Panoramic & obstinate. Ngoni (African guitar) playing like a banjo, ...Panoramic & obstinate. Ngoni (African guitar) playing like a banjo, percussion & strings.
Parole ... Guinean song. Lively & danceable. Traditional male singer with female ...Guinean song. Lively & danceable. Traditional male singer with female choir, acoustic guitar, xylophone & rhythm.
Ma guinée est de retour avec de nouveaux objectifs, et projetslevons nous pour contribuer à ce changement du pays Allons travailler ensemble ,tous ensemble donnons-nous la main pour le développement du pays
Parole ... Guinean song. Festive & danceable. Traditional male singer with ...Guinean song. Festive & danceable. Traditional male singer with female choir, piano, synth, electric guitar & rhythm.
GuineaGuinea is backMa Guinée est de retourGuinea is back Ma guinéeMa belle patrieQuelque soit la conjonctureNous serons là à tes côté Je serais là quelque soit la conjonctureRien n'est meilleur que d'aimer son paysJe serais là quelque soit la situationTout ce que l'on fait de bon pour le pays est bienvenu Je m'en vais en Guinée mon paysLà où je suis néJe m'adresse au peuple de GuinéeCeux qui sont dans le pays et à l' étranger se donnent la main pour faire avancer le pays dans le bon sens Je vais chez moi , chez mes parents en Guinée, là où je suis né, là où j'ai grandiSi jamais j'ai nui à mon paysJe vous pris de me pardonnerOn est bien chez soiLes ivoiriens les maliens, sénégalais, burkinabais, gambiains ont témoigné, c'est la véritéNulle part au monde l'on est mieux que chez soiTu ne seras jamais supérieur à trois choses dans la vie :Ta mère, ton père et là où tu as poussé ton premier cri. La Guinée est de retourGuinea is backCeux qui sont à l'étranger doivent venir travailler au paysDans la justice , le travail et la solidaritéDonnons-nous la main pour être unisSosso , malinké , foula, forestier,Sont tous guinéens
Parole ... Guinean song. Traditional male singer with female choir, wah-wah ...Guinean song. Traditional male singer with female choir, wah-wah guitar, synth, brass & rhythm.
De la compréhension mutuelle en amour, l'acceptation, le pardon de l'autre pour construire ensemble.
Parole ... Guinean song. Traditional male singer with female choir, electric ...Guinean song. Traditional male singer with female choir, electric guitar, organ, brass & rhythm.
Parole ... Guinean song. Traditional male singer with female choir, acoustic ...Guinean song. Traditional male singer with female choir, acoustic guitar, brass & rhythm.
Les fléaux qui minent l'Afrique, la corruption, les dictatures, l'excision des femmes.
Parole ... Guinean song. Traditional male singer with female choir, wah-wah ...Guinean song. Traditional male singer with female choir, wah-wah guitar, brass & rythm.
Le rythme yankadi est une danse traditionnelle dansée lors d'une compétition organisée par le royaume guinéen. Le trophée en est la plus belle femme du village.
Parole ... Guinean song. Traditional male singer with female choir, brass, ...Guinean song. Traditional male singer with female choir, brass, electric guitar & rhythm.
Savoir aimer à temps sans perdre de temps à jouer avec les sentiments.
Guinean song. Traditional male singer with female choir, brass, ...Guinean song. Traditional male singer with female choir, brass, electric guitar & rhythm.
Parole ... Explicit Lyrics. Rap. Heavy & cut. Electronics, MC's & rhythm.
Heard this one whispered through the cracks in the xylophoneOlfactory sensation is of coffee and the styrofoamAs for battle raps and who's the dopestLearned to take it lightly like my mother's jew neurosisPrognosis was never be the baron of this rap shitBut you know what they say, let them wear it if the cap fitIm rocking mine with pride and style it upSlightly angled to the side, crunk, wilding on the cutScratch an accapella like a lottery ticketDug some Donald Byrd out the crate, flipped itLove to make her shake and taste her lipstickThe way she flakes the brisket, it really takes the biscuitWhen I rips it, like a Jedi knight with the force in meWalk the fine line between debauchery and sorceryMicrophone magician, construct an algorithm with precisionRhyming Wittgensteinian logician on a missionWishing upon a star..Green to the T with the caviar now check the referenceMusical allusions in the sessionsPlus youthful optimism is itself an act of reverence
Dont get no water on the gremlinsGet slaughtered like LemmingsMake 'em board up the KremlinHigh treason.. down with the regent I was harassed and fought like Harrison Fordin that one episode of South Park where he's buried in cock.Blood gushing from his orifice like sherry or port,while all of ya'll just watched like an american sport.Where are your balls? I'm tearing you alla new jap's eye. Rap fly, that is why i carry the torch.The chairman of boards; the ferryman of yachts;the baddest mothafucka that you ever heard, but that ain't your fault.If you had any idea of the mind focusthat goes into every word that I write on thispeace of paper, you couldn't breathe on the mic, homes.It's the speech Vader teaching you hitting the right tones withmy ill voice. You couldn't read me a tight poem ifyour name was Shakespeare, so retreat or rhyme pwned, bitch!On the real, you believe it's a light joke, kid?You better think again and go find a new rhyme opponent.
