Nonchalant, serene & mellow but serious flamenco in a soleá ...Nonchalant, serene & mellow but serious flamenco in a soleá aesthetic. Style born in the region of Cadiz in Andalusia. Spanish Guitar played with tremoloes @ 1'55.
Parole ... Bluesy song in the spirit of the musicals,. Lazy, melancholic. Male ...Bluesy song in the spirit of the musicals,. Lazy, melancholic. Male singer in crooner style, Orchestra, pizz, piano, string ensemble, brass & rhythm with brushes.
RAINY DAY
Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega
Rainy day
Feeling blue
Skies are grey
Where are you?
I know I
Shouldn’t feel this way
But I do
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I swear
We’ll meet again
And we’ll laugh away
That rainy day
From way back then
Rainy day
Bluesy, dreary & gloomy. Jazz orchestra with pizzicato strings, ...Bluesy, dreary & gloomy. Jazz orchestra with pizzicato strings, piano, muted trumpet, brass & rhythm with brushes. In the style of films noir of the 40s & 50s.
70s. Sophisticated & groovy with a disco touch. Wurlitzer piano ...70s. Sophisticated & groovy with a disco touch. Wurlitzer piano intro, strings & female vocals. Suggested for TV series, credits, opening & romance
Positive & exhilarating in a spirit of togetherness. Built-up ...Positive & exhilarating in a spirit of togetherness. Built-up gradually. Piano & strings. Reverse fx. Suggested for corporate & luxury.
Parole ... Folk song. Tender, charming, naive, delicate & feminine. Female ...Folk song. Tender, charming, naive, delicate & feminine. Female singer, acoustic guitar & glockenspiel. Suggested for lullaby, children & Nature.
Flip, flop, you've drawn a dream,
Sky up above,
Plic Ploc, you took a tear,
Flower, Flower
Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue
Flip (color), flop (green), you've drawn (light) a dream (yellow)Sky (pale), up (rose), above (shining blue)
Plic Ploc, you took a tear,Flower, Flower
Flower, flower, you've drawn my life in...
Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue.
Parole ... Indie chill pop rock. Dreamy, mellow, slow, lovely, spacey & ...Indie chill pop rock. Dreamy, mellow, slow, lovely, spacey & soothing. Lead guitar @ 1'19. Male singer (love lyrics), guitar & drum. For tv show, teenagers drama, indie movie & web.
We've talked enough
We're sharing nothing
I start to laugh
While hearing you talking to
My door
I laugh
I keep you close but
Crave for you to go
My love
I keep you close but
Right behind my door
We've lied enough
We've darkened our springs
I start to laugh
While hearing you talking to
My door
I laugh
I keep you close but
Crave for you to go
My love
I keep you close but
Right behind my door
Parole ... Dreamy, charming & carefree hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. ...Dreamy, charming & carefree hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. Looking towards the future, not the past. Female rap singer, voice sampling, synth, fx vinyl noise, electric strings & electronic percussion. English rap @ 2'21.
ES:
oye oye
llámame y dame un garbeo con tu coche
noches locas
mándame un mensaje si ya son mas de las doce
doce menos diez
ya no tengo tiempo para la contemplación
ahora solo quiero disfrutar la sensación
no confío en nadie y no es por culpa del alcohol
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante
tengo antojo de helao'
dame un beso frio endulzao'
que me sepa a mandarina
con burbujas como aspirina
con olor a tarta de queso
la textura de un pan entero
calentito solo pa mi
hazlo pensando solo en mi
te hago un hueco en la cama plegable
planes improvisados de tarde
ponemos algo de los noventa
la peli mas cliché que prefieras
como me gusta verte la espalda
sin el peto de color naranja
y pintarte solo con las huellas
una rosa con granos de arena
tu eres un universo en la tierra
dale que yo te llevo a Paris
nos montamos en alguna nube
y si quieres nos alquilo el Louvre
y te compro un helado de fresa
fresa rosa fresa palo fresa
fresa fresca fresita francesa
fresa tierna y luego una frambuesa
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante
i thought i saw the sky falling
it was me in the end
im trynna' be the realest
i was falling way too fast
i know that you love me
pero no te sale bien
everybody talking about having a new benz
i wake up every morning wishing i could go back to bed again
the imaginary of my head
is always better than the things that are waiting outside for me
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it damn
wish i could but i cant help it
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
to think that the things are coming to an end…
oye oye
llámame y dame un garbeo con tu coche
noches locas
mándame un mensaje si ya son mas de las doce
doce menos diez
ya no tengo tiempo para la contemplación
ahora solo quiero disfrutar la sensación
no confío en nadie y no es por culpa del alcohol
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante
la brisa del patio
hojas de tabaco
bailan lentamente
entre flores del jardin
me pierdo en tus manos
no me pierdo nada
camino despacio
tranquilita junto a ti
EN:
hey hey
call me and give me a ride in your car
crazy nights
send me a message if it's after twelve o'clock
ten to twelve
I don't have time for contemplation anymore
now I just want to enjoy the feeling
I don't trust anyone and it's not because of the alcohol
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward
I'm craving for ice cream
give me a cold sweetened kiss
that tastes like tangerine
with bubbles like aspirin
with the smell of cheesecake
the texture of a whole loaf of bread
warm only for me
do it thinking only of me
I'll make room for you in the folding bed
improvised evening plans
we put on something from the nineties
the most cliché movie you want
how I like to see your back
without the orange training bib
and paint you only with your footprints
a rose with grains of sand
you are a universe on earth
come on, I'll take you to Paris
we'll ride on a cloud
and if you want I'll rent us the Louvre
and I'll buy you a strawberry ice cream
strawberry pink strawberry stick strawberry
fresh strawberry French strawberry
tender strawberry and then a raspberry
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward
i thought i saw the sky falling
it was me in the end
i'm trynna' be the realest
i was falling way too fast
i know that you love me
but you don't get it right
everybody talking about having a new benz
i wake up every morning wishing i could go back to bed again
the imaginary of my head
is always better than the things that are waiting outside for me
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it damn
wish i could but i cant help it
and i cant help it
I wish i could but i cant help it
to think that the things are coming to an end...
