Lovely adaptation of this classic old song!

Polvojack
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Composer - Guillaume Doyon
Lyricist - Guillaume Doyon
Record Label
Polvojack
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199800919473
Release Date
Nov. 24, 2025
Primary Genre
Easy Listening
Secondary Genre
Easy Listening
Primary Subgenre
Background Music
Secondary Subgenre
Instrumental Pop
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Type: Instrumental
Album Language
English
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Little Reminder

Rapped, written, arranged, composed, produced, originally performed by Jah-Femi Telewa

“Fries Stay Dry” definition: Regardless of the intense heat aka pressure I don’t lose integrity I don’t crumble or get weak (moist)… now you have it from the horses mouth save it …. 

A wandering hiphop heartbeat tangled with country grit forming a bold roaming rhythm.

Nikos Mavridis … Viola
Caitlin Thomas … Cello
André Vasconcellos … Electric Bass
Christiano Galvão … Acoustic Drums
Modern Jam … Mix n Master

Instruments: Cello, Bass, Drums, (808)- maybe 

Hmmm
Hmmm hmmm hmmmm

Verse one:
Uh
The streets preach and you ain’t listening 
These diamonds are just glistening 
They shining so bright but your feelings ain’t right 
These gems are like food, good for you too eat
But you talk a whole lot to keep your status in the street (hmm)
Summin ain’t right with your style of thinking 
I tell you when to move and you just stand there blinking 
I’m So confused, how you get drunk drinking 
Just asked your baby mama, and you ain’t even speaking 

Chorus 
Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Come again 
Back around 

Verse two:
You brag loud but your pockets ain’t listening
Flexing on the net while your rent keeps whispering
You claim you got heart but your courage stays missing
Even your own crew say you move like fiction
Talking like a boss but you fold when it’s time
I see the fear in your stance… it’s written in your spine
You chase cheap thrills but you running from the grind
Tryna act like a king… when you barely hold the line


Chorus 
Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Chorus 
Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Come again 
Back around 
I’m in

Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm

Verse three (sung):
I seen men rise just to fall in their pride
Chasing gold they can’t hold… running blind in the night
They talk loud, but their footsteps never match up the stride
Trying to walk like giants… but their shadows don’t lie
And I’m standing here steady while they drift in the wind
Saying strength is a posture, not the noise that you send
If you’re living by the street… better stand on your spine
Cause the truth cuts deeper than a razor’s thin line

Chorus:
Come again
Back around
I’m in town

Come again
Back around

Come again
Back around
I’m in town

Come again
Back around
I’m in

Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm

Fries Stay Dry (Jah-Femi,  Lew, SE Num & Stephen Cory) [Live Band Edition]

A high energy, uplifting country rock Christmas song.

Christmas In Utah

Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, Ding, dong

Bells in the air, nobody stares
Built to command, now background noise
Strangers walk by, faster than time
Signals and screens claiming our ears
Ding-dong, ding-dong, echoes prolong
As if they know someone is home
Once they gave names, marked what we claimed
Now they just mark seconds we spend
Ding, dong, ding, dong

Meaning on sale, memory stale
What we did once, we don’t do now
Stories collapse into the cloud
Archived as data, sorted for use
Bells keep their pitch, holding their niche
Not for belief, only for proof
Proof we were here, proof we agreed
Proof we once cared who we would be
Ding-dong, ding-dong, echoes prolong
As if they know someone is home
Once they gave names, marked what we claimed
Now they just mark seconds we spend

Merry on loop, hollow and true
Merry, because someone insists

Bells in the air, nobody cares
Still they persist, steady and bare
Not to remind, not to rewind
Only to ring without a cause
Ding-dong, ding-dong, nothing is wrong
Nothing is fixed. Freedom is that
History mutates, we improvise
We choose the rules after they break

Onward they sound, rootless and proud
Not tied to faith, not tied to place
Calling no home, needing no throne
Simply a tone carried by air
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Future is loose, unknown and new
We build it strange, bold and our own
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Nothing is known, we write the rest
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong
Ding, dong, ding, dong

Forgotten Bells (based on "Shchedryk" by Mykola Leontovych)

