℗ "Tu Vas Gâcher des Instrus", écrit, composé et interprété par The Unbelievable Ginger, extrait de "L'Heupée".

Musique : Tu Vas Gâcher des Instrus
Album : L'Heupée
Interprète : The Unbelievable Ginger
Compositeur : The Unbelievable Ginger
Paroles : The Unbelievable Ginger
Enregistrement, mix, mastering : The Unbelievable Ginger & BRL
Production et marketing : Akage Studio

© The Unbelievable Ginger - 2021 France
All Rights Reseved

Tu Vas Gâcher des Instrus

℗ "Vrais Arts Tristes", écrit, composé et interprété par The Unbelievable Ginger et Niels, extrait de "L'Heupée".

Musique : Vrais Arts Tristes
Album : L'Heupée
Interprète : The Unbelievable Ginger & Niels
Compositeur : The Unbelievable Ginger
Paroles : The Unbelievable Ginger & Niels
Enregistrement, mix, mastering : The Unbelievable Ginger & BRL
Production et marketing : Akage Studio

NIELS soundcloud.com/niels-officiel

© The Unbelievable Ginger - 2021 France
All Rights Reseved

Vrais Arts Tristes (ft. Niels)

Enjoy a novice french rap (first time) with punk/rock instrumental !
That was really cool to write et play those songs, hope you'll like it !

Différent de d’habitude, un EP entièrement en français pour élargir les possibilités. Réalisé en un mois, pour le challenge de me dépasser sur mes capacités.
Bref, c’était cool à écrire, en espérant que le rendu vous donne la même satisfaction que celle que j’ai pris à composer tout ça !

Remerciement :
Mes potes, ma famille, tous ceux qui écoutent et aiment ce que je fais, Kevin Cahay, Audric M, Alexia Chmni, Niels, Paaxo, BRL, et Eminem, Shaka Ponk, Nekfeu, Rage Against The Machine, Foals, Orelsan, Royal Republic, pour l'inspi.

BRL instagram.com/kbourel/

Toutes les chansons sont écrites, composées et interprétées par The Unbelievable Ginger.
Sauf «Amertume» interprétée par The Unbelievable Ginger & Alexia Chmni,
«Toujours en Retard» et «Vrais Arts Tristes» écrites et interprétées par The Unbelievable Ginger & Niels,
«Peste Noire» écrite et interprétée par The Unbelievable Ginger & Paaxo,
«Thanos» composée par BRL.

Joué sur Harley Benton Vintage Series guitar,
Collins Masterbass bass,
Harley Benton MB-5 SB Deluxe Series bass
Casio keyboard,
Alesis Turbo drums,
et Hydrogen drums kit.
Enregistré avec AKG D5, Audient iD4, and Boss ME-80
Mixé et masterisé par The Unbelievable Ginger et BRL

© ArtWork «L’Heupée» et tous les designs de ce livret sont réalisés par Gingerman

Produit et commercialisé par AKAGE Studio.
Made in France

Ⓟ The Unbelievable Ginger. Tous Droits Réservés. Septembre 2021

Amertume (ft. Alexia Chmni)

Toujours En Retard (ft. Niels)

Des Couchers De Soleil

Peste Noire (ft. Paaxo)

Esquisse

Thanos

A small mixtape to experiment with new types of sounds !
Thanks to all my friends for their support since the beginning, and thanks to each one who listen, like, and share my music.
One more time, I didn't consider myself as a singer, I'm just a musicmaker and a songwriter who like to sing !

A powerful bonus song
And an hidden Rock version of Eminem' song "Godzilla", for those who download !

All songs are written, performed and released by "The Unbelievable Ginger".
Played on Fender guitar, Harley Benton guitars, Collins bass, Casio synth, and Hydrogen drums.
Recorded with Presonus, Audiobox, and Boss ME-80
Mixed with Audacity
ArtWork by Gingerman (Protected by copyright)

Little Godzilla (Bonus song)

Alone, I come. Hello my girl.
A few months since our ways are split,
my mind goes around in a tight curl.

