Ecouter JAZZ RECORDER - Flauta Doce Jazz - Orfeu Negro BOSSA NOVA - IVAN MEYER
Paroles
The Jig Is Up (Jill Sobule)
If I had a lot of money
Id move to another country
Id disappear, not tell a soul, I'd change my name
Or maybe I'd go back to school
Major in something foolish
And I could do it cause I'd have a lot of money
Here I am holding on to childhood's dream
Sitting in my apple tree
Swaying as the branches tremble under me
The jig is up, it's all been played
The well is dry, the bed's been made
The jig is up, the jig is up
Maybe I could jump,
Jump off the Brooklyn Bridge
But I don't live in Brooklyn
And I don't know how to swim
Or I could find religion
go on some kind of mission
Feed the poor, and then I would go to heaven
if I believed in heaven
Here I am, holding on to childhood's dream
Standing on the balcony
Waiting for someone to come and rescue me
The jig is up, the dance is done
The record skips, the song's been sung
The troops have dwindled down to one
The jig is up
The jig is up, the sun has set
The train is wrecked, the sheets are wet
And like I said, the jig is up
Well I can't really disappear
Cause I dont have a lot of money
And I don't really think I wanna
go back to school
But maybe I'm just in a bad mood
And I need to change my attitude
And when I wake up tomorrow
I'll believe in heaven
Here I am, holding on to childhood's dream
Climbing down the apple tree
Waking as you pull the covers off of me
The jig is up
The jig is up, yes it's been tough
The punch is drunk, the shrink is shrunk
It's time to get the baby up
It's off to work let's start the car
We'll turn it over in its grave
And start again its soul to save
The jig is up but so what
We'll fill again this empty cup
The jig is up, the point's been made
Elvis has just left the stage
The story needs another twist
And I have had enough of this
One Summer Last Fall (Jets To Brazil)
kid i held you with these arms that felt so hard
you kept your chin up and i held my guard
made a prison bed from a life i never led
let me correct these mistakes you delight in
God i hope i get it right ive been practicing tonight
kid i hope it holds soime fraction of its feeling
if you keep believing then ill keep on being
a ghost in his prison bed short sheeted and shook dead
looking at love he still hasnt made yet
that i couldnt make to you baby, i can barely move
kid you were wrong that wasnt me in that song
you write the lie youd like to be
when your life feels like a book you wouldnt read
kid ive lived through others i made myself so mall
i lived through a record one summer last fall
the singer said something i could only feel
i saw him this morning he still looked real real
God i need him here tonight
i just know hed get this right
kid im a mess
if it looked good youre seeing things i guess
i changed my mind so many times im a strobe light
flickering freak. the baby of the week
im starting to see someone i could never be
kid what went wrong? we had it all now its all gone
i blew my mind out now its your turn to find out
what we all need
what we all mean
im starting to see someone i dont want to be
Angelitos Negros (Nana Mouskouri)
Pintor nacido en mi tierra,
Con el pincel extranjero,
Pintor que sigues el rumbo,
De tantos pintores viejos.
Siempre que pintas iglesias,
Pintas angelitos bellos,
Pero nunca te acordaste,
De pintar un ángel negro.
Pintor si pintas con amor,
¿por qué desprecias su color,
Si sabes que en el cielo,
También los quiere dios?
Pintor de santos de alcoba,
Si tienes alma en el cuerpo,
¿por qué al pintar en tus cuadros,
Te olvidaste de los negros?
Aunque la virgen sea blanca
Píntame angelitos negros,
Que también se van al cielo,
Todos los negritos buenos.
Coll-Edge (Good Clean Fun)
Someday you will look back with fear
On all the time that you weren't here
And at that moment
You’ll wish you hadn’t spent
All your book money on beer
Your friends are high, your grades are low
Couldn’t shake a stick at what you know
But when it comes to blood alcohol
You get a 4.0
Your eyes are red
Your lungs are black (you've got the colledge)
Stabbed us all right in the back (you've lost the edge)
How could you sell out like that (I'll never know)
Try to fit in with everyone
If you don’t drink in the dorms
Then you’re no fun
You swore true til death
But you’re still young
Not even true til twenty-one
When you went to school
I learned for sure
If you aren’t now you never were
And if you have a single conviction
You don’t know what it’s for
Your eyes are red
Your lungs are black
Stabbed us all right in the back
How could you sell out like that
To see the bands you never go
You don’t support the bands
You used to know
Here’s a hint in case you’re slow
Lollapalooza is not a show
You lost the edge
and that’s not the worst
The sad thing is you’re not the first
Our friendship’s done, it really hurts
But maybe I could have
All of your old shirts
Your Wide Awake record
and Chung King too
They can’t be worth that much to you
Maybe this is not so bad
Because now i own
all the things you had
More friends of mine could start to drink
I could use a new X-watch I think.