hey hey
call me and give me a ride in your car
crazy nights
send me a message if it's after twelve o'clock
ten to twelve
I don't have time for contemplation anymore
now I just want to enjoy the feeling
I don't trust anyone and it's not because of the alcohol
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward
the breeze in the courtyard
tobacco leaves
dance slowly
among the flowers in the garden
I lose myself in your hands
I don't miss anything
I walk slowly
calmly by your side
Parole ... 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
Parole ... Patient, sentimental & passionate hip-hop-pop sung in Spanish. You're ...Patient, sentimental & passionate hip-hop-pop sung in Spanish. You're the only saint I'm devoted to. Female singer, electric piano, electric guitar, synth & electronic percussion.
ES:
tengo muchas cosas que me guardo para mi tengo secretos guardados para no reñir para no reñir conmigo en mi para no sacarte to' lo malo que me has hecho tu sufrir y pedir lo único que me queda es pedir a la virgen de los pobres que te acuerdes mas de mi y que seas tu quien me diga de salir cuando no haya planes y me quiera divertir paso de las drogas duras solo quiero un green que así por lo menos me da por reír papapapa flexing pero voy de free papapapa rolling solo para ti
túmbate a mi lao' en el techo de cristal I'm trying so hard to forget you mírame otra vez si me quieres perdonar I'm trying so hard to forget you
el metro nunca fue de mi agrado pero cogerlo contigo era un subidón y to' el mundo nos miraba cuando íbamos de la mano porque cariño mío tu eras un bombón los gatos en el tejado arañándonos el techo mientras me hacías el amor un crepúsculo en el cielo y una cruz cuelga del cuello
a ti solo te rezo yo a ti solo te rezo yo a ti solo te rezo yo eres la única santa por la que tengo devoción a ti solo te rezo yo a ti solo te rezo yo a ti solo te rezo yo eres la única santa por la que tengo devoción devoción devoción devoción eres la única santa por la que tengo devoción devoción devoción devoción eres la única santa por la que tengo devoción
EN:
I have many things I keep to myself I have secrets kept so as not to quarrel so as not to quarrel within me so as not to take out all the bad things that you have made me suffer and to ask the only thing I have left is to ask to the virgin of the poor that you remember me more and that you be the one to tell me to go out when there are no plans and I want to have fun I don't want hard drugs I just want a green that way at least I can laugh papapapa flexing but I'm going free papapapa rolling just for you
lay down on my side on the glass ceiling I'm trying so hard to forget you look at me again if you want to forgive me I'm trying so hard to forget you
the subway was never my thing but taking it with you was a rush and everyone was watching us when we were holding hands because my darling you were a sweetheart the cats on the roof scratching on the ceiling while you made love to me a twilight in the sky and a cross hangs around your neck
to you alone I pray to you alone I pray to you alone I pray you are the only saint I have devotion for to you alone I pray to you alone I pray to you alone I pray you are the only saint I have devotion for devotion devotion devotion you are the only saint I have devotion for devotion devotion devotion you are the only saint I have devotion for
Parole ... Explicit. Patient, sentimental & passionate hip-hop-pop sung in ...Explicit. Patient, sentimental & passionate hip-hop-pop sung in Spanish. You're the only saint I'm devoted to. Female singer, electric piano, electric guitar, synth & electronic percussion.
