Parole ... Indie dream pop. Confident, dreamy, catchy, bright & serene. Female ...Indie dream pop. Confident, dreamy, catchy, bright & serene. Female singer, guitar, synth & drum. For commercial, tv series, indie movie & positive content.
What’s in your dream I wanna know And tell me can you see the afterglow ?
An island in the snow is what you draw And then you know you can’t let go
What you’ve never seen I’ll show you
I’m stepping in your dreams I’ll wall through
Open your eyes
And tell me twice
You don’t see life otherwise Tell me how
Tell me how
If you don’t try you never know
What you’ve never seen
I ll show you
I m stepping in your dreams I ‘ll wall through
Parole ... Attitude, laid-back & swagger hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. ...Attitude, laid-back & swagger hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. Dedicated to female friends. Female rap singer, electric harpsichord, synth, fx bullet, fx vinyl noise & electronic percussion. Interlude @ 2'17.
ES:
tengo el quinto elemento
represión automática
las niñas de mis ojos
rugen humo mientras bailan
hombros anchos y altas
fuertes como jabatas
mascarillas azules
y unas velas aromáticas
a pesar del chandal somos todas muy románticas
y cada rumba sale directa del anima
donde no hay dinero hay carisma y sociedad
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
tenemos el pelo como las lobas árticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
las malas tenemos conexión telepática
guárdate para ti toda tu insulsa plática
la noche se presenta juguetona y acida
y he contao' las veces que me has mirao' pasar
no me hagas tener que sumártelas
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
miran de reojo por la rabia
quieren bailar salsa con nosotras para oler la jacaranda
mírale a la cara mientras baja
brujas con sus capsulas letales como efímeras erráticas
es el truco que nunca le falla
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
en la pista es como una bala
rapida precisa y luego mata
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
no somos gatas de teoría
EN:
I have the fifth element
automatic repression
the girls of my eyes
roar smoke as they dance
broad-shouldered and tall
strong as jabatas
blue masks
and scented candles
in spite of the tracksuit we are all very romantic
and every party comes straight from the soul
where there is no money there is charisma and society
we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are practical
we have hair like the arctic she-wolves
we are practical
we are practical
we bad girls have telepathic connection
keep all your dull chatter to yourself
the night comes playful and acidic
and I've counted all the times you've watched me pass by
don't make me have to add them up to you
skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
they look sideways out of rage
they want to dance salsa with us just to smell the jacaranda
look at their face as it goes down
witches with their lethal capsules as ephemeral erratics
it's the trick that never fails them
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
on the dance floor she' s like a bullet
fast accurate and then kills
skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are not theory cats
Parole ... Explicit. Attitude, laid-back & swagger hip-hop sung in Spanish. ...Explicit. Attitude, laid-back & swagger hip-hop sung in Spanish. Dedicated to female friends. Female rap singer, electric harpsichord, synth, fx bullet, fx vinyl noise & electronic percussion. Interlude @ 2'17.
ES:
tengo el quinto elemento
represión automática
las niñas de mis ojos
rugen humo mientras bailan
hombros anchos y altas
fuertes como jabatas
mascarillas azules
y unas velas aromáticas
a pesar del chandal somos todas muy románticas
y cada rumba sale directa del anima
donde no hay dinero hay carisma y sociedad
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
tenemos el pelo como las lobas árticas
somos prácticas
somos prácticas
las malas tenemos conexión telepática
guárdate para ti toda tu insulsa plática
la noche se presenta juguetona y acida
y he contao' las veces que me has mirao' pasar
no me hagas tener que sumártelas
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
miran de reojo por la rabia
quieren bailar salsa con nosotras para oler la jacaranda
mírale a la cara mientras baja
brujas y pastillas en la rave como efímeras erráticas
es el truco que nunca le falla
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
en la pista es como una bala
rapida precisa y luego mata
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
flacas africanas horas de calor
brillo con mi pana mientras suena el reggaeton
ropa americana, hiperventilación
porque aquí nos lo bailamo' hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
hasta romper el pantalón
no somos gatas de teoría somos prácticas
somos prácticas
no somos gatas de teoría
EN:
I have the fifth element
automatic repression
the girls of my eyes
roar smoke as they dance
broad-shouldered and tall
strong as jabatas
blue masks
and scented candles
in spite of the tracksuit we are all very romantic
and every party comes straight from the soul
where there is no money there is charisma and society
we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are practical
we have hair like the arctic she-wolves
we are practical
we are practical
we bad girls have telepathic connection
keep all your dull chatter to yourself
the night comes playful and acidic
and I've counted all the times you've watched me pass by
don't make me have to add them up to you
skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
they look sideways out of rage
they want to dance salsa with us just to smell the jacaranda
look at their face as it goes down
witches and pills at the rave as ephemeral erratics
it's the trick that never fails them
fire on the zone cuz she got the sauce got it from her mama
on the dance floor she' s like a bullet
fast accurate and then kills
skinny African hours of heat
shining with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
skinny african hours of heat
I shine with my homie while reggaeton plays
American clothes, hyperventilation
because here we dance it till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
till we rip our pants
we are not theory cats we are practical
we are practical
we are not theory cats
Parole ... Ethereal, charming & intimate ballad-pop sung in Spanish. Gently ...Ethereal, charming & intimate ballad-pop sung in Spanish. Gently falling in love. Female singer, sampling, piano, electric guitar, synth, electronic & sampled percussion.
