L.A. Mood is the solo project of Melbourne based multi-instrumentalist and … Read Full Bio ↴L.A. Mood is the solo project of Melbourne based multi-instrumentalist and producer Dave Mudie. He's the full-time drummer for Courtney Barnett, and has played in upwards of 40 other bands. Most recently he played drums on Jess Ribeiro's album "LOVE HATE", recorded Jade Imagine's debut "Stay Awake", and played on releases from Gumboot, Super American Eagle (alongside Brent DeBoer of The Dandy Warhols), Cannon and Baby Blue. Debut EP Crushing Highs & Amazing Lows was recorded at Revolver Studios in Portland, Oregon with producer Collin Hegna of The Brian Jonestown Massacre. It showcased a range of styles – slacker rock, indie-pop and alt-country. 2019’s EP Breakfast At Sassy’s draws from the swinging 60's, psychedelic 70's and indie-pop of the 00's, and was again recorded in Portland with Hegna. 2022 will finally see L.A. Mood’s debut album release, titled A Print Out Of The Sun. It was written and recorded across Melbourne, Portland and Castlemaine, and again mixed by Hegna. The title is inspired by a longing for the sun in places where it can seem hard to find. It’s an opportunity to take lightness with you wherever you go. The artwork is by Mary Streepy. A Print Out Of The Sun is a welcome statement from one of Australia’s most experienced musicians, both on stage and in the studio. Effortless production meets confident songwriting. With a national tour planned upon release, 2022 will see The Mood very bright indeed.

OLE OLE OLE
L.A. Mood Lyrics

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Parle je t'entends pas
Parle je m'en tamponne
Quand j'écoute leurs musiques
Je sais qu'ils ont font des tonnes
Je règle mes comptes en face
J'te laisse prendre la confiance
J'prends mon biff j'me casse
Je démarre et je trace

Olé olé olé
Qu'est-ce t'as, t'as colé colé colé
Lyonnais, on va mailler violet
On va h3tayer violet
Trafiquante violet

Touche à mes affaires, tu finis dans marre de sang
J'veux pas finir à Fresnes, donc on roule à 200.
Touche à mes affaires, tu finis dans marre de sang
J'veux pas finir à Fresnes, donc on roule à 200.

Olé olé olé la tchop est volée volée volée
Olé olé olé la tchop est volée volée volée

Ils veulent connaître ma vie
Je compte que sur la famille
Je m'en fous de leurs avis
Ami-amigo
Je m'en fous j'suis solo
Je terminerai solo
J'ai pas besoin de potos
Ami-amigo
Je tourne dans la ville
V'là les civils
V'là les soucis
Ouais ça va trop vite
Une 'quette deux 'quettes trois 'quettes
On coupe et on emballe
Le p'tit guette guette
On vend et on s'en va

Touche à mes affaires, tu finis dans marre de sang
J'veux pas finir à Fresnes, donc on roule à 200.
Touche à mes affaires, tu finis dans marre de sang
J'veux pas finir à Fresnes, donc on roule à 200.

Olé olé olé la tchop est volée volée volée
Olé olé olé la tchop est volée volée volée

Touche à mes affaires
J'veux pas a finir a Fresnes
Donc on roule à 200
Touche à mes affaires
Tu finis dans marre de sang
J'veux pas finir à Fresnes
Donc on roule à 200

Touche à mes affaires, tu finis dans marre de sang
J'veux pas finir à Fresnes, donc on roule à 200.
Touche à mes affaires, tu finis dans marre de sang
J'veux pas finir à Fresnes, donc on roule à 200.

Olé olé olé

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of L.A. Mood's song "Olé Olé Olé" describe the rapper's disregard for others' opinions and his intense focus on his own financial gain. He brushes off people who try to talk to him, asserting that he doesn't care what they think. When he listens to their music, he knows that they are exaggerating their messages. The rapper resolves conflicts and takes his money before he leaves, accelerating away from the situation. The chorus, consisting of the repetition of "Olé olé olé," evokes a celebratory tone that suggests the rush of the chase and the subsequent adrenaline high when things go successfully. The rapper also warns that anyone who messes with his things will end up in a pool of their blood. He repeats the line "I don't want to end up in Fresnes," which is a reference to the notorious prison in France, where an inmate in 2001 was subjected to 76 hours of torture by the guards.

The lyrics also mention the illegal drug business, specifically drugs that are cut with an unidentified chemical. The rapper states that they "cut and pack" the drugs, a process that involves mixing the drug with another substance to increase the volume for selling. He describes how they cut and pack the drugs as well as sell them and leave quickly. The chorus repeats, "La tchop est volée," meaning "the stash is stolen." The use of this phrase is a celebration of illicit gains and evokes the thrill of acquiring something that is not supposed to be theirs.

The lyrics talk about the desire for money and success, the thrill of the chase, and the dangers of getting involved in illegal activities. The song captures the excitement of being young and reckless, emphasizing the thrill of breaking the rules while also highlighting the potential consequences of such behavior. The lyrics of the song convey a sense of danger and excitement, with the rapper inviting listeners to join him in experiencing the thrill of the chase.

Line by Line Meaning

Parle je t'entends pas
I can't hear you speak, and I don't really care.

Parle je m'en tamponne
Speak as much as you want, but I don't give a damn.

Quand j'écoute leurs musiques Je sais qu'ils ont font des tonnes
When I listen to their music, I know they're exaggerating.

Je règle mes comptes en face
I resolve my issues directly with people.

J'te laisse prendre la confiance
I let you gain confidence and feel comfortable around me.

J'prends mon biff j'me casse
I take my money and leave.

Je démarre et je trace
I start and go quickly.

Qu'est-ce t'as, t'as colé colé colé
What's wrong with you, why you quiet.

Lyonnais, on va mailler violet On va h3tayer violet Trafiquante violet
We're representing our city of Lyon and wearing purple (our gang color).

Touche à mes affaires, tu finis dans marre de sang J'veux pas finir à Fresnes, donc on roule à 200.
If you mess with my business, you'll end up dead. I don't want to end up in jail, so I'll drive really fast.

Olé olé olé la tchop est volée volée volée
The beer has been stolen.

Ils veulent connaître ma vie Je compte que sur la famille Je m'en fous de leurs avis Ami-amigo
They want to know about my life, but I only trust my family. I don't care about their opinions.

Je m'en fous j'suis solo Je terminerai solo J'ai pas besoin de potos Ami-amigo
I don't care, I'm alone and I'll finish alone. I don't need any friends.

Je tourne dans la ville V'là les civils V'là les soucis Ouais ça va trop vite Une 'quette deux 'quettes trois 'quettes On coupe et on emballe Le p'tit guette guette On vend et on s'en va
I'm driving around town and running into civilians and problems. Everything's moving too fast when we're cutting and packaging. We sell and leave quickly.

Olé olé olé
Chant of celebration or victory.

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Mathias Paget

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Quando eu ouço e vejo as musicas e o mundo de hoje eu digo:
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