ES:
tengo muchas cosas que me guardo para mi
tengo secretos guardados para no reñir
para no reñir conmigo en mi
para no sacarte to' lo malo
que me has hecho tu sufrir
y pedir
lo único que me queda es pedir
a la virgen de los pobres
que te acuerdes mas de mi
y que seas tu quien me diga de salir
cuando no haya planes y me quiera divertir
paso de las drogas duras solo quiero weed
que así por lo menos me da por reír
papapapa flexing pero voy de free
papapapa rolling solo para ti
túmbate a mi lao'
en el techo de cristal
I'm trying so hard to forget you
mírame otra vez
si me quieres perdonar
I'm trying so hard to forget you
el metro nunca fue de mi agrado
pero cogerlo contigo era un subidón
y to' el mundo nos miraba
cuando íbamos de la mano
porque cariño mío
tu eras un bombón
los gatos en el tejado
arañándonos el techo
mientras me hacías el amor
un crepúsculo en el cielo
y una cruz cuelga del cuello
a ti solo te rezo yo
a ti solo te rezo yo
a ti solo te rezo yo
eres la única santa por la que tengo devoción
a ti solo te rezo yo
a ti solo te rezo yo
a ti solo te rezo yo
eres la única santa por la que tengo devoción
devoción
devoción
devoción
eres la única santa por la que tengo devoción
devoción
devoción
devoción
eres la única santa por la que tengo devoción
EN:
I have many things I keep to myself
I have secrets kept so as not to quarrel
so as not to quarrel within me
so as not to take out all the bad things
that you have made me suffer
and to ask
the only thing I have left is to ask
to the virgin of the poor
that you remember me more
and that you be the one to tell me to go out
when there are no plans and I want to have fun
I don't want hard drugs I just want weed
that way at least I can laugh
papapapa flexing but I'm going free
papapapa rolling just for you
lay down on my side
on the glass ceiling
I'm trying so hard to forget you
look at me again
if you want to forgive me
I'm trying so hard to forget you
the subway was never my thing
but taking it with you was a rush
and everyone was watching us
when we were holding hands
because my darling
you were a sweetheart
the cats on the roof
scratching on the ceiling
while you made love to me
a twilight in the sky
and a cross hangs around your neck
to you alone I pray
to you alone I pray
to you alone I pray
you are the only saint I have devotion for
to you alone I pray
to you alone I pray
to you alone I pray
you are the only saint I have devotion for
devotion
devotion
devotion
you are the only saint I have devotion for
devotion
devotion
devotion
you are the only saint I have devotion for
French waltz in a belle-Epoque spirit. Romantic, lazy & tender ...French waltz in a belle-Epoque spirit. Romantic, lazy & tender old-fashioned waltz in a Belle-Epoque mood. String orchestra & piano. Suggested for historical documentary.
Rumba in the spirit of the retro ballroom orchestra of the 40s & 50s. ...Rumba in the spirit of the retro ballroom orchestra of the 40s & 50s. Deceptively exotic with a touch of nostalgia. Bouncy ending with pizzicato strings. Small ensemble with piano, violin & flute.
Parole ... Deep indie pop track with synth & male singer in a cool & groovy ...Deep indie pop track with synth & male singer in a cool & groovy spirit. Lead synth break @ 2'03 until dynamic & catchy finale. Suggested for commercial ads, indie movie & teens tv shows.
I’ve been wearing a mask
Living like a lonely ghost of my past
In this time
I’ve been hanging there
Though I’m hidden in, shadow, shadowy nights
And i’ve been wondering, wondering If I let go now
Wondering, wondering
And i’ve been wondering, wondering If I let go
You’ve got me holding tight Tighter than I though possible You’ve got me
You got me holding long
And I breathe your breath Come inflate my lungs You’ve got me
I can’t seem to add up
What I thought was easy to solve In this sum
I see anomalies there
And I can’t work it out alone
It’s a spinning mind
Flung to the spiralling sides
It’s a spinning mind
A tinnitus interference piercing me Probing, provoking, it’s punctured my skin It’s a spinning mind
It’s a spinning mind
Parole ... Smooth & electronic alternative pop track with male singer & synth. ...Smooth & electronic alternative pop track with male singer & synth. Confident & touching. Drum @ 1'10. Build-up @ 2'50 until finale. Suggested for teen series, indie movie & cinema.
I am waking up In the orchard of our dreams It hasn’t been easy We haven’t been friends for a while I will turn my back On the things I’ve done That have made you disappear You haven’t been first, for a while I could I could Blame it on the weather Blame it on the plan I could, I could Blame it on my job Blame the other man I could, I could Gather up my stones Hurl them at you I could, I could But if I lay a single finger I’m hurting me too I can see the light And it doesn’t burn my eyes For the first time in a long time I’m walking out from the shadows You twist your head Turn your heart to my face Your independent smile Tells me we can be friends again I’m being honest I’m being honest I’m being honest Right with you now I’m being honest I’m being honest I’m being honest Right here now
