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Ecouter Sherihan cherihane the superstar


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Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand (Primitive Radio Gods)

Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon Street

We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job

Do do do do doo do

Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do as prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?

Do do do do doo do x 2

A life is time, they teach us growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself on zebra flesh

I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
Ever since the day we met

(repeat)

TY JONATHAN DOWN (Videodrone)

(Videodrone/Jonathan Davis)

Fifteen pure and clean, innocent
Lost sheep secrets I keep under lock and key
Someone help me

So look at me you're like a superstar
I can impress your mind I swallow
Sorry sorry
I'm so scared so I try
I confide in nothing I just hide

Lips meet sickness repeats all over again
Upset forget we met want to wish it away
Only if I could

So look at me you're like a superstar
I can impress your mind I swallow
Sorry sorry
I'm so scared so I try
I confide in nothing I just hide

Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better forgotten
Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better forgotten

No one will ever understand me
No one to hold my hand

I got you, I hold you
I take you on one hell of a ride
I'll break you, I'll make you
In your head you can't hide

Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better forgotten
Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better forgotten

Ty Johnathan Down (Videodrone)

Fifteen pure and clean, innocent
Lost sheep secrets I keep under lock and key
Someone help me

So look at me you're like a superstar
I can impress your mind I swallow
Sorry sorry
I'm so scared so I try
I confide in nothing I just hide

Lips meet sickness repeats all over again
Upset forget we met want to wish it away
Only if I could

So look at me you're like a superstar
I can impress your mind I swallow
Sorry sorry
I'm so scared so I try
I confide in nothing I just hide

Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better forgotten
Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better forgotten

No one will ever understand me
No one to hold my hand

I got you, I hold you
I take you on one hell of a ride
I'll break you, I'll make you
In your head you can't hide

Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better forgotten
Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better forgotten

I Only Want To Say (Gethsemane) (Jesus Christ Superstar)

Jesus
I only want to say
If there is a way
Take this cup away from me
For I don't want to taste its poison
Feel it burn me,
I have changed I'm not as sure
As when we started
Then I was inspired
Now I'm sad and tired
Listen surely I've exceeded
Expectations
Tried for three years
Seems like thirty
Could you ask as much
From any other man?

But if I die
See the saga through
And do the things you ask of me
Let them hate me, hit me, hurt me
Nail me to their tree
I'd want to know
I'd want to know my God
I'd want to know
I'd want to know my God
I'd want to see
I'd want to see my God
I'd want to see
I'd want to see my God
Why I should die
Would I be more noticed
Than I ever was before?
Would the things I've said and done
Matter any more?
I'd have to know
I'd have to know my Lord
I'd have to know
I'd have to know my Lord
I'd have to see
I'd have to see my Lord
I'd have to see
I'd have to see my Lord

If I die what will be my reward?
If I die what will be my reward?
I'd have to know
I'd have to know my Lord
I'd have to know
I'd have to know my Lord

Why, why should I die?
Oh, why should I die?
Can you show me now
That I would not be killed in vain?
Show me just a little
Of your omnipresent brain
Show me there's a reason
For your wanting me to die
You're far too keen on where and how
But not so hot on why
Alright I'll die!
Just watch me die!
See how, see how I die!
Oh, just watch me die!

Then I was inspired
Now I'm sad and tired
After all I've tried for three years
Seems like ninety
Why then am I scared
To finish what I started
What you started
I didn't start it
God thy will is hard
But you hold every card
I will drink your cup of poison
Nail me to your cross and break me
Bleed me, beat me
Kill me, take me now
Before I change my mind

Mouthing Off (Ludacris Featuring 4-Ize)

[Ludacris]
Look, when it all comes down to it...
we ain't have shit
its word of mouth

