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Género: Progressive Trance (Hardcore / Techno inf) Track del videojuego arcade Jubeat distribuido por Konami (de la saga bemani, creadores del Beatmania IIDX) en Japón. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Instrumental.

Género: Eurobeat / Italo-disco ------------------------------------------ Tender infatuation Joyful, my conversation Even you talk Of sending over the skin Harking at me, you learning What kind of treasure I am Only for you I treat myself to you again Above my destiny You're the freedom And a whisper got to jerk My reality A confusion ever felt! Oh baby, I'm your NATURAL GIRL You know like mummy has made me Carve your name and write my destiny NATURAL GIRL What is the colour of love Oh...colour of my cheer Honey, I need your backing Gimme a power lesson Learning delay Oh baby, try me out again Kindly, I feel sensation Spinning around the treasure Even you watch me Babe, I'm livin' ashamed

Género: Dance-pop / pop-rock ------------------------------------- [Verse 1] Skin head, dead head, everybody gone bad Situation, aggravation, everybody allegation In the suite, on the news, everybody dog food Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad [Hook] All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us [Verse 2] Beat me, hate me, you can never break me Will me, thrill me, you can never kill me Jew me, sue me, everybody do me Kick me, kike me, don't you black or white me [Hook] All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us [Bridge 1] Tell me what has become of my life I have a wife and two children who love me I am the victim of police brutality, now I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate You're ripping me of my pride, oh, for God's sake I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy, set me free [Verse 3] Skin head, dead head, everybody gone bad Trepidation, speculation, everybody allegation In the suite, on the news, everybody dog food Black male, black mail, throw your brother in jail [Hook] All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us [Verse 4] Tell me what has become of my rights Am I invisible because you ignore me? Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame They're throwing me in a class with a bad name I can't believe this is the land from which I came You know I do really hate to say it The government don't wanna see But if Roosevelt was livin' He wouldn't let this be, no, no Skin head, dead head, everybody gone bad Situation, speculation, everybody litigation Beat me, bash me, you can never trash me Hit me, kick me, you can never get me [Hook] All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us Some things in life they just don't wanna see But if Martin Luther was livin', he wouldn't let this be Skin head, dead head, everybody gone bad Situation, segregation, everybody allegation In the suite, on the news, everybody dog food Kick me, strike me, don't you wrong or right me [Hook] All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us

Género: Bubblegum Bass ------------------------------------ [Verse] We were young and outta control I haven't seen you since I was about, mm, sixteen years old But then you called me up the other day I was shocked, but what could I say? And your voice exactly the same And it makes me feel, makes me feel [Chorus] Oh, just like we never said goodbye When you spoke to me in that way Oh, just like we never said goodbye And it makes me feel, makes me feel [Verse] We went out the very next day You still remember my favorite place And we laughed, just like we used to And did everything we like to do And now we’re holding hands and running And it makes me feel, makes me feel [Chorus] Oh, just like we never said goodbye When you looked at me that way Oh, just like we never said goodbye And it makes me feel, makes me feel Oh, just like we never said goodbye When you held my hand that way Oh, just like we never said goodbye And it makes me feel, makes me feel [Bridge] We were young We had everything we wanted Running wild through the night We were young We had everything we needed Soon but not even me I’ve got everything that I could ever need And it makes me feel, and it makes me feel And it makes me feel, makes me feel [Chorus] Oh, just like we never said goodbye When you held my hand in that way Oh, just like we never said goodbye And it makes me feel, makes me feel [Outro] Still got that glint in your eye Like you did the very first time Oh, it's like we never said goodbye And it makes me feel, makes me feel, like everything that I could ever need And it makes me feel, and it makes me feel, like I don't ever wanna say goodbye

