Wie zingt verjaagt zijn pijn (He who sings expels his pain) - 09/02/18 08:41 AM
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Title: Wie zingt verjaagt zijn pijn
Category: jazz
Style is _SILKY.STY (Silky Smooth Bossa with Vocals)
RealTracks in style: 2959:Bass, Acoustic, SmoothPoppyNeil Ev16 090
RealTracks in style: ~2261:Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm BossaSlowKenny Ev 085
RealTracks in style: 1236:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm SmoothJazzPoppy Ev16 090
RealTracks in style: 3027:Vocal Oohs, Background Pop3-part Ev 085
RealTracks in song: 626:Harmonica, Background Travis Ev 085
RealDrums in style: BossaBrushesFull^1-a:Sidestick, Brushes , b:Sidestick, Ride
Translation:
There are times when God's creation does not score well
the world seems deadly sick: a thinker or a people murdered
Life sometimes hurts, even the heavens cry for it
The caravan continues, standing still is probably stupid
I struggle with those questions: where, for what and for what purpose
But if I do not get out of it, I like to close my eyes
I fiddle with the truth, paint my clouds sky blue
I create my own beauty, like a cat in the corner
Chorus:Let me sing my own songLet me be stubborn
Let me displace my worriesHe who sings expels his pain
You probably know that feeling, that you did not want any more
The stock markets are at zero, you miss your cat, your child, your wife
The greater the tragedy, however deep my grief
I know only one remedy: escape in the highest song.24-09-10
Title: Wie zingt verjaagt zijn pijn
Category: jazz
Style is _SILKY.STY (Silky Smooth Bossa with Vocals)
RealTracks in style: 2959:Bass, Acoustic, SmoothPoppyNeil Ev16 090
RealTracks in style: ~2261:Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm BossaSlowKenny Ev 085
RealTracks in style: 1236:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm SmoothJazzPoppy Ev16 090
RealTracks in style: 3027:Vocal Oohs, Background Pop3-part Ev 085
RealTracks in song: 626:Harmonica, Background Travis Ev 085
RealDrums in style: BossaBrushesFull^1-a:Sidestick, Brushes , b:Sidestick, Ride
Translation:
There are times when God's creation does not score well
the world seems deadly sick: a thinker or a people murdered
Life sometimes hurts, even the heavens cry for it
The caravan continues, standing still is probably stupid
I struggle with those questions: where, for what and for what purpose
But if I do not get out of it, I like to close my eyes
I fiddle with the truth, paint my clouds sky blue
I create my own beauty, like a cat in the corner
Chorus:Let me sing my own songLet me be stubborn
Let me displace my worriesHe who sings expels his pain
You probably know that feeling, that you did not want any more
The stock markets are at zero, you miss your cat, your child, your wife
The greater the tragedy, however deep my grief
I know only one remedy: escape in the highest song.24-09-10