Second track in a suite of tracks inspired by a walk along a wooded river bank in the summer close to where I live. This track describes where the river flows into a stlll, slow flowing becalmed area. Enjoy the calming, relaxing atmosphere. CD

Becalmed

Lyrics:
In the midway of this our mortal life
I found me in a gloomy wood astray

Far ventured from the path direct
That savage sound of furred shaitan
The nub of my former writing hand
Quivered, yellow or inflamed
Another corner, another tree
The monastery cast on its destined grave
It's howl, dry throated, corrupt cry
Its teeth as horns cast miles high

Far, day depart and the air

In this fate
If we've had it cast here
In this fate
If memory serves it right
In this fate
Adjust the view, adjust the view
In this fate
In this fate I found my feet

Bathed in the styx
But laying in bed
The image of those dagger teeth
Birthed in the bosom of a wretched land
My hand cramps, the ghost of past
Twists on the flame of asunder cord
It laughs at me with callous tones
Drawing to the earth

In this fate
If we've had it cast here
In this fate
If memory serves it right
In this fate
Adjust the view, adjust the view
In this fate
In this fate I found my feet
The heathen lord has come
In this fate
In this fate I found my... feet

Come night
Outside the library
Ice trailed from the church to the chapter house
Dyed red, numbing the waters
Those fangs, I couldn't mistake them
I wrapped my hands around its ten foot neck
Mist climbed from behind its dagger teeth
It crawled, it gnawed, but it couldn't bite my hand

In this fate
If we've had it cast here
In this fate
If memory serves it right
In this fate
Adjust the view, adjust the view
In this fate
In this fate I found my feet
The heathen lord has come
In this fate
In this fate I found my... feet

HEART IN THROAT

Rapped, written, arranged, composed, produced, originally performed by Jah-Femi Telewa

Lyrics:

Yeah … you know how I do it
Changing like the British weather 
Like a chameleon I switch
Lil flip on the unusual ever changing script
Let’s go

00:19
Goons get they lives touched through winter
Gets tackled and locked in cages when I enter
Cream of lush crop just 4 being better
Screw being rich when u taste like treats 
A balanced of diets to leave your health complete 
Why you hating is it cause feelings speak
I can see them in letters and they spell weak
Somebody should da told u fly boy’s unique
Why he’s banging with beats n rhymes each week 
Get ya head in the motion 
Smooth fella distribute the potion 
Love n hate be the simple notion
To make the drip drop turn in to an ocean
In every circumstance I choose resistance 
In my  persistence i seek out some recompense 
For all the hate gain in such n such an instance 

Chorus 
You can’t mess with me
I fly high
Im soaring 

It is plain to see
How I get by 
How I fly

Verse 2 (01:21 - 1:58) 

Steady in the lane while the jealous hearts chatter
Tryna pull me down with the noise that don’t matter
I rise with a calm that was born in disaster
Turn every loss to a gain moving faster
Life taught me rhythm through the struggle and pain
Now the shadows move back when I’m calling my name
You been aiming at the king but your arrow’s in vain
Cause the shield on my chest is engraved by the flame
Truth in my step… precision in motion
Deep in my breath… conviction in oceans
Watch how I turn doubt into pure promotion
While your envy dissolves like salt in the oceans
Greatness is a habit that my soul repeats
Crowned by YAH’s light when my heart competes
So I glide past the gossip from the coldest streets
Cause a chosen one walks with unbending feats


Chorus 
You can’t mess with me
I fly high
Im soaring 

Description: Raw hybrid heat soaring above envy sculpted in precision and rhythm.
It is plain to see
How I get by 
How I fly

Lil Flip on Script…

Black Christmas

What It Sounds Like (cover)

Only up
Lonely? Yup!
We walk alone
And pony up
The horsepower
We’re worth hours
Or days of your listening ways
We go only up
Into the last days…

This game is padlocked
But it’s a bad lock
Which I broke 
with my mad bops
Pop drops
Explode like pop rocks
Or mentos and coke
Want all the smoke?
Buttholes are closed
And clenched
When I walk into the room
Pussies are drenched
Wussies are wrenched
And screwed
Not chopped
This is hip hop
And I’ll cryp walk
In gym socks
Before I’ll ever
Give up

