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June 09 ItalianoPuesto que puedo celebrar mi papeleta de apta en italiano, aquí va una canción mítica en versión original. Nek --- Laura non c'è --- Laura non c'è, è andata via Laura non è più cosa mia e te che sei qua e mi chiedi perchè l'amo se niente più mi dà mi manca da spezzare il fiato fa male e non lo sa che non mi è mai passata Laura non c'è, capisco che è stupido cercarla in te Io sto da schifo credi e non lo vorrei stare con te e pensare a lei stasera voglio stare acceso andiamocene di là a forza di pensare ho fuso. Se vuoi ci amiamo adesso, se vuoi però non è lo stesso tra di noi da solo non mi basto stai con me solo è strano che al suo posto ci sei te, ci sei te. Laura dov'è, mi manca sai magari c'è un altro accanto a lei giuro non ci ho pensato mai che succedesse proprio a noi lei si muove dentro un altro abbraccio su di un corpo che non è più il mio e io così non ce la faccio. Se vuoi ci amiamo adesso, se vuoi però non è lo stesso tra di noi da solo non mi basto stai con me solo è strano che al suo posto ci sei te, ci sei te. Forse è difficile così ma non so che cosa fare Credo che sia logico, per quanto io provi a scappare lei c'è. Non vorrei che tu fossi un emergenza ma tra bene e amore c'è solo Laura e la mia coscienza. Se vuoi ci amiamo adesso oh no però non è lo stesso ora so c'è ancora il suo riflesso tra me e te mi dispiace ma non posso Laura c'è. Se vuoi ci amiamo adesso oh no mi casca il mondo addosso ora so c'è ancora il suo riflesso tra me e te mi dispiace ma non posso Laura c'è Laura c'è. May 29 Anne Boleyn's execution dayComo seguidora de la serie The Tudors y ya que me gustan los poemas depresivos, me veo obligada a incluir este pedacito de literatura inglesa en mi insignificante espacio de la red. Poem written by Sir Thomas Wyatt at Anne Boleyn's execution day, at the Bell Tower. Who list his wealth and ease retain, Himself let him unknown contain. Press not too fast in at that gate Where the return stands by disdain, For sure, circa Regna tonat.2 The high mountains are blasted oft When the low valley is mild and soft. Fortune with Health stands at debate. The fall is grievous from aloft. And sure, circa Regna tonat. These bloody days have broken my heart. My lust, my youth did them depart, And blind desire of estate. Who hastes to climb seeks to revert. Of truth, circa Regna tonat. The bell tower showed me such sight That in my head sticks day and night. There did I learn out of a grate, For all favour, glory, or might, That yet circa Regna tonat. By proof, I say, there did I learn: Wit helpeth not defence too yerne, Of innocency to plead or prate. Bear low, therefore, give God the stern, For sure, circa Regna tonat. 1. The Latin title adapts Psalm 16.9: "My enemies surround my soul." Wyatt's name ("Viat") in the title is surrounded by Innocence, Truth, and Faith. 2. "It thunders through the realms," Seneca, Phaedra, 1.1140. The first two stanzas paraphrase lines from that play. April 29 Piratas del Caribe (solo de guitarra)Pirates of the CaribbeanMoonlight Serenade (guitar solo) April 26 Bell Book & Candle Esta canción tiene ya unos añicos, pero me gusta como suena. Y como es un grupo alemán y la pronunciación de vez en cuando es un poco ininteligible :s más bien añado la letra XD Muazzz!! Rescue me Yeah, I wanna have the time And I wanna see you cry I wanna feel your body And I wanna get closer Gotta rescue me, rescue me Rescue me, let me have a good time And I wanna see you laughing And I wanna feel rain I wanna get inside you And I wanna feel pain Gotta rescue me, rescue me Rescue me, let me have a good time And I wanna feel you moving And I wanna feel good I wanna feel you love for sure Let your, let your Let your amazement grow Let your, let your Let your amazement grow Oh, whatever you do I can't leave you Don't ever let me go Don't ever let me go Yeah, I wanna be hungry And I wanna ask why I wanna be dreaming And I wanna satisfy You gotta rescue me, rescue me Rescue me, let me