The cobla (Catalan pronunciation: [ˈkobːɫə], plural cobles) is a traditional music ensemble of Catalonia, Spain and in Northern Catalonia in France. It is generally used to accompany the Sardana, a traditional Catalan folk dance, danced in a circle.
The modern Cobla normally consists of 11 players with the following instruments:
A cobla esparsa (Old Occitan [ˈkubla esˈpaɾsa] literally meaning "scattered stanza") in Old Occitan is the name used for a single-stanza poem in troubadour poetry. They constitute about 15% of the troubadour output, and they are the dominant form among late (after 1220) authors like Bertran Carbonel and Guillem de l'Olivier. The term cobla triada is used by modern scholars to indicate a cobla taken from a longer poem and let stand on its own, but its original medieval meaning was a cobla esparsa taken from a larger collection of such poems, since coblas esparsas were usually presented in large groupings.
Sometimes, two authors would write a cobla esparsa each, in a cobla exchange; this corresponds, in a shorter form, to the earlier tenso or partimen. Whether such exchanges should be regarded as a "genre" unto themselves, as a type of short tenso, or as coblas esparsas, one of which happens to be written in response to the other, is debated. The Cançoneret de Ripoll distinguishes between the cobles d'acuyndamens, which bonds of vassallage, love, or fidelity, and cobles de qüestions, which posed dilemmas. The acuyndamentum was a special bond of vassallage-fidelity in medieval Catalonia.
These are the Daze my friend
We're so far from the end
But we can't wait forever and a day
Forever and a Day
One for your City
Two if you're prissy
Three for the raw real homie
Rollin' wit' me
Four's like the voice in my head
Getting dizzy
Five get it so live
The cops come & get me
Six for the politrix
Seven call the Reverend
Eight DNA certain way
You a felon
Nine feeling fine
Even when the sun shady
Ten that's a dime
Goapele do it crazy
If you miss me when I'm gone
Just know riding on a sky plain
You never know
I could be wrong
Sometimes I'm weak
When I feel strong
Push on
Be strong
Don't wait
Lean on
Sometimes
Pray on
Hold on
Because
These are the Daze
You gotta go for broke
I'm taking all my chances
And if you're scared of transit...
Run for cover
Light is fading
It's getting dark
The sun is fading
Oh they told me
Live today
Like your gonna live forever
Tomorrow paves the way
For the rest of your life
Even if we lose some along the way
It's not worth the hate
No time to hate
Black prophet
Still grandma collar poppin
Do anything for a twenty dollar profit
They push into yo kitchen til yo momma holla stop it
If it ain't first class
Then I'mma try the cockpit
Had some ups & downs
Been dumped around
It's nothing
''cause we ain't sufferin' now
For life we lusted
In God we trust
But now don't discuss it
We going for bust
Hold tight
It's not
Too late
Take it
Right now
It's in
Your hands
Because
These are the days we gotta go for broke
I'm taking all my chances
And if you're scared of transit...
Run for cover
Light is fading
Its getting dark