Parole ... Ironic & insistant pop song. Female lead singer, rhythm & electric ...Ironic & insistant pop song. Female lead singer, rhythm & electric violin.
It’s not those mics called the overheadsAnd it’s not those crystals that fit into the palm of my handsNo they won’t crack the safe where I piled hundreds of words just for youWill you try to keep me even if I never break the silence ?
You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned We’ll have to gambleConceal our secretsWe’ll have to set asideOur rusty stringsLead and metals pointed upon usOur disclocated concertoShine and shine with our groovy frequenciesShall we try to keep on even if we’re never in tune ? You’re my doudou boy, you’re my hut, you are my intimate shedI like our groovy love even if we are obviously untuned And if it was a perfect love, it wouldn’t be the same tuneWouldn’t you miss those dirty sounds… untuned ?Untuned…
Parole ... Fairy & strange folk ballad. female lead singer, rhythm & trombone.
The legend of the marvellousJourneys and heroic deedsThe many adventuresOf Prince Bova The mighty BogatyrBegins with the tale of his insidious mother Militrisa KirtiervnaPlotted the deathOf her husbandTsar GuidonSo she could marry her secret lover Tsar Dadon
But when Dadon threwBova into a dungeonMilitrisa’s maternal heartWas deeply touched The mighty BogatyrAnd so she helped Bova to escape His two great powers:Unparalleled strengthAnd unearthly beautyEnabled himTo defeat the forces of evil and find his true love:Druzhevna Zenzeveyvna He then married herAnd he too became a TsarThey had a sonWhom they also called Bova The mighty BogatyrEnds with the tale of his handsome boy Bova the elderWhen his son grew upReturned homeCraving for revengeHe beheaded Dadon and his son was crowned Tsar in his place
Parole ... Pop song. Decided & confident. Female singer, strings & rhythm.
You wake upWrapped in your dreamsYou start to stretch like a cat The sun shinesIt’s Sunday morningAnd I feel free as a bird And I love youThe grain of your skinSpreads sparkles in me We’re lazyWe share a few kissesEmbrace tenderly We’ll leave the world behind and keep leaning in the sunIs time really passing by or are we kind of eternal? In the airFlavours of fresh breadAnd delicious coffee The bell rungEleven timesIt could have been billions more(and)OutsideChildren are playingWe hear them laughing
I knowYou enjoy itThough you’ve never really loved me Whatever we are and whatever we feelThere are precious moments we should never throw away In the beauty of this morning, we’ll just pretend to be oneWe’ll try to find a name for the kids we’ll never haveWhatever we are and whatever we feelThere are precious moments we should never throw away
There ain’t nobody that I knowThat walks full of libertyWe’re cursed and our bodies curl upHow can’t we speak out against it ? We’re like stuck in a winterWhere the cold pinches our skinThe wind does squeeze in everywhereFreezing our faces with fear Can we stop ? Can we change ?Can we try to do something useful in the end? I‘ll call the sun and warm you upI’ll say Don’t give in, keep it up,Have some food and have a restAnd let your soul just do the rest I know your hearts are differentPlease stop smothering their beats!I know your inner nature manI know you could be innocent!
Can we stop ? Can we change ?Can we try to do something useful in the end?
In all my dreams you stand up freeAnd proudly give that look at meI would see how life is strongFlowing from your gigantic eyes I’d say Happy, I’m so happy!I’m gonna paint myself in greenI’m gonna jump like a hopperAbove the seas above the skies Can we stop ? Can we change ?Can we try to do something useful in the end?
NathanaelGrows a new skinAlters his pigmentsOne/We can change… Forget it allFeel everythingBe a filterBy yourself And I will travel inThe fruits and the flavoursI will taste tangerinesI’ll put my tongue in yours I will try everythingI’ll learn it all myselfI’ll keep on digging inI’ll swallow all the earth