Género: Eurobeat (Italo-Disco) ---------------------------------- you're lookin' out for fun (fun) get your satisfaction (you crazy) ready for emotion (are you ready for lovin'?) here comes your number one (hey) let me be your lover (you kiddin') got to ride the tiger (gimme now) gimme your lovin' touch my body baby tell me what you can do for me (boy, you're lookin' crazy with your hot desire) got my mind on fire with the flame of your fantasy (really got me baby) burnin' for a non stop lovin' turn me on with your love baby you're number one (it's got to be just you and me baby you're number one) don't you leave me alone baby you're number one (got to believe you're in too deep baby you're number one) turn me on with your love baby you're number one (it's got to be just you and me baby you're number one) don't you leave me alone baby you're number one (got to believe you're in too deep baby you're number one) baby you're my number one you take me up and down (boy) girl you got me runnin' (you crazy) it's a game you're playin' (are you ready to play it?) you turn my head around (now) keep me under pressure (you get it) you're the one I wanted (baby please) cry for your lovin' touch my body baby tell me what you can do for me (boy, you're lookin' crazy with your hot desire) got my mind on fire with the flame of your fantasy (really got me baby) burnin' for a non stop lovin' turn me on with your love baby you're number one (it's got to be just you and me baby you're number one) don't you leave me alone baby you're number one (got to believe you're in too deep baby you're number one) turn me on with your love baby you're number one (it's got to be just you and me baby you're number one) don't you leave me alone baby you're number one (got to believe you're in too deep baby you're number one) baby you're my number one (boy, you're lookin' crazy with your hot desire) (really got me baby) burnin' for a non stop lovin' number one number one number one (it's got to be just you and me baby you're number one) (got to believe you're in too deep baby you're number one) baby you're my number one got my mind on fire with the flame of your fantasy (really got me baby) burnin' for a non stop lovin' turn me on with your love baby you're number one (it's got to be just you and me baby you're number one) don't you leave me alone baby you're number one (got to believe you're in too deep baby you're number one) turn me on with your love baby you're number one (it's got to be just you and me baby you're number one) don't you leave me alone baby you're number one (got to believe you're in too deep baby you're number one) baby you're my number one

Género: Deathcore / Djent De uno de los mejores álbumes de Deathcore de la historia por una de las mejores bandas del mismo género, After the Burial sorprende su mejor y más antiguo álbum con una magnífica canción intro que deja a todo el mundo preguntando como se podría añadir tal complejidad a una canción y que quedará tan bien. ----------------------------------------------------------------- On your guard as you lurk along the sand. A paper face won't mask your fear. Unrelenting consequences for this inquisition. Venture forth and give yourself away with the scent of unfamiliarity for razor teeth their human silk they long to sever unsuspecting flesh. To drink a carcass dry is to taste the Sunderban. Mighty one never forget never forget why your skin is thick. Die defending that which your heart keeps closest. The taste of vengeance is so much sweeter on the blackest of lips. The wind whispers trespass a call for an end. Take up your arms set your sights. Never fear theres always more blood. Retaliate at ease mighty one this war is not one of your own. The king returns to claim his throne. A humble crown adorns his noble brow. As the killing season comes to a close take whats left and start again. As you strive to regain all aspects of your grief ridden live living each day with strength found in your heart.

Del álbum: Just wanna Rock 'n' Roll. Músico latino conocido por su gran carrera como tal, José Feliciano nos deleita en este nuevo álbum con un estilo único en el que se encuentra esta magnífica canción instrumental rockera de lo más típico de los 70s, grabada en el 1975.