have a good time And I wanna be loved And I wanna be high I wanna feel you touch me And I wanna hear you sigh You gotta rescue me, rescue me Rescue me, let me have a good time And I wanna feel you moving And I wanna feel good I wanna feel you love for sure Let your, let your Let your amazement grow Let your, let your Let your amazement grow Oh, whatever you do I can't leave you Don't ever let me go Don't ever let me go Let your, let your Let your Let your, let your Let your Let your, let your Let your amazement grow Let your, let your Let your amazement grow Oh, whatever you do I can't leave you Don't ever let me go Don't ever let me go March 30 The BeatlesAlgunas canciones y sus letras nunca pasarán de moda... Revolution You say you want a revolution Well, you know We all want to change the world You tell me that it's evolution Well, you know We all want to change the world But when you talk about destruction Don't you know that you can count me out Don't you know it's gonna be all right all right, all right You say you got a real solution Well, you know We'd all love to see the plan You ask me for a contribution Well, you know We're doing what we can But when you want money for people with minds that hate All I can tell is brother you have to wait Don't you know it's gonna be all right all right, all right Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... You say you'll change the constitution Well, you know We all want to change your head You tell me it's the institution Well, you know You better free you mind instead But if you go carrying pictures of chairman Mao You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow Don't you know it's gonna be all right all right, all right all right, all right, all right all right, all right, all right March 18 30 Seconds to Mars"The Kill" What if I wanted to break Laugh it all off in your face What would you do? (Oh, oh) What if I fell to the floor Couldn't take all this anymore What would you do, do, do? Come break me down Bury me, bury me I am finished with you What if I wanted to fight Beg for the rest of my life What would you do? You say you wanted more What are you waiting for? I'm not running from you (from you) Come break me down Bury me, bury me I am finished with you Look in my eyes You're killing me, killing me All I wanted was you I tried to be someone else But nothing seemed to change I know now, this is who I really am inside. Finally found myself Fighting for a chance. I know now, this is who I really am. Ah, ah Oh, oh Ah, ah Come break me down Bury me, bury me I am finished with you, you, you. Look in my eyes You're killing me, killing me All I wanted was you Come break me down (bury me, bury me) Break me down (bury me, bury me) Break me down (bury me, bury me) (You say you wanted more) What if I wanted to break...? (What are you waiting for?) Bury me, bury me (I'm not running from you) What if I What if I What if I What if I Bury me, bury me... February 07 ¿Por qué elegí medicina?¿Por qué elegí medicina? >Porque dormir más es vivir menos. >Porque el látigo y la cera caliente ya me aburrían. >Porque vaya por donde vaya, solo veo virus, bacterias y parásitos. >Porque puedo ver enfermedad donde tú sólo ves malestar. >Porque la vida son 4 días y a mi me sobran 3. >Porque me he visto todos los capítulos de “Érase una vez la vida”. >Porque soy masoquista, y me gusta que las gentes me falten al respeto. >Porque no sabía qué hacer con mi tiempo libre. >Porque no sabía dónde me metía. >Porque me van las preguntas tipo test respuesta múltiple, restando negativas, empezando a contar a partir de 10 aciertos y con aprobado a partir del 7. >Porque lo que para ti es vinagre, para mi es un libro de química. >Porque mi madre me quiere en casa durante muuuuucho tiempo. >Para abandonar las calles y conocer más bibliotecas. >Por amor humano. >Porque prefiero ir a craneal, en lugar de mirar a caudal, aunque ello me lleve de rostral al suelo. >Porque me encanto “Corrupción en Miami”. >Porque no hay mejor forma de que te