dosetwo.vox.comfeaturing Tatsuro MillerVERSE 1You got that cotton candy sweetness, And thats only your smile ma, dont get me started on your sweet lips,See, its not on a regular basis that my heart skips like how this bass does,I know youre sick with boys with popped collar Polos,How you rather rock Nikes over Manolos,Where Sayla goes, Saylas entourage follow,But tonight Im alone and I heard youre riding solo,You wanna try? We could seek the lightWe could ride night and rock the night right likeJigga Beyonce have sushi with sake then sip a little wine in La Bodegas in Telawi,Hey, so let me know, no rush,But I think youre down to ride cause youre starting to blush,You blossom up my autumn and spring summer in,And on a summer like this, you can hear my heart sing. It goesCHORUSWhat it do baby, can I have a little bit of your time?What it do what it do ma, why you alone all caught up in your rumah?If you cool baby, how bout you and I take a ride tonight?Maybe you and I could use a little more time, get to know each other better.And just cruise. We keep it smoothy cool.And just cruise. We keep it smoothy cool.And just cruise. We keep it smoothy cool, and if you start to melt, we could chill by my pool.VERSE 2All Im asking is an evening, to show you the meaning of the life that Im leading,Take your hand, take your worries, take it easy,Take a chance Ill turn your lifestyle breezy,No hanky panky Im a gentlemanly poet, I can see it in your eyes ma, you notice and you know it,If you cool, lets choose oblivion,A boulevard a love, we could get it on,Like a work of Picasso, I appreciate you,Cleopatras back yo and youre so tasteful,And people be telling me love is blind,But believe me sweetie you look like love tonight.Now I believe in kharma, Im a goody doer,Im not the type of guy that Lauryn raps about in Doo Wop,Ive been looking for a girl that aint digging on my moola,And I think youre kinda cool if you cruise thats cooler!VERSE 3So right after the ride, she gave me a wink,Says the weekend is coming she not doing anything,Her folks are away and her crib be empty,And she really wanna show me how she can rap WhoopsieSyke, am I dreaming? Its so surreal,She says I like you Sayla you got mass appealBut I like Trix a little better, thats who you are right?drop by and lets cruise again this Saturday nightIm like.Aight
I watch the sky turn black to blushHead still spinning from the rushOf all the things I did the night beforeAnd looking down from my hotelThese dawn-lit streets begin to fillWith memories of you and IOn a New York City nightI shake my head to clear the soundsThe traffic horns, the growing crowdThe sun awaking over central parkBut still it creeps beneath my skinAll of these heartbeats in the dinWith concrete dreams stirring to lifeOn a New York City nightAnd I take it with me when I leaveThe crowded skyline, the energyThe sleepless city always leaves its markJust close my eyes and Im back againThe neon flush upon our skinStill wrapped in thoughts of love and wineOn a New York City night http://bestrancelyrics.wordpress.com/
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,The bride had consented, the gallant came late:For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) "O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?""I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; -- Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide -- And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."The bride kiss'd the goblet: the knight took it up,He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup.She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, -- "Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.So stately his form, and so lovely her face,That never a hall such a gailiard did grace;While her mother did fret, and her father did fumeAnd the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;And the bride-maidens whisper'd, "'twere better by farTo have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near;So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,So light to the saddle before her he sprung!"She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? Sir Walter Scott AudioProductions 1990all rights reserved
"What good is sitting alone In your room?Come hear the music play.Life is a Cabaret, old chum,Come to the Cabaret.Put down the knitting, The book and the broom.It's time for a holiday.Life is a Cabaret, old chumCome to the Cabaret.Come taste the wine, Come hear the band.Come blow a horn, Start celebrating;Right this way, Your table's waiting.What good's permitting Some prophet of doomTo wipe every smile away.Life is a Cabaret, old chum,So Come to the Cabaret!I used to have a girlfriend Known as Elsie,With whom I shared A four sordid rooms in ChelseaShe wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower...As a matter of fact she rented by the hour.The day she died the neighbors Came to snicker:"Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquor."But when I saw her laid out like a Queen,She was the happiest... corpse... I'd ever seen.I think of Elsie to this very day.I remember how she'd turn to me and say:"What good is sitting all alone in you room?Come hear the music play.Life is a Cabaret, old chum,Come to the Cabaret.And as for me, And as for me,I made my mind up, back in Chelsea,When I go, I'm going like Elsie.Start by admitting, From cradle to tombIt isn't that a long a stay.Life is a Cabaret, old chum,It's only a Cabaret, old chumAnd I love a Cabaret.
