Crazy sax and crazy vocals, so hooked, will lose the track of time. ...Crazy sax and crazy vocals, so hooked, will lose the track of time. Quirky and solid.
Easy listening / lounge music in the spirit of the 50 & 60. Exotic, ...Easy listening / lounge music in the spirit of the 50 & 60. Exotic, easy going & relaxed. Keyboard, saxophone, vibraphone, strings @ 1'45 & Latin percussion. Suggesting in cocktail bar & lounge hotel.
Very relaxed lounge track that invites you to laze around. For ...Very relaxed lounge track that invites you to laze around. For reports about relaxation or work-life balance.
Very relaxed lounge track that invites you to laze around. For ...Very relaxed lounge track that invites you to laze around. For reports about relaxation or work-life balance.
Very relaxed lounge track that invites you to laze around. For ...Very relaxed lounge track that invites you to laze around. For reports about relaxation or work-life balance.
Hypnotic, edgy & insidious. Hip hop beat in a jazzy mood with sax. ...Hypnotic, edgy & insidious. Hip hop beat in a jazzy mood with sax. Bed uggested for investigative report.
Lofi hip-hop, beat to relax/ to study to, chill beat. Pensive, ...Lofi hip-hop, beat to relax/ to study to, chill beat. Pensive, nostalgic & nocturne. Piano, electric bass, sax, synth & rhythm.
Lofi hip-hop, beat to relax/ to study to, chill beat. Catchy, lively ...Lofi hip-hop, beat to relax/ to study to, chill beat. Catchy, lively & positive. Electric guitar, sax, synth, flute & rhythm.
Letras ... Melancholic lyrics with an upbeat funky rhythm, sung in Spanish. ...Melancholic lyrics with an upbeat funky rhythm, sung in Spanish. Female pop voice, funk-pop band starts @ 0'51. Electric guitar, rhythmic, organ, solo sax @ 3'22.
Saliendo a trabajar es otro día más, recuerdo el sol del verano que iluminó aquellos días pasados mi corazón. La brisa de un amor, como el viento había llegado y se esfumó. Tal como habían contado, cada día pasado era mejorlas mañanas se van enfriando y el otoño se va acercando.
Las hojas se van cayendoy los años pasaran buscando entre mis sueñosel verano no volver. La gente grita a lo lejos, se ha marchado, sola estaun adiós, no hay adiós, ni un adiós, no hay adiós que me cure el dolor.
Así pida perdónnunca se ira el dolor aun recuerdo bailar una noche entera con la luz que llevo de la luna llena. Ya las cosas no serán igualcada día duele mas y mas las mañanas se van enfriando
el otoño se va acercando. Las hojas se van cayendoy los años pasaran.Buscando entre mis sueñosel verano no volverá. La gente grita a lo lejos, se ha marchado, sola estaun adiós, no hay adiós, ni un adiós, no hay adiós que me cure el dolor
Las hojas se van cayendoy los años pasaran buscando entre mis sueñosel verano no volverá. Se ha marchado sola esta...un adiós, no hay adiós, ni un adiós, no hay adiós que me cure el dolor.
Instrumental. Melancholic with an upbeat funky rhythm. Funk-pop band ...Instrumental. Melancholic with an upbeat funky rhythm. Funk-pop band starts @ 0'51. Electric guitar, rhythmic, organ, solo sax @ 3'22.
70's. 80's. Show TV. Jingle. Opening. Powerful & ascending. Big band ...70's. 80's. Show TV. Jingle. Opening. Powerful & ascending. Big band orchestra.
70's. TV series. Jazzy. TV Show. Opening. Determined & positive. Big ...70's. TV series. Jazzy. TV Show. Opening. Determined & positive. Big band & rhythm.
Italiano: A Londra sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Londra sono stato a mangiare un po’ di gnocchi. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, dei gnocchi cosi cotti, Che sembrano cemento! A Parigi sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Parigi sono stato a mangiare maccheroni. Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Tre scarsi maccheroni, che del gusto solo l’ombra! Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma !Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso. A Pechino loro fanno, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Pechino loro fanno Stranissimi spaghetti. Mangiar con le bacchette, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, Ma mangiar con le bacchette, c'è da diventar matto! A Miami ho ordinato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, A Miami ho ordinato Pesto e parmigiano. E che mi hanno portato? Mamma mia, Mamma mia, E che mi hanno portato? Ketchup e coca cola!Ah, Mamma! Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta, Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro, Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni. Dei ravioli, dei tortellini, E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va, Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso, Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.
Français: Je suis allé à Londres, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Londres manger des gnocchis.Le chef m’a servi, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Des gnocchis tellement cuits,Qu’on aurait dit du ciment. Je suis allé à Paris, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Paris manger des maccheronis.Le chef m’a servit, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Trois pauvres maccheronis, qui n’avait que l’ombre de leur goût ! Ah Mamma mia, tes pâtesAux tomates,Personne ne sait la faireAvec ta sauce aux piments.Des raviolis, des tortellinis,Et l’huile d’olive,De maman, Mamma mia, je suis au paradis A Pekin il font, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Pekin il fontD’étranges spaghettis.Manger avec les baguettes, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Mais manger avec les baguettes, c’est à devenir fou
A Miami j’ai commandé, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Miami j’ai commandé,Du pesto et du parmesan.Et qu’est-ce qu’ils m’ont apporté ?Du ketchup et du coca cola !!
English: I went to London, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to London and ate gnocchi.The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Gnocchi so overcookedYou’d have thought it was cement. I went to Paris Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to Paris and ate maccheroni, The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Three poor maccheroni, a pale shadow. Ah !Mamma mia,
your pastaWith tomatoes,No one, can make it your spicy sauceMamma’s ravioli, tortellini,And olive oilMamma mia I am in heaven In Peking they make Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Peking they make strange spaghettiTo eat with chopsticks,
Mamma mia, Mamma mia,But to eat with chopsticks is to go crazy. In Miami I ordered Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Miami I orderedPesto and parmesan.And what did they bring me?Ketchup and a Coca cola!!
Stirring & rousing uptempo rhythm 'n' blues beat. Back in the late ...Stirring & rousing uptempo rhythm 'n' blues beat. Back in the late 60's & early 70's. Steady rhythm, brass hook, sax lead & trailer hits. Suggested for TV shows.
Alternate without rhythm . Groovy uptempo rhythm 'n' blues beat. Back ...Alternate without rhythm . Groovy uptempo rhythm 'n' blues beat. Back in the late 60's & early 70's. Steady rhythm, brass hook & sax lead. Suggested for TV shows.
Alternate without lead. Stirring & rousing uptempo rhythm 'n' blues ...Alternate without lead. Stirring & rousing uptempo rhythm 'n' blues beat. Back in the late 60's & early 70's. Steady rhythm, brass hook, sax lead & trailer hits. Suggested for TV shows.