You swore you’d be edge to eternity
But now you're pledging a fraternity
Your eyes are red
Your lungs are black
Stabbed us all right in the back
How could you sell out like that
Al'z A-B-Cee'z (3rd Bass)
[Alan]
A-B-C-D-E
(Wait, Alan,
may I interest you in coming over to the Giggenbush wit me?)
No no no, dis is my spot
Don't try and steal my spot
A - A is for the atrocious acts that YOU abominated and committed
A is also for ass, ate nine, eight seven and six
B B B
B is for your belligerent bitchy bottomous state of affairs bad bwoy
C is for the cantankerous condition of your character
You have no cutout
D is for the downright dastardly deeds that YOU do, dummy
Despite your degradations, +Dialect+ distributed by disc
$12.95 for record and $10.95 for tape
E - E is for the everlasting thorn in my flesh
F is for flesh itself - fuck you!
G - Get out my house
H - Homer
I - Idiot
J - Jackoff
King, King K
Alan King of MY castle
L is for the locquacious letter I'm about to lacerate your fatass wit
M - my, my, my, my, my son
Alan are you mad? The question is no
N - N is for New York City
O - oh O, oh no
You mean O oppression? Ostrich-sized oppression
P - the plague that plagued our family name bitch!
Q - quote
Don't you question your quacky quagmire within your intelligence quotient?
Unquote
R R, R - you mean R R, are you ready?
Rash ravager, rudeness, unruly rambunctious rickety
rough, rest {*snores*} resume
S - shitty, savage sacred - YOU SUCKER
T T T - you wan tea bwoy? Wake up and smell da coffee!
U - you will never understand
V - vamoose, you vicious vermin
W W {*crying*} W is for the tears.. you make me wept
X, X - X amount of times I tell you
you could have gone to Xavier to study the xylophone
Y? I don't know
Z is for zany, picture perfect like Zenith
Z is for zoom, OK, clock Z's
Truth Hides (Asian Dub Foundation)
Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones
At the end of a disconnected phone
Truth hides down an unmarked street
Buried deep beneath your feet
Truth hides in people written out of history
Black leaders and inventors whose names
remain a mystery
Great women recorded on ripped out pages
Obliterated wisdom, covered up faces
Truth is lost in the mists of eMpTy Vision,
And found in the notebooks of those
wrongfully imprisoned,
And in the evidence that was never brought to trial,
But not in the void behind the newsreaders' smile.
Truth hides whenever we lose our focus
Slips out the back, quickly replaced by the bogus,
Fleeing soundbites disguised as facts
That reappear in the small print on every contract
Truth hides on the other side of a two-way mirror
In countless documents sent straight to the shredder
That might finally give us the whole of the picture
But until the day we decide to dig a little deeper
We know that truth will hide
Under fallen rocks and stones
At the end of a disconnected phone
Down an unmarked street
And buried deep beneath your feet
CHORUS
Truth it a hide under rocks and stones
At the end of your line
Down an unmarked street
Truth it a hide under rocks and stones
At the end of your line...
The Notion (Fm Static)
She knows that I'm waiting by the door.
I know that she's trying to cover up
Staring at the floor.
Let's Go! Don't say maybe.
Forget everyone around
Let's get together and get down.
I know it sounds crazy 1, 2, 3 times a lady
Oh no, I've got the notion.
Let's get together
And start the commotion.
Round and round till everyone stops
'Till the next needle on the record player drops.
It's almost time to say our goodbyes
And get home tonight.
Let's do it up one more time.
Show these people what we had in mind.
Let's Go! Don't say maybe.
Forget everyone around
Let's get together and get down.
I know it sounds crazy 1, 2, 3 times a lady
Oh no, I've got the notion.
Let's get together
And start the commotion.
Round and round till everyone stops
'Till the next needle on the record player drops.
(three times)
New Way, New Life (Asian Dub Foundation)
Every sunday morning in front of the tv
Recording with a microphone naya zindagi
Pioneer gurdas maan
Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
Kept our parents alive
Gave them the will to survive
Working inna de factories
Sometimes sweeping de floor
Unsung heroines an heroes
Yes they open de door
They came a long time ago
But now it seems we've arrived
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
New way new life
Stayed an we fought an now de future?s open wide
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya zindagi!