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Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine this morning. Definite. Reimbursed.He waits a moment, he designs his reign,That no performance may be plain or vain.Then rises in a clear delirium.He sheds, with his pajamas, shabby days.And his desertedness, his intricate fear, thePostponed resentments and the prim precautions.Now, at his bath, would you deny him lavenderOr take away the power of his pine?What smelly substitute, heady as wine,Would you provide? life must be aromatic.There must be scent, somehow there must be some.Would you have flowers in his life? suggestAsters? a Really Good geranium?A white carnation? would you prescribe a ShowWith the cold lilies, formal chrysanthemumMagnificence, poinsettias, and emphaticRed of prize roses? might his happiestAlternative (you muse) be, after all,A bit of gentle garden in the bestOf taste and straight tradition? Maybe so.But you forget, or did you ever know,His heritage of cabbage and pigtails,Old intimacy with alleys, garbage pails,Down in the deep (but always beautiful) SouthWhere roses blush their blithest (it is said)And sweet magnolias put Chanel to shame.No! He has not a flower to his name.Except a feather one, for his lapel.Apart from that, if he should think of flowersIt is in terms of dandelions or death.Ah, there is little hope. You might as well—Unless you care to set the world a-boilAnd do a lot of equalizing things,Remove a little ermine, say, from kings,Shake hands with paupers and appoint them men,For instance—certainly you might as wellLeave him his lotion, lavender and oil.Let us proceed. Let us inspect, togetherWith his meticulous and serious love,The innards of this closet. Which is a vaultWhose glory is not diamonds, not pearls,Not silver plate with just enough dull shine.But wonder-suits in yellow and in wine,Sarcastic green and zebra-striped cobalt.With shoulder padding that is wideAnd cocky and determined as his pride;Ballooning pants that taper off to endsScheduled to choke precisely. Here are hatsLike bright umbrellas; and hysterical tiesLike narrow banners for some gathering war.People are so in need, in need of help.People want so much that they do not know.Below the tinkling trade of little coinsThe gold impulse not possible to showOr spend. Promise piled over and betrayed.These kneaded limbs receive the kiss of silk.Then they receive the brave and beautifulEmbrace of some of that equivocal wool.He looks into his mirror, loves himself—The neat curve here; the angularityThat is appropriate at just its place;The technique of a variegated grace.Here is all his sculpture and his artAnd all his architectural design.Perhaps you would prefer to this a fineValue of marble, complicated stone.Would have him think with horror of baroque,Rococo. You forget and you forget.He dances down the hotel steps that keepRemnants of last nights high life and distress.As spat-out purchased kisses and spilled beer.He swallows sunshine with a secret yelp.Passes to coffee and a roll or two.Has breakfasted. Out. Sounds about him smear,Become a unit. He hears and does not hear
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Helmut Lotti - Cabaret 2008What good is sitting alone in your room?Come hear the music play.Life is a Cabaret, old chum,Come to the Cabaret.Put down the knitting,The book and the broom.Time for a holiday.Life is Cabaret, old chum,Come to the Cabaret.Come taste the wine,Come hear the band.Come blow your horn,Start celebrating;Right this way,Your table's waitingNo use permittingsoem prophet of doomTo wipe every smile away.Come hear the music play.Life is a Cabaret, old chum,Come to the Cabaret!I used to have a girlfriendknown as ElsieWith whom I sharedFour sordid rooms in ChelseaShe wasn't what you'd callA blushing flowerAs a matter of factShe rented by the hour.The day she died the neighborscame to snicker:"Well, thats what comesfrom to much pills and liquor."But when I saw her laid out like a QueenShe was the happiest corpseI'd ever seen.I think of Elsie to this very day.I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:"What good is sitting alone in your room?Come hear the music play.Life is a Cabaret, old chum,Come to the Cabaret."And as for me And as for meI made up my mind back in Chelsea,When I go, I'm going like Elsie.Start by admittingFrom cradle to tombIt isn't that long a stay.Life is a Cabaret, old chum,Only a Cabaret, old chum,And I love a Cabaret!