Género: Metalcore / Progressive Metal Del álbum: Colors. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The headless lover of three... an unspeakable affair... The lady on the hill creates a glorious departure from her everyday, her everyday life. Constant swelling of the ankles... A pleasant cry for help... A pleasant cry for help... A pleasant cry for help... She began to unfold her story. A grieving widow mothered this headless wonder. A perfect crime, that soon lived on. A different life it had to develop... Gripped by every limb it could hold, the lifeless ideas, it grew onto its own. A much needed surrender. Trees soon started to grow from what seemed a lifeless neck... From a monster to a beauty in quick months... its life seemed to be on its way to a rare freedom. It decided it should take advantage, advantage of this idea, of this idea. A mixture of plantings soon took course in its body... A spectacle none-the-less. Walking proud through life, letting its branches guide the way. A path which seemed to be covered in sunshine... It must be human, for its qualities seem to outdo even the grandest occupant of the town... This started to catch the attention of the un-branched... It had never experienced an affection of this kind... A wonderful and frightening new obstacle in its life. this started to catch the attention of the un-branched... it had never experienced an affection of this kind... a wonderful and frightening new obstacle in its life. Years went by as it finally found true love... the love of others...three to be exact. Letting them into every secret...feeding from every branch... every part used for their lives... It noticed its walking seemed more staggered than normal. The breeze didn’t flow like it used to... the heart seemed to pound slower and slower... what caused this? What caused this? It soon was noticed that these three had torn every branch, every single stem... torn to its last life... How hadn’t it noticed a drastic change in the surroundings... It didn’t think anything could go this wrong. “Comfort.” “Comfort.” “Comfort.” “Comfort.” “Comfort.” “Comfort.” “Comfort.” It thought life was constant. Happiness, if constant happiness was all that was given out. It thought life was constant. Happiness, if constant happiness was all that was given out. “Comfort.” “Comfort.” “Comfort.” “Comfort.” “Comfort.” “Comfort.” “Comfort.” “Comfort.” hints and all, they did as they pleased... And now it’s starting to wilt away.

Géneros: 2-step (UK Garage) / UK Hip Hop Una de las canciones más famosas del rapero inglés "the Streets", con una producción característica de los inicios del 00s & 10s. ---------------------------------------------------- Thats the one, Oy How did he not find the baggy, with his hand in my shoe? Way too close for me, ah well at least they allowed me through. Should be a good night in here, Ramo in the main room, People keep pushing me though, no reception on the phone. And i'm thinkin'... (Light are blinding my eyes) They said they'd be here they said, they said in the corner, And im thinkin'... (People pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night) These look well speckly, bit of green and blue, Freeze is well cheap though, so i'll take three if i need to. Right im on the plan, i wish the bouncers would go away, Borrow water off this man, here goes nothing OK, And i'm thinkin'... (Lights are blinding my eyes) Thats proper rank, that tastes like hairspray And i'm thinkin'... (People pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night) I hate coming to the entrance, just to get bars on my phone, You have no new messages, so why haven't they phoned? Menu, write message, so where are you and Simone? Send message, dans number, where've they gone? And im thinkin'... (Lights are blinding my eyes) Why's the message pending? where the fuck are ya? And i'm thinkin'... (People pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night) Hmm, brandy or beer? Waters a good idea, Wish that bar lady'd appear; and come serve over here. Where the fuck could they be? still not over in the corner, This nights a tragedy, i keep thinking i saw her. And i'm thinkin'... (Lights are blinding my eyes) No thats not them, thats not them either... And i'm thinkin'... (People pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night) I'm still not feeling anything, this has got to be a dud. It's been ages since i necked it, and smoked six tabs to the nub. Belly's not even tingling, i just feel a bit pissed.. No-one looks like minglin', i cant see her or him.. And im thinkin'... (Lights are blinding my eyes) I'm gonna do another i think. Yeah, one more, these are shit. And i'm thinkin'... (People pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night) These toilets are a piss take, queue's bigger than the door. Gotta get rid of this pill taste, what are they chattin so much for? Glad i'm not a girl in this place, they'll be here til dawn. Sure my belly's tingling a bit, somethings happening im sure. And im thinkin'... (Lights are blinding my eyes) Maybe i shouldnt have done the second one, i feel all fidgety and warm... (People pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night) Whoa, everything in the room is spinning, i think i'm going to fall down, My heart's beating to quick, i'm fucking tripping out. I wonder whether they got in, turned away no doubt. Who cares, this is a tune coming in, that who where hes like.. Im thinkin'... (Lights are blinding my eyes) My eyes are rolling back, i'm rubbing my thighs with my hand. And i'm thinkin'... (People pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night) Yeah yeah they cheer - can they see my hand in the air? Need to wave 'em over here. Swear Simone's kissing Dan. My head is twisted sever, body's rushing everywhere, They could have texted me when they were near, but i'm fucked and i don't care. (Lights are blinding my eyes) What was i thinkin' about? Ah who cares, i'm maaaashed. (People pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night) Totally fucked, cant hardly fuckin' stand. This is fuckin amazing; argh.

