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Bruno Coulais is a French composer, born in Paris on 13 January 1954. He has a father from Vendée and his mother is an Iraqi Jew. He is most widely known for his music on film soundtracks.

Coulais began his musical education on the violin and piano, aiming to become a composer of contemporary classical music. However, a series of acquaintances gradually re-oriented him towards film music. Coulais was particularly influenced by director François Reichenbach, who asked him in 1977 to write the soundtrack to his new documentary Mexico Magico. The first full-length production he composed the score for was the 1986 film La femme secrète by Sébastien Grall. Until the end of the 1990s, he remained low-profile, composing mainly for television. His name can often be found from TV films by Gérard Marx and Laurent Heynemann. He also composed the soundtracks for Christine Pascal’s 1992 film Le petit prince a dit, and Agnès Merlet’s Le fils du requin in 1993.

In 1994, he met the television producer Josée Dayan, who let him write a theme for the TV series La rivière Esperance, aired on the France 2 network in autumn 1995. He worked with Dayan again with other major productions such as Le comte de Monte-Cristo, Balzac, and Les nuiteux.

The largest turning point of his career came in 1996, when he worked with directors Claude Nuridsany and Marie Pérennou of the documentary Microcosmos. This single film, which gave a great significance to the music in it, was a great success and made Coulais one of the most wanted composers of French film music. In 1997, he won the César award for the best musical score in a film, as well as a Victoire de la Musique. His reputation was confirmed by the soundtracks to Himalaya (1999) and Les rivières pourpres (2000), and after that Bruno Coulais’s name was to be found on most new French blockbusters, such as Belphégor and Vidocq.

After producing the soundtrack to Winged Migration in 2001, Coulais announced that he wanted to significantly reduce his contributions to film music, and instead concentrate on other projects, such as the creation of an opera for children, and collaborations with Akhenaton, Akhenaton’s group IAM and the Corsican group A Filetta, with whom he had worked since he had made the soundtrack for Jacques Weber’s film Don Juan in 1998.

In 2002, his name was found on the ending credits of the animation L’enfant qui voulait être un ours, and in 2004, on Frédéric Schoendoerffer’s Agents secrets. The same year, he wrote the soundtrack to the film Les choristes by Christophe Baratier, which subsequently became an international hit. The music for this film received as great praise as the film itself, and it won Coulais his third César award. Since then, Coulais’s collaborations in cinema seem to be limited to works by directors with whom he already shares some history, in particular Jacques Perrin, Frédéric Schoendoerffer, and James Huth.

Bruno Coulais’s musical style may vary significantly between different projects, but there are some constant factors visible: his taste for opera and for human voice (in particular that of children), for a search for original sonority, for world music and mixing different musical cultures, and finally, a certain tendency to give preference to the ambience created by lighting rather than the film’s narration.

Coraline Soundtrack Song  Exploration

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written performed & produced by blackbear

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written and performed by Jhené Aiko Efuru Chilombo
produced by Fisticuffs

Sailing Soul(s)

B's & H's (Bonus)

Born To Die

Video Games

BUFF SQUAD (FEAT. POUYA, SHAKEWELL, GERM) [Prod. $uijin]

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VERSE I: RUBY DA CHERRY

they figure me a dead motherfucker
romeo da black rose
shedding petals
hold me over until they finish digging me a hole
i need a new beginning so i tip toe behind my foe's bitch
unzip, i'm throwing it into that bitch's hole
calling all my enemies the same place where that dick go
fuck an online pussy boy 
talking shit
acting like it was a brick thrown through a window
sticks and stones might break my bones
but words will never hurt me
some slick hoes might catch me froze but soon they will desert me
get rich blow that smoke in o's
don't ever act so thirsty
sick diss though
fuck all this 
slowly die before i'm 30

VERSE II: SLICK SLOTH
isn't it so convincing how that blade slide across my throat
coke residue all in my nose
couple graves dug for my foes and it goes on and on
my girlfriend calling my phone
ain't seen her in about a week
this depression got me weak
ever wake up everyday and you want to die?
life going good 
can't figure out why
blank walls all around me keep the pills near by
play with the nine and then i close my eyes
$uicide only thing gonna gratify this urge to leave
can't you hear my plea?
i'm down on my knees

Tape

KILL YOURSELF (PART IV)

if i could i would feel nothing (freestyle)
produced by J hill 
sample : Rydia basecamp

digital druglord

if i could i would feel nothing

every rose I’ve ever held has long and died
every bird flies far home from time to time
just like every cowboy sings a sad song when they ride
so will u say the same thing every time
 when i ask can u love me like that
would u hesitate or text me right back
and if u call me ill be there
everytime girl yea i swear just like ....