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Amazing artist, beautiful song, but unfortunately not mine.------------------------- ---------------Antje Duvekot - Opium You are a rollercoasterYou make the ladies weakYou are a rocketshipCome from another galaxyYeah, you are pure desireLike a candy bar at a fat campIf I cannot have you nowI will wither like a weedYou are a glass of fine wineWith a four star dishYou are a little detourMake me shake like a jellyfishYou could do my laundryWon't you make me cum?You are like opiumYou look like a centaurRiding on that bikeRock star, with your guitarPlay me the soundtrack to my lifeAnd tell me a story, I don't care if it is trueI only wanna see your lips moveIf I were a country I'd let you explore meYou could draw a mapThen show me all my peaksIf I were a car I would let you repair meAnd jump start my batteryYou have the sweetest eyes I've ever seenI would offer you a permanent position in my dreamsAnd it's not that I'm easily swept off my feetBut you are like ecstacyYou are a roller coasterYou make the ladies weakYou are a rocketshipCome from another galaxyYou are a hurricaneWalking down that laneOh, you make a woman blush, boyWhen you look at her that wayCause you are like opiumYeah, you are like opium
Featuring: Starkillers, Austin Leeds & Ashley Tomberlin.-- DISCLAIMER --I do not own this song nor am I the artist or the owner/creator of any label it was release on, this video was created & uploaded for entertainment purposes only.- LYRICS - I watch the sky turn black to blushHead still spinning from the rushOf all the things I did the night beforeAnd looking down from my hotelThese dawn-lit streets begin to fillWith memories of you and IOn a New York City nightOn a New York City nightI shake my head to clear the soundsThe traffic horns, the gowing crowdFind More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.comThe sun awaking over Central ParkBut still it creeps beneath my skinAll of these heartbeats begin to dinWith concrete dreams stirring to lifeOn a New York City nightJust close my eyes and I'm back againThe neon flush upon our skinstill wrapped in thoughts of love and wineOn a New York City night
These people could be any one of us...Lyrics for "Is This Where You Live"performed by The ChurchOceanic lights are cleverly dimBluish features in the lower reachesWe raise out traffic flares to himFishnet, girlish the red ones sparkHoly arcs tracked in the darkThe more I see the less I lookHere's another name I tookListen! In the early morning airThe remnants of their evening wearBranching off, the road winds eastDeluxe locations just near completionCome dine with wine and oyster feastThe pearls are real, have one for freeThey're washed up by the foam waved seaThe more I look the less I smileNever mind let's stay awhileThe fans blow secrets on the nightOut of mind but not out of sightIs this where you liveBroken voices the nylon choirNothing left to stoke that fireAll they own is on their tonguesThey never see or wonder ifIs this where you liveThin dog's don't vie for bonesWhy desert just to be aloneAll they own is on their backsThey can't believe it's you I'm withIs this where you liveDon't blush as I brush your touchNo need for any speed or rushAll you own is on the floorI'm buying all you're gonna giveIs this where you liveCoffee stories the lying truthElectric lights don't help my youthAll I owned is on my faceUrbane mirror anger mythIs this where you live(The poem at the end was written by my husband)Down, Not OutA bowl of soup before himHe contemplates the feed,His face is not familiar,Although it's clear he needs.One of many desperate souls,Lining up each day,Quietly they shuffle on,Walking with a sway.Living in the angry streets,Sleeping on a bench,Sun will always warm you,Rain will always drench.People rushing past them,Eyes they'll never see,Wonder which one's thinking,Glad it isn't me.