Género: West Coast Hip Hop / Conscious Hip Hop / Jazz Rap La canción más famosa del peor álbum hasta la fecha, una no muy buena forma de describir a esta canción pero si realista. Kendrick Lamar desde el principio (este) hasta el final (To Pimp a Butterfly) ha tenido un nivel demasiado alto, pocas veces superables en la historia del Hip Hop, y lo demuestra tanto con esta como con las canciones más nuevas. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro] Uh-uh, fuck that (Fuck that) [Hook] Eight doobies to the face, fuck that Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist [Verse 1] Man, I swear my nigga trippin' off that shit again Pick him up, then I set him in cold water Then I order someone to bring him Vicodin I hope that take the pain away from the feelin' that he felt today You know, when you part of Section 8 And you feel like no one can relate Cause you are, you are, a loner, loner Marijuana endorphins make you stronger, stronger I'm in the house party trippin' off My generation sippin' cough syrup like it's water Never no pancakes in the kitchen Man, not one of our lives is caught up In the daily superstition that the world is 'bout to end Who gives a fuck? We never do listen 'Less it comes with a 808 (A melody and some hoes) Playstation and some drank (Technology bought my soul) Lookin' around and all I see is a big crowd that's product of me And they probably relatives relevant for a rebel's dream Yep, her president is black She black too, purple label on her back, but that tab is light blue She take it straight to the head Then she look at me, she got A.D.H.D [Hook] Eight doobies to the face, fuck that Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist [Bridge] Like whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa (Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it) Whoa, whoa-whoa (Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it) Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa (They always told me A.D.H.D. did it) [Verse 2] And then she started... And then she started feelin' herself Like no one else in this apartment "Beg your pardon?" "Oh, I rap baby" "How old are you?", She say, "Twenty-two" I say, "Twenty-three", "Okay, then we are crack babies" "Damn, why you say that?" She said, "Where my drink at?" "I'ma tell you later, just tell your neighbors that the police relaxed" I stood up, shut the blind, closed the screen; Jumbotron Made to the back where she reside Then she said, "Read between the lines" Yep, hope that I get close enough when the lights turn down And the fact that she just might open up When the Nuvo start to drown Her body and I know the both of us really deep in the mood now It's nothin' we can do now Somebody walked in with a pound of that Bay Area kush She looked at me, then looked at it Then she grabbed it, then she said, "Get it understood" You know why we crack babies? Because we born in the '80s, that A.D.H.D. crazy" [Hook] Eight doobies to the face, fuck that Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist [Bridge] Like whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa (Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it) Whoa, whoa-whoa (Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it) Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa (They always told me A.D.H.D. did it) [Outro: Ab-Soul] You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light Double cup, deuce, four, six, just mix it in Sprite Ecstasy, 'shrooms, blow, 'dro, hoes, whatever you like You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light

Género: Post-rock Canción cantada en español de la banda francesa Hypno5e de su nuevo álbum Shoes of the Abstract Line. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Género: Alternative Metal ----------------------------- [Verse 1] I watched you change Into a fly I looked away You were on fire [Chorus #1] And I watched a change in you It's like you never had wings Now you feel so alive I've watched you change [Verse 2] I took you home Set you on the glass I pulled off your wings Then I laughed [Chorus #2] And I watched a change in you It's like you never had wings Now you feel so alive I watched you change [Verse 3] It's like you never had wings I look at the cross And I look away Give you the gun Blow me away [Chorus #1] [Verse 4] Now you feel alive You feel alive You feel alive I've watched you change It's like you never had wings You change

Género: Phunderphonics (samples) / Instrumental Hip Hop Último álbum publicado por él antes de morir. Uno de los más y mejores recordados álbumes del Hip Hop por un productor único e inigualable. Con un estilo único Jay Dee sorprende a sus fans 3 días antes de su muerte con una recopilación de pequeñas canciones las cuales son samples de aquí y allí. Con una majestuosidad pocas veces encontrada. "10 de febrero de 2006. Décimo aniversario de la muerte."

Género: Post-Hardcore / Progressive Rock / Art Rock Del álbum De-Loused in the Comatorium, The Mars Volta innova en el género del rock con una fuerte entrada y con gran parte de la plantilla proveniente de At the Drive-In, una de las bandas más exitosas de la escena neoyorkina del Post-Hardcore. ---------------------------------------- Now I'm lost Last night I heard lepers flinch like birth defects its musk was fecal in origin as the words dribbled off of its chin it said I'm lost I'm lost Now I'm lost Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils cast in oblong arms length the hooks have been picking their scabs where wolves hide in the company of men it said I'm lost I'm lost Now I'm lost Are you peaking in the red perforated at the neck What of this mongrel architect a broken arm of sewers set past present and future tense clipside of the pinkeye fountain Now I'm lost It's been said long time ago you'll be the first and last to know You'll never know

Género: Djent / Post-metal (Atmospheric Sludge Metal) Del álbum Beacons de Cloudkicker. Solista de gran nivel de post-metal y post-rock. También conocido como Ben Sharp, distribuye su música de forma gratuita por la página Bandcamp y es aclamado por la crítica por ser uno de los mejores guitarristas del género. ------------------- (Instrumental)

Género: Cloud Rap. Del álbum 'The life of Pablo' de Kanye West. Conocido por ser uno de los mejores productores de rap actuales junto al gran Kendrick Lamar. Kanye West opta a diferencia de Kendrick por un estilo más popero pero sin dejar de lado su magnificencia. ------------------------------------------ [Verse 1: Kanye West] Real friends, how many of us? How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends It's not many of us, we smile at each other But how many honest? Trust issues Switched up the number, I can't be bothered I cannot blame you for havin' an angle I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing Hope you're doin' your thing too I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions Fuck the church up by drinkin' after communion Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'? Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you not the problem Damn I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place? When was the last time I remembered a birthday? When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry? [Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign] Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime Even when we was young I used to make time Now we be way too busy just to make time Even for my... [Hook: Kanye West + Kanye & Ty Dolla $ign] Real friends I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him [Verse 2: Kanye West + Ty Dolla $ign] I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was Couldn't tell you how old your son is I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg Plus I already got one kid Couldn't tell you much about the fam though I just showed up for the yams though Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit? Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with Please don't pressure me with that bill shit Cause everybody got 'em, that ain't children Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries To be honest, dawg, I ain't feelin' your energy Money turn your kin into an enemy Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be [Verse 3: Kanye West + Ty Dolla $ign] Lookin' for all my real friends How many of us? How many of us are real friends To real friends, 'til the reel end 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin To 3 A.M., callin' How many real friends? Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many? For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like, "what's up, fam, hope you good" You say, "I'm good" I'm great, the next text they ask you for somethin' How many? What's best for your family, immediate or extended Any argument, the media'll extend it I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him Real friends Huh? [Hook: Kanye West + Kanye & Ty Dolla $ign] Real friends I guess I get what I deserve, don't I Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him I guess I get what I deserve, don't I Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him

Género: Dubstep / Future Garage Del álbum Untrue, uno de los mejores álbumes que sigue la antigua corriente anglosajona de Dubstep y Garage. Este álbum fue nominado al premio 'Mercury' al mejor álbum del 2008. ---------------------------------------------------- Holding you Couldn't be alone, couldn't be alone, couldn't be alone Loving you Couldn't be alone, couldn't be alone, couldn't be alone Kissing you [x2] Tell me how can you, tell me I belong, tell me I belong If I trust you, if I trust you, if I trust you If I trust you [x2]