Cayenne Gold
pop blues-rock, built on his warm, vocal slide guitar work, tanbou (drum in Creole) (tanbou foulé or foulé kasékò, tanbou koupé or dékoupé, tanbou plonbé or foulé fon, ), tanbou yongwé, ka, and tibwa, His voice is gravelly baritone, offering an introspective, world-weary storytelling approach, perfect for late-night driving and reflection
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Cayenne Gold
pop blues-rock, built on his warm, vocal slide guitar work, tanbou (drum in Creole) (tanbou foulé or foulé kasékò, tanbou koupé or dékoupé, tanbou plonbé or foulé fon, ), tanbou yongwé, ka, and tibwa, His voice is gravelly baritone, offering an introspective, world-weary storytelling approach, perfect for late-night driving and reflection
Creator: ᒍᑌᒪIᗩᑎ KᗩIᑎERelease Date: January 30, 2026
Lyrics
Julian Kaine and his band begin their journey in Brasilia, leaving modern architecture behind for an epic trek North. They cross the vast plains of the Cerrado before reaching Belém, where the scents of the Ver-o-Peso market soak into their instruments. After an enchanting ferry crossing of the Amazon River, they disembark in Macapá, crossing the Equator at the Marco Zero monument. The road turns wild until Oiapoque, the gateway to France. Crossing the majestic Oyapock River Bridge, the team enters French Guiana. The journey concludes along the RN2, winding through lush jungle to finally reach the heights of Fort Cépérou, overlooking the colorful rooftops of Cayenne.
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© 2026 ᒍᑌᒪIᗩᑎ KᗩIᑎE. All Rights Reserved.
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(Verse 1)
I climb up the old red stone fort.
I look at ships inside the busy port.
The giant green trees move in the heat.
I find a bench and take a seat.
The market smells of spice and sweet fruit.
I walk around in my worn brown boot.
(Chorus)
Singing loud by the warm sea.
Living life and feeling so free.
Music flows like a gold stream.
Waking up from a long dream.
(Verse 2)
I see the square with many tall palms.
I feel the peace and very deep calms.
The houses have colors of bright yellow gold.
I hear the tales that are very old.
The big church stands under a blue sky.
I watch the birds that fly very high.
(Chorus)
Singing loud by the warm sea.
Living life and feeling so free.
Music flows like a gold stream.
Waking up from a long dream.
(Verse 3)
The water flows in the dark muddy river.
I feel a small and very cold shiver.
The jungle is near with a loud sound.
I keep my feet on the solid ground.
The coast is long with a grey sand.
I love the beauty of this wild land.
(Chorus)
Singing loud by the warm sea.
Living life and feeling so free.
Music flows like a gold stream.
Waking up from a long dream.
(Verse 4)
Three young men give papers on the beach.
They have a lesson that they must teach.
They show me every hidden and small place.
I see the joy on a friendly face.
I sleep tonight in a very cheap bed.
I play my songs for some white bread.
(Chorus)
Singing loud by the warm sea.
Living life and feeling so free.
Music flows like a gold stream.
Waking up from a long dream.
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© 2026 ᒍᑌᒪIᗩᑎ KᗩIᑎE. All Rights Reserved.
*******************************************
(Verse 1)
I climb up the old red stone fort.
I look at ships inside the busy port.
The giant green trees move in the heat.
I find a bench and take a seat.
The market smells of spice and sweet fruit.
I walk around in my worn brown boot.
(Chorus)
Singing loud by the warm sea.
Living life and feeling so free.
Music flows like a gold stream.
Waking up from a long dream.
(Verse 2)
I see the square with many tall palms.
I feel the peace and very deep calms.
The houses have colors of bright yellow gold.
I hear the tales that are very old.
The big church stands under a blue sky.
I watch the birds that fly very high.
(Chorus)
Singing loud by the warm sea.
Living life and feeling so free.
Music flows like a gold stream.
Waking up from a long dream.
(Verse 3)
The water flows in the dark muddy river.
I feel a small and very cold shiver.
The jungle is near with a loud sound.
I keep my feet on the solid ground.
The coast is long with a grey sand.
I love the beauty of this wild land.
(Chorus)
Singing loud by the warm sea.
Living life and feeling so free.
Music flows like a gold stream.
Waking up from a long dream.
(Verse 4)
Three young men give papers on the beach.
They have a lesson that they must teach.
They show me every hidden and small place.
I see the joy on a friendly face.
I sleep tonight in a very cheap bed.
I play my songs for some white bread.
(Chorus)
Singing loud by the warm sea.
Living life and feeling so free.
Music flows like a gold stream.
Waking up from a long dream.