Every Haunted Movie Takes Place In Massachusetts (prod by nyck)

make daddy proud

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[VERSE I: YUNG MUTT]

i'm the type of person to burn alive while on a sinkin' ship
flickin' ash out of my lash
i know what yall been thinkin' bitch
$UICIDE
fuck 'em all
i'm drench in gasoline and lit
then $lick will tell yall fuck boys grab a broom and gon and sweep the shit
i don't give a fuck about the internet
motherfuck the illusion
yall confused
don't get my image yet
666 for life
grey my fuckin' army stripes
yall keep flossin'
yall keep ballin'
all yall caught up in a net

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

call your patrol man
i've been programmed to fear no man
you see these tats all on my face? 
i don't have no care 
i walk around in any city like my home there
you want war, motherfucker, but yet to declare
hop on a chariot
ridin' through heaven
i'm aiming a .45 at your god
$carecrow the scariest
cut throat the deadliest 
frozen $hogun at my side
every night rise and die
grey five nine the parasites
who am i? anti-christ
the one who makes hades flames ignite


[VERSE III: GERM]

catchin' top in the whip
ridin' cruisin' wylin'
just take a look at me
i'm booted and ashy
talkin' down bout a stupid bitch
lookin' for a stupid lick
you really new to this
been on my bullshit gucci linen draped on my women
sinnin' with women out here pushin' limits
worry bout me you stupid nigga
stack digits
up my heat in public
air 'em out if they get ignorant
left 'em heaven sent
his partner called on christ, but he irrelevant
lurkin' the pit
die bout my shit
just look at the wrist, ain't no slits but it drip
ronda roussey in the audi with me
knock a nigga out for me
love that bitch

DIRTIERNASTIER$UICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - KING COBRA (DRIPPIN')

DIRTIERNASTIER$UICIDE DROPS FEB 21

[VERSE I: NORTHSIDE SHAWTY]

it's that gutter motherfucker from the northside
gold up on my teeth i got the frost bite
still up in my hood but my bands right
smokin' rock tar out the glass pipe
swervin' while i'm passin' up the red lights
couple xannax in me
need my mind right
everybody say goodnight to the bad guy
i'm from a place in the dark where the dead die
fuck your motherfuckin' camera if you (cash me ousside)
when it comes to heaven's gates you can (cash me ousside)
$lick rick how i pimp on a bitch how bow dah
slit wrist drip drip til i end
$UICIDE

[VERSE 2: PAPA PINE]

frozen posted with a script bottle open
drippin' like a faucet broken
you think that you the fuckin' wave?
i got the ocean flowin'
you think that you won't catch the fade
yung $now be fuckin' lokin'
turn your head to marmalade then light a blunt i'm fuckin smokin
chokin
i got 10 i'm bout to hang
pussy boy claim that he mispoke and now he boastin third coast
i'm dirty south i'm swangin' blades just like a fuckin frozen shogun
sip a spell 
some muddy potion
pull up and i flood the function
got a bag i leave it close and money come and go
sometimes you broke
sometimes you loaded
i feel so broke i need to get loaded
fuck you
always been my slogan
curvin hoes and blowin o's
i'm slowly rollin' potent
gonna overdose
at least i'm hopin

[VERSE: BEER CAN DAN]

bags to get
only select few fuck the rest
big ass rude lil bitch
swallow the stick
30 round sack left her wet
bags of cess
hit the button for the top on the 'vette
bet that hoe ain't never seen nun like this
big pun rocks on my wrist
i bet you love me bruh
you look just like me
fuck
back to back sluts
no fucks
just sucks
at ease boy catch up
front of saks
5 fifths
smoke sac
i just wanna dab
too much passion kiss my ass
pull of in the jag
gucci my v guts
can't be touched
came in broken pick me up
young niggas out here know wassup
back up the coupe
big boof
neck bein thrown she the truth
bow down salute
ski mask tucked tight
weak ass crumb gimme the loot

Bye Jake - DIZZIE / FIJIBOTTLELEAN / ENYUH

Dana