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
Tjinder pon de radio
Dis is england's new voice
Censorship for years
But now dem have no choice
Running thru de playground
We could never have known
Dat in de future
Our role models would be home grown
And now we're walking down de street
Wid a brand new pride
A spring inna de step
Wid our heads held high
Young asian brothers an sisters
Moving forward, side by side
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
New way new life
Our opportunity will no longer be denied
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
And we're supposed to be cool
Inna de dance our riddims rule
But we knew it all along
Cos our parents made us strong
Never abandoned our culture
Just been moving it along
Technology our tradition
Innovation inna the song
Now de struggle continues
To reverse every wrong
New heroines and heroes
Inna de battle we belong
When we reach de glass ceiling
We will blow it sky high
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
New way new life
Stayed an we fought an now de future's open wide
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya zindagi!
New way new life
Naya zindagi! naya jeevan
One, Four, Five (The Cat Empire)
Listen doctor I have pain
that grows inside myself
shelf me please
I just can't ease the pain
I need some drugs to help
ah pollution fills my lungs
and convolution fills my mind
ah my legs do ache
I contemplate
that living's less than fine
my spine does tingle
when I think of being
freed from this curse
but what is worse I feel
life is a bubble
blown until it's burst
oh doctor I am desperate
to get rid of this feeling
oh doctor I am desperate
for some good soul healing
The doctor turned and gave a grin
and reached into his bag
but instead of an injection
got a record with a tag
that said listen to this daily
with hip shaking and such things
then he puts the record in
grabs a mic and starts to sing
you need some
One four five
to make you high to make you high
to make you high to make you high
when heaven falling from the sky
to make you high to make you high
Doctor I am feeling better
what was that you sang
did you write it or recite it
or just steal it from a band
ah my bones are feeling stronger
and my spirit's feeling fresh
ah that dose of 145 has put the life
back in my breath
yes yes yes' the doctor said
then he sat me down and say
young man don't think I wrote
these chords they're written in
your brain'
and when you hear them
there's a shakedown that begins within
the mind
cos these three chords make people
feeling better all the time ah
they keep repeating
like a scratch on a cd
but it's quality cos these three harmonies
breed positivity
protecting against insanity
of modern insecurities
believe me when I tell you
all you need is to be hearing all that
One four five
to make you high to make you high
to make you high to make you high
when they said what and you said why
to make you high to make you high
The doctor turned and gave a grin
and reached into his bag
but instead of an injection
got a record with a tag
that said listen to this daily
with hip shaking and such things
then he puts the record in
grabs a mic and starts to sing
you need some
One four five
to make you high to make you high
when you could not count to pi
when you're told you can't fly
to make you high to make you high
times like these you need some
One four five .... hhhuuummnn
Cigam Kcalb (Dark Lotus)
Reverse Messages:
"Wizards, Witchdoctors, Sorcerers, Black Magic!"
"God bless Mike E Clark, ICP, Twiztid, and most of all, all you juggalos and everyone at Psychopathic Records, and even you!"
"The sixth jokers card will be followed, followed by the end of time itself! It will consume us all!"
Verse 1:
Hooragoon
Feed the rats
Hooracool
Scare the cats
Meckle heckle, lucifer,
Heckle meckle, crucifer,
Meditate
Body weight
Humiliate
Castrate,
Contemplate
Hate
Decapitate
Segregate,
Poison
Venom
Vixen
Pleasure
Vortex
Vomit
Vulture
Treasure
Hex of fire
Hex of pain
Hex of losses
Hell will gain,
Blood of children
Blood of pig
Dig solomon dig dig
Dig your grave
Be my slave
Alot of wicked spirits rave
chorus:
Blackest magic, leave my soul, give my angels all control
Blackest magic, let me be, keep your black tounge off of me
Blackest magic, drop your chain, may you never speak my name
Blackest magic, watch you cower, bite your tongue and holy power
Why? why? when people witness magic, they'll ignore it and say it never happened
Only thing they'll beleive is whats tragic, god throws it nobody wanna catch it...
Verse 2:
I go east, you go west, and the moon follows both of us, (it's magic, magic)
Pyramids, circle crops, hunded tonne stone hedge crops, (it's magic, magic)
Volanic lava, earthquakes, weather causes aches, (its magic, magic)
Music love, the unseen drug, fucking lightning bugs, (it's magic, magic)
Hypnosis, ESP, mental telepathy, (it's magic, magic)
Amityville, northern lights, blood red moon lit nights, (it's magic, magic)
Rings of saturn, the black hole, mind over body controll, (it's magic, magic)
Exorcisms, Mary's cryin', unknown objects flyin' (it's magic, magic)
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
Frozen fire
Call me down
Frozen fire
Show me around,
Candle wax drip like tears
Roll over one thousand years
Monkey blood
Sweet and hot
Take me to my spot, kay
Wait, devil has my tounge,
Heaven's bells have now rung
(Reverse Message)
Verse 4:
Blood of children
Blood of pig
Dig solomon dig dig
Dig your grave
Be my slave
Let the holy spirits rave
(Chorus)
(Reverse Message)
(Chorus Repeats Until Song Ends)
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