ES:
me acabo de despertar no era una pesadilla era un sueño cargado sentí el peso de cien universos recayendo en mi costado, seis toneladas de asfalto
te cuento estaba andando tomando una desperados andando por un bar que siempre me olía quemado los tíos por el sitio andaban desesperados molestaban como un rato y luego se iban a otro lado
y de repente me giro tus ojos brillantes toa' la gente bailaban como ignorantes nadie se daba cuenta de lo que había delante mejor para mí no quiero pelearme tu bailas y me tomo otro trago tu bailas y me acuerdo de un fotograma desgastado tu bailas y me acuerdo de aquel cine de verano mirándote la boca soñando con el pecado
el mundo no está hecho para gente como tú no puedes ser mortal teniendo toda esa actitud no puedes ser real por eso digo que es un sueño aunque yo haya tocado cada parte de tu cuerpo si no es pa ser amados dime pa que estamos hechos como me miras baby se que no es un juego te pregunto quien eres y me dices no me acuerdo te digo ven conmigo yo te lo recuerdo
tal vez ya no me quiera escapar puede que me haya vuelto a enamorar tal vez sea un juego pero acepto cada reto y si viene dulce lo voy a probar no es lo que pensé que iba a encontrar pero se que me has venido a buscar beber entre besos con un cúmulo de excesos y sentidos preparándose a estallar
ya no me castigo parece que embriagaste cada uno de mis sentidos yo te amaba antes de haberte conocido vivía encerrada hasta que sentí tus labios en los míos lo mío es ponértelo sencillo no quiero complicarlo solo quiero estar contigo olerte el cuello mis manos entre tus rizos fúmate un cigarro conmigo que yo te invito pégate pregúntame donde vivo vámonos al baño bésame y echa el pestillo cuéntame tus juegos y yo te cuento los míos quédate conmigo baby quédate conmigo quédate conmigo baby quédate conmigo quédate conmigo baby quédate conmigo quédate conmigo que yo te enseño el camino quédate conmigo baby quédate
tal vez ya no me quiera escapar puede que me haya vuelto a enamorar tal vez sea un juego pero acepto cada reto y si viene dulce lo voy a probar no es lo que pensé que iba a encontrar pero se que me has venido a buscar beber entre besos con un cúmulo de excesos y sentidos preparándose a estallar tal vez ya no me quiera escapar puede que me haya vuelto a enamorar tal vez sea un juego pero acepto cada reto y si viene dulce lo voy a probar no es lo que pensé que iba a encontrar pero se que me has venido a buscar beber entre besos con un cúmulo de excesos y sentidos preparándose a estallar
EN:
I just woke up it was not a nightmare it was a heavy dream I felt the weight of a hundred universes falling on my side, six tons of asphalt
I tell you I was walking taking a desperado walking through a bar that always smelled burnt to me the guys around the place were walking around desperate they were bugging for a while and then they'd go somewhere else
and suddenly I turn around your eyes shining all the people were dancing like ignorants no one noticed what was in front of them better for me i don't want to fight
you dance and I take another drink you dance and I remember a faded frame you dance and I remember that summer movie theatre looking at your mouth dreaming of sin
the world is not made for people like you you can't be mortal having all that attitude you can't be real that's why I say it's a dream even though I've touched every part of your body if it's not to be loved tell me what we're made for how you look at me baby I know it's not a game I ask you who are you and you tell me I don't remember I tell you come with me I remind you
Maybe I don't want to run away anymore Maybe I've fallen in love again maybe it's a game but I accept every challenge and if it comes sweet I'll try it it's not what I thought I'd find but I know you've come looking for me to drink between kisses with an accumulation of excess and senses preparing to explode
I no longer punish myself it seems that you intoxicated each one of my senses I loved you before I met you I lived locked up until I felt your lips on mine my thing is to make it simple for you I don't want to complicate it I just want to be with you smell your neck my hands between your curls smoke a cigarette with me I'll buy you one ask me where I live let's go to the bathroom kiss me and bolt the door tell me your games and I'll tell you mine stay with me baby stay with me stay with me baby stay with me stay with me baby stay with me stay with me that I'll show you the way stay with me baby stay with me
maybe I don't want to run away anymore I may have fallen in love again maybe it's a game but I accept every challenge and if it comes sweet I'm gonna taste it it's not what I thought I'd find but I know you've come looking for me to drink between kisses with an accumulation of excess and senses getting ready to explode maybe I don't want to escape anymore maybe I've fallen in love again maybe it's a game but I accept every challenge and if it comes sweet I'll taste it it's not what I thought I'd find but I know you've come looking for me to drink between kisses with an accumulation of excess and senses preparing to explode
Delicate, tender & romantic French waltz in the style of the 40s & ...Delicate, tender & romantic French waltz in the style of the 40s & 50s. Small ensemble with piano, pizzicato strings & flute. Suggested for nostalgic romance.
Thoughtful, nostalgic & sentimental waltz in a Belle-Epoque spirit. ...Thoughtful, nostalgic & sentimental waltz in a Belle-Epoque spirit. Piano & string ensemble.
Melancholic, intimate & pensive French waltz in the style of the 40s ...Melancholic, intimate & pensive French waltz in the style of the 40s & 50s. Small ensemble with piano, pizzicato strings & clarinet.