[Ludacris]
Ludacris, 4-ize, its like dis
I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
then give you a $80 dolla certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but da crust
So you can feel what its like with instinct but no guts
A sack wit no nutts or
A mack wit no sluts
Give me a full-body **, I still can't be touched
They call me Seymour Butts
Cause I get more**than most
they say next and got dat butta love and get too close
Follow da leader cause I'm meaner than
Abdulablugata
My trials of more quest than midnight Marauders
its all Pina Coladas
No cops and robbaz
Takin' trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas
I hump more than Llamas
Get rolled more than tires
If you say I'm not nice, than you a motha**in' liar
entitled to your Opini-um
into the next millenium
So many major coins that I thought I had a Millio-um

[4-Ize]
Yo, I am going to blow up the earth
with my few dirty ???
explosive space modulator
Buda, we praise you, meditatior
Drop squad interrogator
85 percent regulator
the Educator
and the Almighty Creator
Dedicator
The seperator, of fiction
I start friction
smoking hay without the crucial confliction
4-Ize prescription
Microphone, Jackie Stallone
Psychic Prediction
Egytian describition
of my psychical, my flesh is weak and its pitiful
Spiritiual is hooked up to da Invisibile
Umbilical Cord of my Lord
Kumbiya Devine ???
Remove paper of tar from every cigar
I slap authority like the boy Ja Ja
Half Allah, Half Anti-christ superstar
Rockin da microphone wit a hand like Mr. Claw
While I'm hitting Three...
Harder than Sonny Bono
Double Dragon mixed up within a Volvo
I kill villians in Slow Mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo
Got nothing to lose like I'mma Boxcar hobo
When I get Ludacris with bridges on da promo
Niggaz wanna clown, I'm homie and Bozo
Cause in the grandprize game my life is callin like Dojo
the name sticks like ???
I keep it reala than alien autopsy photo
You similiar to a Spice Girl going solo
You lost like ???
or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
??? Promos
Virgo, bust**like a motha**in' Homo
Como.. Estes?
Tony Del Negro
Built to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos
Lego my Eggo cause I say so
Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
Manifested, Elevated, I uplifted
The Elevator, the esclator, Thats not a knife
Thats a knife
Pocket out and leave the Alligator
Wrestler
Cause I hustle Ya
Unda da china
Big Trouble, Little Sewer but I still find ya
Cause I'm thinking
Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my third eye is blinky

Superstar Punani (Sublime)

So tell me if you really wanna be a superstar
But fiesta on the mike and will surely take you far
You made that drop on the 24 tracks
We mix it all down then we put on wax
Beginning is hyped when you playin in the bars
A bottomless pit where you make loose and far
Take away your privacy and take your guitar
Then take your woman and impound your car
My beginning of wisdom I won't take you too far
First you gotta sell your soul to be a superstar
Baby if you got it forget about that
Your money don't concern you that's a natural fact
Shut up your mouth before you get knocked down
We're gonna listen to your voice upon the speaker box
First you get a manager but what does he do
I'll be the first to tell you baby that I don't have a clue
We're gunna make a phony image for the MTV
Hear it on the radio say damn that's me
Whenever I get over on a 3 peice hog
Jesus and her mom are gonna break your arm
Put your**in the john to be a superstar
I realize sometimes I feel old design
Oh your reknown position and you just can't hide
Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff
All over the world you gotta take that trip
And then you never thought you'd see the day you'd act like this
Your rep is getting bigger than a B-52
And then it goes around the world before it gets back to you
Hey our love has started can you believe
Before your eyes this shit just come back to me
Oh my God I take a rest on the side
So long so long so long so long I'll see ya
Oh my God if I'd a let my own
I'd take it turn around and place it home
I realize sometimes I feel old design
Oh your reknown position and you just can't hide
Woah it's the position
I just can't hide
Bo
Whatcha want whatcha need
Give it a bunch of mine and you just can't miss
Your love feels like this
Some people love get your shit like this
Well if you love wad up your love punani punani
Woah if you love me punani punani
Oh my God
Free yeah free oh oh oh hey
Want the dogs? Let em go. Let em

