivial aspects of life in favour of embracing love and freedom. Organic instrumentation illustrate a real, natural passion.
Drown me out, I can’t hear you nowMy body left my heart when you left the roomDon’t look at the time, don’t look at your phoneJust follow me outta here into the unknownHelp me waste our time I’m calling you up, I’m telling you nowThat I can’t go on this wayHey hey hey, what do you say to thisYou and I forever lost in usHere comes the sunAnd honey we’re still young Help me out, I can’t bear this nowThe loneliness has broken me in twoAm I fool? Am I a fool for you?The only thing that keeps me hereIs knowing there’s a chance that you couldHelp me waste our time I’m calling you up, I’m telling you nowThat I can’t go on this wayHey hey hey, what do you say to thisYou and I forever lost in usHere comes the sunAnd honey we’re still young I’m calling you up, I’m telling you nowThat I can’t go on this wayHey hey hey, what do you say to thisYou and I forever lost in usHere comes the sunHere comes the sunAnd honey we’re still young
Quaint, emotional, meaningful. Bittersweet acoustic guitar and banjo ...Quaint, emotional, meaningful. Bittersweet acoustic guitar and banjo intertwine with each other. Ascending, echoing piano riff into warm chords instils a deeper sense of love and affection. Melancholy chord sequence creates a pained but heartwarming atmosphere. Instrumental version.
Quaint, emotional, meaningful. Bittersweet acoustic guitar and banjo ...Quaint, emotional, meaningful. Bittersweet acoustic guitar and banjo intertwine with each other. Melancholy chord sequence creates a pained but heartwarming atmosphere. Stripped back underscore version.
Lyrics ... Tense, austere, determined, dramatic. Euphoric muted guitar sets out ...Tense, austere, determined, dramatic. Euphoric muted guitar sets out a steady, almost panicked tempo, methodical performance reminiscent of a countdown clock. Echoing female vocal sings of praying in the woods and the sun, dramatic imagery. Cathartic breakthrough at 02:14 as melodies build and instruments swirl together. Whispered vocals convey a meaningful energy. A feeling of time running out, a powerful natural force reclaiming its dominance.
Ooo… For me… For meOoo… For me… For me Looking for a prayer in the woods tonightEmber of the sun and it’s coming aliveFor me… For me Looking for a prayer in the woods tonight (in the woods tonight)Ember of the sun and it’s coming alive (it’s coming alive, it’s coming alive, it’s coming alive, in the woods tonight)For me… For me Burn… Burn… The wallsBurn… Burn… The wallsFor me… For me Down to the wire, the only blade has spunFor me… For me (Looking for a prayer in the woods tonight) x (Ooo… For me… For me)(Looking for a prayer in the woods tonight) x (Ooo… For me… For me) Burn… Burn… The wallsBurn… Burn… The wallsFor me… To me Mmm, you’re such a let downMmm, the shameMmm, the gossip eye blinksAnd the embers engulf the flame
Tense, austere, determined, dramatic. Euphoric muted guitar sets out ...Tense, austere, determined, dramatic. Euphoric muted guitar sets out a steady, almost panicked tempo, methodical performance reminiscent of a countdown clock. Cathartic breakthrough at 02:14 as melodies build and instruments swirl together. A feeling of time running out, a powerful natural force reclaiming its dominance. Instrumental version.
Tense, austere, determined, dramatic. Acoustic guitar sets out a ...Tense, austere, determined, dramatic. Acoustic guitar sets out a steady, almost panicked tempo. Echoing female vocal sings of praying in the woods and the sun, dramatic imagery. Cathartic breakthrough at 02:08 as vocals and guitar rise in intensity together. Whispered vocals convey a meaningful energy. A feeling of time running out, a powerful natural force reclaiming its dominance. Stripped back underscore version.
Tense, austere, determined, dramatic. Euphoric muted guitar sets out ...Tense, austere, determined, dramatic. Euphoric muted guitar sets out a steady, almost panicked tempo, methodical performance reminiscent of a countdown clock. Additional guitars circle, moving into a rousing sequence at 00:53 and again at 02:04. Dramatic string melodies rising with purpose. A feeling of time running out, a powerful natural force reclaiming its dominance. Stripped back underscore version.
Lyrics ... Austere, brooding, explosive. Deep, echoing kick drum sets out a dark ...Austere, brooding, explosive. Deep, echoing kick drum sets out a dark feeling, followed by grave acoustic guitar and contemplative female vocals. Explosive catharsis at 00:53, with powerful drums and overdriven guitar back into more calm, austere atmosphere. Lyrics about guns, running out of luck and poison instil a renegade, cowboy energy. Screeching guitars deliver a rock euphoria.
Deep breath, he’s watching your chestYou’re counting down from the blue One, two, three get to the green Red touch like a lover’s ruse
Why did you choose to waste your poison? Why did you choose to waste your poison?
(No way) Say it ain’t so, the blood runs cold like a sinner man (No way)Venom exposed, the blood runs cold like a sinner man
Well did you want it? You want it, you don’t get it Did you get it? You don’t get it at all
Well did you want it? You want it, you don’t get it Did you get it? You don’t get it at all Bird has sung, got to lower the gun The gun is gonna count to three, two, one You gon’ gonna run but the luck has run on Gasping for the air you breathe Why did you choose to waste your poison?
So Cold... So Cold...
(No way) Say it ain’t so, the blood runs cold like a sinner man (No way) Bullet in my lungs, the blood runs cold like a sinner man (No way) (No way) (No way)
Austere, brooding, explosive. Deep echoing kick drum sets out a dark ...Austere, brooding, explosive. Deep echoing kick drum sets out a dark feeling, followed by grave acoustic guitar setting out a renegade, cowboy energy. Explosive catharsis at 00:53, with powerful drums and overdriven guitar back into more calm, austere atmosphere. Screeching guitars deliver a rock euphoria. Instrumental version.
Austere, brooding. Contemplative female vocals join with grave, minor ...Austere, brooding. Contemplative female vocals join with grave, minor acoustic guitar. Powerful strummed guitar giving rise to more dramatic, choral vocals. Lyrics about guns, running out of luck and poison instil a renegade, cowboy energy. Stripped back underscore version.
Austere, brooding. Grave, minor acoustic guitar followed by deep, ...Austere, brooding. Grave, minor acoustic guitar followed by deep, echoing kick drum. Explosive catharsis at 00:53, with powerful drums and aggressively strummed acoustic guitar back into more calm, austere atmosphere. Overdriven electric guitar with minor riff instils a renegade, cowboy energy. Stripped back underscore version.