Forgive my words, little black bird.
You tried to fly while I was a weight for you,
now that you're free but you brain is stirred


 It's like a kind of pain.
 With you I'm blurred,
 It's worse when you not here,
 Little black bird.


A long story, but short lyrics.
My pain is enough to make a song with no limits.

Do you wanna know why I call you like a bird?
Whereas before I told you were a lion.

I wanna see you fly above the life and his shots.
But your wings are black like your thoughts

This song is not a love song,
but this song is not a redemption.


 It's like a kind of pain.
 With you I'm blurred,
 It's worse when you not here,
 Little black bird.

Little Black Bird

I'm gonna fight 'em all
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear but that's
what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore

And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding,
and I'm bleeding right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
and I will sing no more
And the stains coming from my blood tell me
go back home

Seven Nation Army (The White Stripes cover)

I think I'm getting weak. I don't like it.
Before, I was the only one who made you dream
by his character, his authority, his charisma, and his virility.

Now I no longer recognize myself. Who am I?
I know that love makes you stupid and softened.
But I didn't think to get to that level.

I say stupid things, silly things,
yes I thought you were the woman I needed.
In fact, I was sure of that.
But the fear of losing you is more and more present in my head.

So, I say full of beautiful sentences, that I think, but I say too much.
It becomes habit, and it loses interest, yeah its sucks.

But everything irritates me when you're not there.
And then your way of vexing yourself for the least things
that doesn't suit you, it doesn't help.

We are far from each other. But let us hope, one day we can live together.
In the meantime, we're forced to see each other once a month, because
you're afraid, and you don't like people neither.


Babe, I'm sorry to be sorry.
You was mine whatever the weather.
I want you keep to tell me how you love me,
I wanted to pull myself together.

Pull Oneself Together

I just woke up in a city I don't know.
Maybe hangover, but I open my eyes on the floor.
Everybody around me seems silly, maybe I'm lost.
I don't understand what's this city, but I don't like people.

These boys and girls, looks like these other boys and girls.
You call that fashion, but fashion is just a perpetual whirl.
While people die in their own country,
you take selfies and ask some "likes" and "pray for me".

But I don't wanna know what kind of trouble you've got in your life,
you just stupid if you think the world turns only around your ass.
Baby you're just a liar. Why you take a hundred pics
if you keep only one? You work the light and add another tricks.

We live in a world of forgery,
while some people stay in front of reality.
Everyone pretends to be someone else,
'cause a lot of us attempt to hide they need help.


Generation, die !
Generation of liars!
Generation, everyone cheat, in this nation, to improve your life.
Generation, die !


Second turn, what can we do ?
Everybody is a follower.
Don't you have personality too ?
You still try to have better that him or her.

What the hell are you doing ?
You can't make a dab, bitch, you look so stupid.
Yes monkey see, monkey do.
But all people who make it should be slapped and kicked !

But I don't wanna know what kind of trouble you've got in your life,
you just stupid if you think the world turns only around your ass.
Baby you're just a liar. Why you take a hundred pics
if you keep only one? You work the light and add another tricks.

But I hate you, all of you ! You follow fashion
as if the best way to be original.
Commercial music, fake artists
fake music, fake instrument.
I don't care about your post, what you eat,
I don't care about your job or when you don't sleep.
I hate the way you use the new tendancies.
You just make me puke, bitches !


Generation, die !
Generation of liars!
Generation, everyone cheat, in this nation, to improve your life.
Generation, die !

Generation, Die

Now you take your lunch before to faint.
With your colleagues, and you pretend to be friends.
You pass your time to work and look the hour.
Your day was bad as usual, but you're close to the end.

It's the evening, it's late, and you wanna go home.
But the city don't sleep, she's in the rolling metal box.
You try to find a place to breath in the road.
But there's people in front of you, and they roams.

And everything will start again next week,
next monday, for all your life.
But it's not the monday who's bad, yeah biach,
it's your job that you don't like.

Monday morning routine, hate!
I hate the morning!
Don't want a routine!

It's Not The Monday Who's Bad

The Unbelievable Ginger

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