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http://www.badderbuddy.comPost Comments[Chingy]Oh, oh, oh, uhOh, oh, oh, uhOh, oh, oh, uhOh, ohWho am I?[Hook 2X: Chingy + (Girl)][Chingy] What's up?(Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno(Is it because you've been smoking and drinking?)Maybe so(I've been thinking) huh?(Maybe you come get me) and do what?Wine me, dine me, take me home and eat meOkay[Record scratches at end of hook][Verse 1: Chingy]Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spotLadies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac dropRag top on the jag drop, uhPhat stop you know that's hot, huhMack spinnin wit the piece in my pocketPeople hop out, I'm releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw)For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topicLet the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I getOnce my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch itVokal, yeah I rock itStep in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop itI threw the key to the city, since I locked itGirl I don't want no brain, give me a pop quizI get multiple choice head, derty watch this[Hook - 2X][Verse 2: Chingy]They tell me what you tell me, you ain't gotta be in a rushErrything I do is top secret, that's on the hush (shhhh)Cat handlin hard in the city, makin women blushFrom 314 to 617, gotta give it upTreat my women like a structure, workers work the streetsTwerk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feetHurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all nightHearr the slots ring all nightBut if you try to get at the drama, I'll bring all nightWe keep Atlanta throwin bowsAnd New Orleans, we got the thugs showin goldsTake it to New York, and party at Madison SquarreWe'll hit Cali and smash a model chick wit long hairrNo hatin on my part, let the ceremony startCrowd around us sumthin new, sittin on top of the ArchSTL, where I dwell, Northside of the streetsThey keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uh[Hook - 2X][Verse 3: Chingy]Uh, I got tired of being broke dogg (fa sho)Ice Sleeve won't you pass me some smoke doggCan I come up without jealousy?"You ain't gon make it", what they tellin meSo I showed them, it ain't that hardCan't play me, cuz I ain't got a whole cardGot Lee way in my hometown (STL)No mo' jokin cuz it's on nowWho gon' stop, me not a soulStrap, in, now, let's, rollKeep it, real, what-eva I doGot's up Keith, comin from USquash that, mind ya own, beatsThere's a new ching, in the streetsWatch ya step, or I'll ruin ya repNow let's "get it" like Puff and G-Dep[Hook - 2X][Chingy]Oh, oh, oh, uhOh, oh, oh, uhOh, oh, oh, uhOh, ohWho am I?
if u want free stuff, den dis is the syt for u; http://www.rewards1.com/index. hp?referrer_id=298441Chingy - Jackpot Lyrics :[Robotic voice]This is another Trak Star production[Record scratching][Chingy]Oh, oh, oh, uhOh, oh, oh, uhOh, oh, oh, uhOh, ohWho am I?[Hook 2X: Chingy + (Girl)][Chingy] What's up?(Why yo eyes so chinky?) I dunno(Is it because you've been smoking and drinking?)Maybe so(I've been thinking) huh?(Maybe you come get me) and do what?Wine me, dine me, take me home and eat meOkay[Record scratches at end of hook][Verse 1: Chingy]Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spotLadies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac dropRag top on the jag drop, uhPhat stop you know that's hot, huhMack spinnin wit the piece in my pocketPeople hop out, I'm releasin a rocket (bloaw bloaw)For a piece of the profit, St. Louis we the topicLet the women jock it, pimpin, you know how I getOnce my album drop, all you heavy waiters better watch itVokal, yeah I rock itStep in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop itI threw the key to the city, since I locked itGirl I don't want no brain, give me a pop quizI get multiple choice head, derty watch this[Hook - 2X][Verse 2: Chingy]They tell me what you tell me, you ain't gotta be in a rushErrything I do is top secret, that's on the hush (shhhh)Cat handlin hard in the city, makin women blushFrom 314 to 617, gotta give it upTreat my women like a structure, workers work the streetsTwerk ya meat, go get it till it hurts ya feetHurt in ya sleep, get wit me and we could ching all nightHearr the slots ring all nightBut if you try to get at the drama, I'll bring all nightWe keep Atlanta throwin bowsAnd New Orleans, we got the thugs showin goldsTake it to New York, and party at Madison SquarreWe'll hit Cali and smash a model chick wit long hairrNo hatin on my part, let the ceremony startCrowd around us sumthin new, sittin on top of the ArchSTL, where I dwell, Northside of the streetsThey keep a quarter piece freak for the sheets, now speak uh[Hook - 2X][Verse 3: Chingy]Uh, I got tired of being broke dogg (fa sho)Ice Sleeve won't you pass me some smoke doggCan I come up without jealousy?"You ain't gon make it", what they tellin meSo I showed them, it ain't that hardCan't play me, cuz I ain't got a whole cardGot Lee way in my hometown (STL)No mo' jokin cuz it's on nowWho gon' stop, me not a soulStrap, in, now, let's, rollKeep it, real, what-eva I doGot's up Keith, comin from USquash that, mind ya own, beatsThere's a new ching, in the streetsWatch ya step, or I'll ruin ya repNow let's "get it" like Puff and G-Dep[Hook - 2X][Chingy]Oh, oh, oh, uhOh, oh, oh, uhOh, oh, oh, uhOh, ohWho am I?
