Text ... Alternative, indie rock, folk. Nervous, mysterious yet determined. ...Alternative, indie rock, folk. Nervous, mysterious yet determined. Explosive chorus. Suggested for road movie, TV show, indie film. Rock band with acoustic guitar, piano, organ & female singer.
Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike. And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.
Ride, ride, ride, ride…
From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist. Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.
Ride, ride, ride, ride…
They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye. And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.
LES ANGESÉtaient-ce les humeurs de l’automne Mélancolie des feuilles sous les ormes Était-ce la couleur de l’air, la douceur de l’eau Tout ce qui fait encore danser les roseauxÉtait-ce la béance de ton cœur La triste précision des longues heures Ou était-ce le fond du temps, le fond des gens, Profondément, les vivants...?Il est trop tôt ce soir Au bord des battants noirs La lune n’a pas eu le temps De dissuader le vent.Était-ce la hauteur des étoiles Qui ont soudain hissé leurs grandes voiles Emmenant avec elle, les fées Dérobant la brillance de l’étéLes angesÉtait-ce l’insouciance du hasard Que l’on a vu sortir trop en retard Et qui sous ta fenêtre a oublié L’appel du temps, l’éternité.Il est trop tôt ce soir Au bord des battants noirs La lune n’a pas eu le temps De dissuader le ventÉtait-ce la figure du triste monde Colère de la mer qui monte Était-ce le fond des villes, les ports trop loin L’indifférence de chaque matin.Était-ce l’impuissance de tes peurs Les mains vides de sens, dans l’ampleur Adieu le sort, adieu l’exil Adieu l’existence tranquille.
Text ... Romance in the spirit of Broadway musicals of 40s & 50s. Sensual, ...Romance in the spirit of Broadway musicals of 40s & 50s. Sensual, lazy & sophisticated. Female singer, orchestra with string ensemble, brass & brushes. Muted trumpet @ 1'42.
I JUST DON’T CARE
Music by Sebastijan Duh
Lyrics by John Greaves
THERE IS SOMETHING IN HIS EYES
THAT I SHOULD RECOGNIZE
BE SMART BE COOL BEWARE
EVEN THO I REALIZE
IT’S PROBABLY UNWISE
I JUST DON’T CARE
MY FEET ARE OFF THE GROUND
MY POOR HEAD IS SPINNING AROUND
PLEASE JUST LET ME FANTASIZE
HE’S NOT LIKE OTHER GUYS
IT’S REAL LOVE I HAVE FOUND
LOOKS LIKE THE WRITING’S ON THE WALL
NO USE IN FIGHTING, NONE AT ALL
WHO COULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT I WOULD FALL
SO HELPLESSLY ?
IF YOU’RE THINKING I AM DUMB
TO FALL UNDER HIS THUMB
DUMB MAYBE BUT I’M HAPPY
Text ... Romance in the spirit of Broadway musicals of 40s & 50s. Sensual, ...Romance in the spirit of Broadway musicals of 40s & 50s. Sensual, sentimental, lazy & sophisticated. Male singer in crooner style, orchestra, string ensemble, brass & rhythm. Lead muted trumpet @ 1'42.
I JUST DON’T CARE
Music by Sebastijan Duh Lyrics by John Greaves
THERE IS SOMETHING IN HIS EYES THAT I SHOULD RECOGNIZE BE SMART BE COOL BEWARE
EVEN THO I REALIZE IT’S PROBABLY UNWISE I JUST DON’T CARE
MY FEET ARE OFF THE GROUND MY POOR HEAD IS SPINNING AROUND
PLEASE JUST LET ME FANTASIZE HE’S NOT LIKE OTHER GUYS IT’S REAL LOVE I HAVE FOUND
LOOKS LIKE THE WRITING’S ON THE WALL NO USE IN FIGHTING, NONE AT ALL WHO COULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT I WOULD FALL SO HELPLESSLY ?
IF YOU’RE THINKING I AM DUMB TO FALL UNDER HIS THUMB DUMB MAYBE BUT I’M HAPPY
Text ... Indie pop ballad. Sensual, groovy, bright & exalted. Guitars, synth, ...Indie pop ballad. Sensual, groovy, bright & exalted. Guitars, synth, rhythm & female vocals. Recommended for advertising.
Drinking in an empty glass Sure I won’t get drunk that fast Will the next one be the last ? I’ll pay my dues I know I’ve often been so bad I know I made you feeling sad But Now I wanna make you glad And pay my dues Will the needle start the show Will the needle let me know You remind me tears and cries I’ll punish myself , I’ll be nice I know I can’t replay the past But pay my dues You’ve always been by my side Even when my mind gets wild You’re roaming round and round inside I pay my dues
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....
Text ... Down tempo lounge music. Sensual & exotic. Female & male spoken voice ...Down tempo lounge music. Sensual & exotic. Female & male spoken voice & latin-electro rhythm.
ParaísoBienvenue au ParadisEl bien el mal.Mon nirvana c'est toi.Viens et prends ta dose de love Bad Boy.