[pop]
[guitar]
[female]
Only up
Lonely? Yup!
We walk alone
And pony up
The horsepower
We’re worth hours
Or days of your listening ways
We go only up
Into the last days…

[rap]
[fast]

Split the seas
Then spun the two sides 
Like I was a Vietnamese 
DJ MC that sampled 
The police and got stung
Like a bee
Im in the journey 
To the top of the pops
And I’m soon to be 
A human beings
Best friend  
Besides pussy 
Oh why do I 
mention
These looney tense
Dimensions
Mooning for impressions 
On X and Ig 
Had sex with Heidi
Klum she’s some 
Poon plus she’s dumb
Umm I mean hey girl hit me up
Because I want to stitch you up
With my prick 
But yea I’m a dick 
A shave the hair off my pigs
To keep them well behaved 
Hegentic and afraid
Of me heehee 
I’m pretty wackiiiiiii
With flow like a fat gaiiiiiiii
Has rolls yea I’m that guy
My poles getting jacked I
Can’t complain  
Ran a train 
On all your relatives 
My problems executive
Functioning I’m really into 
Mumbling and blabbering
But reign it in to nab you kid
Take a stab at it
Like it’s bad fabric 
I’m a mad tantric 
Manhattened 
Man, n**,
I can’t live
I hardly
Can manage 
Sometimes
Without music
Because music
Undoes damage 
From havoc
Of daily life,
Traffic
Marital strife
Acid
Always being flaccid 
Flow is elastic 
Soldier of plastic 
Mold in bowl 
Yea I grow 
Like a soul 
Yikes I’m old 
But in bold 
And will take
You and the universe
To your toes.

[pop]
[guitar]
Only up
Lonely? Yup!
We walk alone
And pony up
The horsepower
We’re worth hours
Or days of your listening ways
We go only up
Into the last days…

Only Up! Ft. Gina Da Lesbian

"Last Christmas With You" is a song about longing, hope, and waiting for someone to return—inspired by countless stories of people separated from their loved ones by war. Set in a melancholic East Prussian folk music aesthetic, the track blends traditional instruments like accordion, violin, and guitar with a deeply emotional narrative.
A soldier’s voice, hoping to reunite in the snow, is accompanied by a tender female voice and a violin carrying the melody like a memory through the cold. "Last Christmas With You" is a listening experience that asks the universal question: "How many Christmases do we spend far from those we love?"

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"Last Christmas With You" ist ein Lied über Sehnsucht, Hoffnung und das Warten auf Rückkehr – inspiriert von den unzähligen Geschichten von Menschen, die im Krieg von ihren Lieben getrennt wurden. Eingebettet in eine melancholische, ostpreußische Volksmusik-Ästhetik, verbindet der Song traditionelle Instrumente wie Akkordeon, Violine und Gitarre mit einer tief emotionalen Erzählung.
Die Stimme eines Soldaten, der im Schnee auf ein Wiedersehen hofft, wird begleitet von einer zarten Frauenstimme und einer Geige, die die Melodie wie eine Erinnerung durch die Kälte trägt. "Last Christmas With You" ist ein Hörerlebnis, das die universelle Frage stellt: "Wie viele Weihnachten verbringen wir fern von denen, die wir lieben?"

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lyrics:

[Verse]
All this snow
Falling like we never know
Time to run
Go
And save the soul
Hope to see you soon
We keep the silence
It's better for the kids
No sirens
So afraid for you
Please don't die
Love
I wish it wasn't true
I hope that I can hold you

[Chorus]
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you

[Verse]
This red sky
Coming over me at night
Can't run 'cause it ain't my life
I'm supposed to wait for you
I'ma sit here
Stay inside
And hold on to my Christ
I can't take it no more
No
I pray that I can hold you

[Chorus]
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you

[Verse]
She said
"I just wanted to write you and say I'm alive
Where are you
Babe?
And I really miss you
I hope that this war can be done before Christmas
Please be safe and get back to the kids
I need to hold you
I'm losing it
And I'm holding on to the thought of being with you"

[Chorus]
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you

[Verse]
So I write back
"My dear
I'm alive
I'm here
And I miss you
Love
And I'm holding on to the thought of being with you"

[Chorus]
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you


Last Christmas With You

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