RED FIRSTThis is my first Video I EVER made (plus it´s only Windows Move Maker), so pleas be easy on me.At first: I just noticed I wrote "Tanks for watching" not THANKS in the and. I´m blushing. My face is all red, trust me! It never was so red before.This Video is based on an FanFiction that based on an RPG. I know, it´s complicaded.Sotryline:Background: Scarlett Bodelere and Remus Lupin have got finished the Hogwarts school, got married and have 2 children. Fiona Simpson is the best friend of Scarlett Bodelere.The Video:Everything is great. Both are still very much in love with eatch other. One time in the week the both go under the shower together to have a special and romantic time.But than everything changes:Scarlett and Fiona haven´t seen each other for a longer time and finaly meet again in a restorat with some other people. They have fun and hug, like in the "good old times".In the end of the night it came to a kiss.Full of bad conscience, Scar buys Remus his favorite wine and tries to act like nothing had happend. The next Morning you can see Remus running out of the room. That was because he was late for work. Scarlett stays at home with her son Jon, the boy who eats cereals and her daugter Violett, not seen yet.As she´s out of her flat, her bad conscience overcomes her and she starts craying. Not only because she charated on her husband. Scar also had to admit that she liked it.She starts looking at Fiona in an diferent way...The next scene shows Remus and his wife in a bard. They both went out to have some fun like so many times before.As Scarlett is alone, she crays again, because she´s not sure about her feelings and she don´t know who of both she loves. Her husband Remus, ore her best friend Fiona. Later Remus and Scar stand under the shower, but Scar can´t hide her depresions anymore. Thats the point Remus knows somthing is wrong with his wife.It´s the next morning and Scar still can´t forget the kiss, but she tried to crowd it and plays with Violet.As Scarlett and Remus are going out for a walk, Scar confess everything she did to Remus and they have a fight.She goes away, calling her friends (Fiona inclouded) and tells them she needs some avocation.They meet in the same restorant like the days before.At Fionas plays they talk about there last meeting and the accident that happend with the waiter. Fona remebers, but she´s think it´s a little crazy how that all happend. A little bit later, Fiona shows the knew underwear she bought the day before.In the next scean Remus and Scar sittiong in an restorant and he forgives her. He knows that he had been of, working alot and so he had to left Scarlett alone long times.Later that night Scarlett tells Violet a goodnight story on her bad.And as Jon says that he´s glad that Violet was his mother, she knows that she might have to sacrifice her friednship to Fiona to save her marriage, even if it herts herselfe badly. If not for Remus that at least for her children...So... You can choos if she realy sacrifice her and Fionas friendship or not. If she ever loved Fiona or if she just had been confused. It an open ending ^^ Tell me what you think Scar should do.PLEASE tell me what you think and coment.Scarlett Bodelere: Sophia BushRemus Lupin: Ryan Reynolds, Jesse Metcalfe, Lee Norris & Aaron Carter (Only short)Fiona Simpson: Brittany SnowSorry for my bad english!!!