dejen espacio en el bus o el metro, que ir a una buena practica de anatomía y salir apestando a formol. >Porque el que vale, vale, y el que no pa ATS o magisterio. >Porque tocar penes de personas da otro sentido a mi vida... y no digamos ya los tactos rectales... >Porque era la carrera más larga en el librito informativo. >Porque nací pobre y quiero morir igual. >Porque necesitaba saber cuánto alcohol puedo beber, cuántas paellas malas puedo ingerir y cuánto café puedo soportar. >Porque el Red Bull es adictivo... y el olor a formol tambien... >Porque coger salmonelosis en una practica es relajante y constructivo... digo obstructivo.... para los baños. >Porque sé de enfermedades que no salen ni en “Urgencias”;”Hospital central”; “House”; “Anatomia de Grey” ni en “Expediente X”. >Porque “Saber vivir” es el mejor programa del mundo (JAJAJAJAJAJA). >Porque los pacientes me lo agradecerán siempre.... cagándose en mi querida madre. >Porque medicina es un gran hermano, una casa de tu vida, un aventuras en africa, una granja de famosos y todo lo que le pongas. >Porque... porque...? POR QUÉ !!!??? POR QUÉEEEE??? Eso me pregunto yo a todas horas. >Porque una vez leí que palmas a las 72 horas sin dormir... necesitaba comprobarlo... >Porque me encanta cenar cuando veo amanecer... y desayunar cuando no ha salido el sol. >Porque me mola eso de tener 4 ó 5 horas de examen y que aún te falte tiempo. >Porque según nuestros profesores tenemos 3 semanas de vacaciones después de 3 meses de exámenes. >Porque al inicio de verano es cuando menos fiestas hay y menos se liga... así que yo a la biblioteca. >Porque la biblioteca en verano tiene un olor “especial”. >Porque el aire acondicionado no enfría las neuronas ni en verano. >Porque me encantan las fiestas de la uni... y sólo en esta carrera las puedo estar haciendo hasta que cumpla los 40. >Porque en ninguna otra cafetería de facultad te llaman por tu nombre.... aquí te sirven lo tuyo incluso antes de pedirlo. >Porque fue una revelación y me sabía mal no hacerle caso. >Porque estoy más loco que cualquiera y lo quería demostrar. >¡¡¿MEDICINA?!!, ¿pero esto no era enfermería?... ya decía yo que estaba estudiando demasiado... >Porque llevar gafas es de modernos y mirar microscopios durante 3 horas contribuye a ello. >Porque un frotis vale más q mil palabras. >Porque dudaba entre medicina o la legión y total, como allí tambien hay sargentos... >Porque quería inventar una paranoia post-examen que ni los psicólogos pudiesen encontrar solución. >Porque quería cuatrimestrales de carácter anual. >Porque me gusta aprobar 3 prácticos, 4 parciales, dos exámenes de diapositivas, y a pesar de todo... tener que ir a finales.... en septiembre... >Porque la secretaria ya se conoce hasta mi fecha de nacimiento y ya no me deja cambiarme de carrera. >Porque quería prácticas a todas horas, todos los días de la semana. >Porque quería exámenes que me quitaran el hipo, y encontré exámenes que te quitan hasta lo bailao. >Porque busqué desesperadamente una asignatura difícil, y en medicina encontré cuanto menos 4 horripilantes. >Porque estudiar 800 folios en 2 semanas, es coser y cantar. >Porque de algo hay que morir, y como no fumo... >Porque el memo de mi cuñado era licenciado en biología. >Porque no tenía vida social antes de entrar, así que me dije...vamos a conseguirla toda junta en la biblioteca! >Porque cuando me cruje la columna suena la macarena. >Porque después de unos años seré medico, empresario, ingeniero agrónomo, anatomista, técnico de alimentos, higienista, bromatólogo, cirujano y técnico medio-ambiental, aunque en el papelito solo pondrá “Licenciado en Medicina”. >¿Tiene que haber un por qué? Lo que hay es un ¿y por qué no? December 29 Lynyrd SkynyrdFreebird If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be travelling on, now, 'Cause there's too many places I've got to see. But, if I stayed here with you, girl, Things just couldn't be the same. 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can't change. Bye, bye, its been a sweet love. