Auteur: Sylvie6440
[ Posté le 2006-07-19 à 16:22 | 2 messages ]

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compositeur cherche un parolier pour textes en anglais style kiss motley.
et chanteur ou chanteuse style london ( ride thru the night) agressif. suis sur bayonne; surnom sylvie6440 sur freetic consultez mon profil.

Auteur: Redguy
[ Posté le 2006-10-04 à 18:47 | 9 messages ]

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bonjour :

j'écris paroles rock :
anglais
suffit de m'indiquer quel rythmes vous souhaitez...
et quel bpm
sinon la musik complète, du moins la succession des accords....
comme vous voulez...
suis dans le rock depuis 25 ans, mais jeune d'esprit
merci de votre attention.
derodeguy@yahoo.fr

Auteur: Colonna
[ Posté le 2006-11-30 à 13:42 | 8 messages ]

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UN LIEN VERS TROIS TEXTES FORTS DE MACOMPOSITION
Vous souhaitant bonne lecture et de bonnes fêtes de fin d'année
JL COLONNA CESARI
info@golfehotel.com

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Body body

You like me more,

I love you still

A lover loan for destiny

You strike me more,

like the devil,

You like me more

The hard core,

I risk all,

And the morning, i’m on the knees

body on fire,

Or in the mud,

I become fool.

Any fire or any flame ,

That You extinguish ,

My fire which belong to you ,

Perfume of woman ,

heat of your kidneys,

I retain you

When your Skin ,

Change the taste .

To almost make me shout a lot,

The Rain and tears ,

To Wash the sweat

On your cheeks….

Guard of feelings ,

with innocence.

How can i do to leave the screen .

I am in fright,

Like an artist ,

In your presence

You wish the gold

when you love me,

Piece of my life, to body body

Like a treasure

A Great mistake

I love you more

.

Jean-Louis Colonna Cesari

Sacem00439324648



des textes disponibles pour vos chanteurs
je compose à la demande
sur un idée
sur une mélodie
ou
j'adapte mes textes à vos mélodies
vous en voulez
en gb
en fr
en corse
en italien
.....
i can do that et encore et encore

merci de vos appréciations

jl colonna cesari
0618460603


exemple

Tyran

The icy wind of a glance

And so much cries to eyes of fear

Your father or Fouettard

Quand you are at the bottom of the wall cupboard?

To live of hatred or revenge

The last hours put it in fright

He tyrannizes your childhood

And you seek your delivery

King of the hell, demon of steel

Dark Father who holds the sword

And in your back so much lacerated

The ice is reddened forever.

As the thunder pushes its cries

For You the sky east obscures

And In your war it is cursed

By the silence of all your nights.

As a God the Father of your life

He want to strike and to thus strike

The innocent which is `fleeing

By refusing its Amenti

Howl the Wind, the Dog barks

Its heavy boots, noise of the steps

Which hammer by ringing the knell

Of all that made,Your live ,Your joy

A last breath of a great pain

A cry which comes from iron heart

Whereas it believed to be god

He disappears, Your corbel dies.

Now You can break the doors chains

To go where Love involves to you

No more violence and no Hatred

you will forget the tears and pains

Ground of the South, biblical Ground

Ground where all will be romantic

Ground of the horse to magic rides

Ground to the erotic colors

Ground of the Love waiting for you

who holds your dreams with closed fists

It will sweep , it’s human wind

The Darkness of your destiny.


*/Jean-Louis Colonna-Cesari/*

*/N° Sacem 00439324648/*