70's French TV detective movie. Sad & desolate. Electric guitar, ...70's French TV detective movie. Sad & desolate. Electric guitar, trumpet, synth & percussion. Rhythm @ 1'00.
단어 ... Sad & serious. Female singer, piano, trumpet & strings.
The pebbles on this beach slide slowly into reach, or that’s how it seemsLike I finally found something where no one can interveneWhere the truth can come finally clean, I’m sure you know what I mean It’s so hard to make a stance, not to feel we’re one last chance And we’re clean out of dreamsWe’ve become a foreign sound, a kaleidoscope of brownA sure thing to bring you down Can’t you see that a change is coming and the view’s so different from here? Tell me something to prove, we’ve nothing to fearWill you be that courage for me? Tell me please will you be that courage for me? But I never had the chance to ask youNo I never had the chance to ask youNo I never had the chance to ask youNo I never had the chance to ask youI never had the chance to ask you nor to say goodbyeNo I never, never, never, never never never never never never…
Well the pebbles on this beach are not quite within my reach althoughI’d like to take some home, yeah, I’d like to take some home with meIn memory It’s so hard to make a stance, not to feel we’re one last chance And we’re clean out of dreamsWe’ve become a foreign sound, a kaleidoscope of brownA sure thing to bring you down Can’t you see that a change is coming and the view’s so different from here?Tell me something to prove, we’ve nothing to fearWill you be that courage for me? Tell me please, will you be that courage for me?But I never had the chance to ask youNo I never had the chance to ask you The pebbles on this beach slide slowly into reach, or that’s how it seemsLike I finally found something where no one can interveneWhere the truth can come finally clean, I’m sure you know what I mean It’s so hard to make a stance, not to feel we’re one last chance And we’re clean out of dreamsWe’ve become a foreign sound, a kaleidoscope of brownA sure thing to bring you down Can’t you see that a change is coming and the view’s so different from here? Tell me something to prove, we’ve nothing to fearWill you be that courage for me? Tell me please will you be that courage for me? But I never had the chance to ask youNo I never had the chance to ask youNo I never had the chance to ask youNo I never had the chance to ask youI never had the chance to ask you nor to say goodbyeNo I never, never, never, never never never never never never…
단어 ... Explicit language. Pure Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 94.
Last Days
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
(chorus) We leaving in Last Days What you seeing is last days
We leaving in Last Days What you seeing is last days
A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times. Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline. If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ? No ! I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.
Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines Well I'll be Damned If you want to know how life is check out the music. It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.
Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch. Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash Here today and then they gone fast. All you hear is nigga's run up in your home. Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.
Steel up in your face like man give it up, but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up. I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.
From hurricanes to strong winds and rain To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain. Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.
Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look. Bless my soul, I attend rock shows. Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help. Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk. Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk. Gas price sky high I wonder why ? Is it my turn or your turn to die.
Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze God witness cause I see all the last days I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga (repeat)
Charleston. Light & bouncing. In the style of the 20's. Clarinette, ...Charleston. Light & bouncing. In the style of the 20's. Clarinette, tuba, muted trumpet, piano & rhythm.