Angel With The Scabbed Wings (Marilyn Manson)

he is the angel with the scabbed wings

hard drug face want to powder his nose

he will deflower the freshest crop

dry up all the wounds with his rock and roll sores

dead

is what he is he does what he please

the things that he has you'll never want to see

what you're never gonna be now

sketch a little keyhole for looking glass people

you don't want to see him

you only want to be him

mommy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow

man can't always reap what he sow

"he is the maker"

(he is the taker)

"he is the saviour"

(he is the raper)

(verse 2)

(chorus)

get back you're never gonna leave him

get back you're always gonna please him

Alcoholocaust (Machine Head)

As I fall,
???????????? ?????????
Drunken through vodka...
As I fall,
???????????? ?????????
Drunken through vodka & cola
Chard's of glass burning the back of my head
As I turn red
All out war
Each one get on the floor
Red so hot
Follow the middle son
Concrete jump
Makes a boy look like a drunken...grrrr..ass!
Everytime I cross the line, I,
Go, just leave me alone,
I'll get by on my own,
This whole world is our's,
So let's take it.
Sc**the plate
Trust you a little bit
Face so **ed.....
Sc**the plate,
Trust you a little bit,
Face so **ed, blow out your leg, Yeah
Spinning Lies,
Make the man feel like he can't meet a superstar.
Take a hit,
Let the burn flow over you,
Flow excell,
Expand inside of you,
Cut your throat,
That'll be crazy now....
HA HA!
Everytime I cross the line, I,
Go, just leave me alone,
I'll get by on my own,
This whole world is our's,
So let's take it.
Gargled lyrics
Everytime I cross the line
I push the boundaries out a little...
Go, just leave me alone,
(Everytime I cross the line)
I'll get by on my own,
(I push the boundaries out a little)
This whole world is our's,
So let's take it.

Blue Flower (Mazzy Star)

Waitin' for a sign from you
Waitin' for a signal to change
Have you forgotten what your love can do?
Is this the end?

Walkin' through the city
Your boots are high-hilled and are shinin' bright
The sun was sparklin' on the shaft of your knife
Flower in the morning rain
Dying in my hand

Was it all in vain?
Superstar in your own private movie
I wanted just a minor part
But I'm no fool
I know you're cool
I never really wanted your heart

Your feet rough heat
Nothing seems to bring you down
It's not that cool when I'm around
Flower in the morning rain
Dying in my hand

Was it all in vain?
Superstar in your own bright movie
I wanted just a minor part
But I'm no fool
I know you're cool
I never really wanted your heart

Piece Of Candy (58)

Candy's nineteen, she goes to college in Kansas
She don't care about football or fraternity dances
Don't care about her classes or the bad marks she gets
Spends all her time on the internet
Money's tight yeah she' on an allowance
So she bought a little camera put it up in the shower
Logged on to see you/see me and there it was

Everybody wants a piece of Candy
Everybody wants a piece of Candy now
Demand was so high she got six more cameras
Now you got Candy from every angle
Painting her nails on the edge of her bed
And fakin' with her boyfriend when he's givin' her head yeah
A thousand hits a day, she didn't know who her fans are
A few short weeks and she's a chat room superstar
Old men loggin' hard and fast
Just to get a little peek at Candy's --

Money rolled in, it was good for a while
Then it got kinda freaky you know
Crampin' her style
Everybody stared when she's out on the street
Then her boyfriend split 'cause he couldn't take the heat
She started finding wierd shit left in her mailbox
Little Barbie dolls with their little Barbie heads cut off
Too much too soon - but there it was

Everybody wants a piece of Candy now

Pretty soon the freaks they're all tryin' to find her
They're not just fans man, they're subscribers
They hid in her bushes and out at her fence
Tryin' to get a little piece of Candy in the flesh
Lock the doors and black the windows
Take down the cameras and put 'em where the trash goes
A little late that she figured it out
Candy starved to death 'cause
She wouldn't leave the house

Everybody wants a piece of Candy
Everybody wants a piece of Candy now


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