OPMOC

by OPMOC

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1.
Day by day, night by night I'm just counting the days 'Til I hold you again Day by day, night by night Only thing I can do Is keep thinking about you Baby come back to me You know I need you Come back to me Baby come back to me I'm waiting for you Come back to me I'm begging you I never knew I would miss you, oh, so bad I never knew it would be so hard Until the day when you come back home to me I will be half the man I used to be Day by day, night by night I'm just counting the days 'Til I hold you again Day by day, night by night I've been waiting for you Do know what I say is true
2.
Ohhh… I wanna touch your body girl Aww… Come on and give it to me Ouhh.. Not so fast just yet this time Aww… I believe what I see Ohhh… I wanna make love to you Aww… Every day and every night Ouhh.. No don’t tell me you don’t want to Aww… 'Cause you know it’s true So Girl! Here’s what I’m trying to say oh Girl! Please let me tell you Everyday, I wanna make love to you Everyday, I know you want me too Ohhh… Come on get closer girl Aww… 'Cause I like the way you move Ouhh… I don’t want to wait too long Aww… Baby please come on home Baby, come on home, Loretta Everyday, I wanna make love to you Everyday, I know you want me too
3.
You’re so fine, baby, you’re so sweet  I know, what you’re trying to  But I just cant get enough of my baby at home  She knows just what to do  When you give me that look and that smile  Oh I bet that most would fall  But you will never never give me all that sweet stuff Like my baby at home  Your skin is burning before my eyes Even a blind man would see But still all I can do is think of The day I'll be with my baby  Sometimes I can feel lonely  In the most crowded place  The only thing that keeps me going Is when I close my eyes, I can see her face  So baby please believe me There is no one else in this world that can handle my love Like my baby at home
4.
Disco Monkey 02:11
5.
Grass is green when I'm shaking my machine But it’s not the same since I cheated on you I'm still learning what it's supposed to mean But it's not the same since I cheated on you I look outside, and I hear your voice calling me Take a look at my face, my eyes Why is it so hard to disguise Care for now but it won't do anyhow But it’s not the same since I cheated on you Time will pass and this grass ain't gonna last You know baby I feel as good as new But it's not the same since I cheated on you I look outside, and I hear your voice calling me I don't wanna hear it no more I don't wanna hear you no more Let me go I never felt like this before But it’s not the same since I cheated on you Take off your chains and put them on someone else Never realised what a slave I was But it’s not the same since I cheated on you I look outside, and I hear no one calling me Will I ever hear you again Will I ever see you again Here we are, I’m as happy as can be But it’s not the same since I cheated on you Look at you and all the faith you have in me But it’s not the same
6.
Unsaid 02:24
Standing in the rain, I look up to the sky Wonder how it feels to be under the sun And it sounds like tears, I wish I could cry All I hear is clouds even if I try Wonder what it feels like under the sun Son it's been a while, look at you how you’ve changed Your mother was worried it's good to see you home Dad I’m here to stay we lost so much time I wish I could say what I have in mind Why you went away, never said goodbye Wonder what it feels like under the sun Never realized how much I would miss you Strange how everything seems so different without you All I never said, oh how I regret I hope that you knew how much I love you But I lost the past, time can go so fast
7.
Leaving 06:56
8.
You didn’t come tonight, but I’m not even mad at you It’s for the best I’m sitting in the crowd, and I still hope that you’ll arrive I know you won’t And I can’t keep from wondering why I know it’s been so long, but I’m still thinking about you I wish I wasn’t I wish I didn’t
9.
Dimanche 03:30
Cela va faire plus de dix ans maintenant, Que tous les dimanches, systématiquement, on descend. Au début, c’était juste histoire de passer le temps. Descendre. Ca ou autre chose, finalement, hein ? Quelle importance ? Mais petit à petit, l’air de rien, le passe-temps a grandi… Et au sous-sol, dans la chaleur de ce temple ici-bas, Un nouveau monde s’est développé Et c’est là, miraculeusement, dans cette cave, que tout a commencé Personne ne se souvient vraiment du tout premier Dimanche, De ce jour, quasi sacré, où, armés de nos instruments, Nous sommes descendus pour la première fois dans cette cave étanche, Et avons fait trembler les murs de nos chants. Et nous vîmes que cela était bon. Et puis le temps, et puis le temps, le temps Le temps a converti ces excursions en tradition. Et aujourd’hui c’est tous les dimanches, sans aucune exception Que la Musique nous enchante, nous apaise, nous amuse et nous ravit les oreilles A un point tel, que toute la semaine on l’attend, ce rituel ! Cette fameuse, cette fabuleuse, cette divine Répétition. Quand le lundi, encore tout béni de la veille On retourne à nos activités habituelles, On peut toujours garder dans un petit coin de notre esprit Qu’à la fin de la semaine, c’est certain, viendra un autre dimanche Et alors qu’on soit mardi, mercredi, jeudi, vendredi ou samedi, on sourit et garde la foi ! Dans l’espoir que Dimanche, encore une fois, notre bonheur s’épanche. Le Dimanche nous appelle mes frères  ! Comme une lumière dans la nuit, comme un ilôt dans la mer, comme une oasis dans le désert ! Il est devenu le métronome de nos vies  ! Alors je vous le demande mes frères, qu’est-ce qu’on attend ? - Le Dimanche! Mais oui c’est Lui qu’on attend  ! Le Dimanche et son traditionnel Gâteau, Le Dimanche et sa petite ration de Bière apportée par Bongo, Ce jour sacré où tous ensemble on va jouer  ! Alors je vous le re-demande mes frères, qu’est ce qu’on attend  ? - Le Dimanche! Mais oui c’est Lui qu’on attend  ! Toute la semaine on Le pressent, Ce jour où nos soucis s’effacent, Ce jour où de nos sourires les chagrins trépassent  ! Comment s’appelle-t-il ce jour mes frères  ? - Le Dimanche! Répètez le-moi encore une fois parce que j’ai peur de l’avoir à nouveau oublié  ! Il s’appelle  ? - C'est le Dimanche! Mais oui ! C'est le Dimanche qu’on attend tous en choeur ! Le Dimanche, notre Sauveur ! Le Dimanche qu’on attend tous les jours avec amour !
10.
Sunday 02:53
Sunday’s the day we play You know on every Sunday We go to my house to play Sunday’s my favorite day And I mean every Sunday All in my house to play Sunday’s the day we play You know on every Sunday We go to my house to play Sunday’s my favorite day And I know I'd be OK If it was Sunday every day And there’s cake Sunday, such a lovely day to play And on every other day You know that Sunday's on it's way Sing again Sunday, such a lovely day to play And on every other day You know that Sunday's on its way Don’t forget that when you've had a bad day Sing your troubles away You’re gonna play on Sunday
11.
Maureen was walking fast and graciously She threw us little glances that meant a whole lot to me We would have followed her 'til the end of the world Before knowing Marianne, a foxy baby Who gave us a faggot pink whistle which we gave to gay-Carl (Yay, a faggot pink whistle) Elise was kindly waiting for her big fat friend on the square So we sang her some stupid songs like Happy Birthday (and something in May) Mariam laughs and laughs except when she sells our CDs Scaring even us, but there's cake, wine and ladies Chocolate was a big belgian redneck who chased Mariam with his chocolate stick Guich followed him to film his ass (good time, great flick) Everyone went skinny-dipping except us (‘cause it's sick) Bicurious Torben went to see chocolate's dick, the bear who didn't like clothes … They just weren't his thing Hey, don't be afraid, we'll play a little song Wait, don't run away, please stay and sing along Ludivine! She's the coolest, she wants her ass kicked cause she's in sex-mode Her sister was Cinnamon who would have been ours, if not for Thibault So we play and play 'til the faggots hit the hay at 7:00 it was just us and Ludivine, it was her birthday So we have a ball saying gross things with noise and booze We filmed the things we filmed and we filmed that too Then we nailed that bitch with petanque balls, Then she drew us, we drew her back, and everybody was drawn Hey, don't be afraid, we'll play a little song Wait, don't run away, please stay and sing along Please girl don't you run away, just stay, Don't be afraid, please wait We just wanna play a song for you

credits

released June 9, 2017

all music composed, written and arranged by Martin Salemi, except
#2, #5 lyrics by Martin Salemi/Jacob Miller
#10 lyrics by Martin Salemi/Bruno Borsu
#11 lyrics by OPMOC
#4 music by Martin Salemi/Jacob Miller

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Jacob Miller: bass, acoustic guitar on #6, lead vocals
Maxime Van Eerdewegh: drums, maracas, cowbell, guiro, vocals
Martin Salemi: Rhodes MKV, Clavinet D6, Prophet 08, Korg MS20, Nord Stage, Grand Piano, vocals
Antoine Lafontaine: trumpet, cowbell, maracas, tambourin, chimes, vocals
Bruno Borsu: alto saxophone, soprano saxophone on #7, cowbell, clave, lead vocal on #9, vocals
Jeroen Capens: tenor saxophone and vocals on #1, #2 and #11
Creo Cristoria: tenor saxophone and vocals on #3, #4, #5, #6, #7, #8, #9, #10

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#1, #2 and #11 recorded at Jet Studio by Rudy Coclet
#3, #4, #5, #6, #7, #8, #9, #10 recorded at Dada Studio by Peter Soldan

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Mixed and mastered at Dada Studio by Peter Soldan in 2017
Design by Jean-Claude Salemi

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OPMOC Brussel, Belgium

OPMOC is a six-piece band based in Brussels, Belgium. With saxophones, trumpet, bass, drums and keyboards, their music is an energetic mix that knows no boundaries, something between funk, reggae, punk, hip-hop or even salsa. For the past 10 years, they've played on some of the biggest stages in Belgium and around the world. ... more

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