Cinematic jazz. Floating, panoramic & windy with a touch of ...Cinematic jazz. Floating, panoramic & windy with a touch of melancholy. Synth layer, muted trumpet, bass & brush drum snare. Suggested for Film noir & Hollywood crime drama.
단어 ... 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
단어 ... 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
단어 ... Bossa Nova typical of Brazil in the early 60's. Tender, warm & ...Bossa Nova typical of Brazil in the early 60's. Tender, warm & charming with a touch of melancholy. Female singer, Brazilian guitar, shaker & flugelhorn @1'12.
Como não recordar de nós dois, quanta saudade
Tantas lembranças tão antigas tão presentes
Que não posso esquecer, como poderia
Nao tem jeito não
Mesmo se eu quisesse renegar, anos depois
Cada passo lado a lado
Cada laço assim atado
Eu não poderia deslembrar jamais
Tem jeito não
Tempo passou pra nós dois
Mas ficou um gosto bom
Tempos depois pra nós dois
Tempo bom que passou
Que passou que ficou
Typical Bossa Nova from the 60's. tender, warm & charming with a ...Typical Bossa Nova from the 60's. tender, warm & charming with a touch of melancholy. Lead fuglehorn, guitar & light Brazilian percussion.
Mysterious, interrogative & worrisome in the spirit of 50's / 60's ...Mysterious, interrogative & worrisome in the spirit of 50's / 60's Film Noir. Jazz trio with tenor sax, double bass & vibraphone. Suggested for smoky bar scenes, man in black, seduction.
단어 ... Song sung in French. 50's. Sentimental & moving. Female singer, piano ...Song sung in French. 50's. Sentimental & moving. Female singer, piano & string orchestra.
Je n’ai que ton amourPour baigner de douceurLa fuite de nos joursOublier nos malheurs.Cette route insensée Epuise notre sangPourquoi vivre accabléLorsque l’on s’aime tant Je n’ai que ton amourPour enflammer ma vieDans ta force infinieJe me love sans détourTu réchauffe mon cœurApaise mon chagrinPourquoi tout ce bonheur Aurait-il une fin Je n’ai que ton amourDans mon sang dans ma chairEt ma gorge se serreAttendant ton retourDes automnes durant.Le bois mort de nos viesCouvrira nos printemps Et nos amours finis
English translation :
I’ve only got your love I’ve only got your loveTo sweetly batheThe passing of our daysTo forget our unhappinessThis road without senseDrains us of blood,Why live despondentWhen we
love each other so much I’ve only got your loveto light up my lifeI unhesitatingly bury myself In your infinite strengthYou recandle my heaertSweeten my sadnessWhy must all this happinessCome to an end I’ve only got your loveIn my flesh and bloodAnd the tears well upAwaiting your returnFor so many autumnsThe dead wood of our livesWill cover our springtimesAnd our lost love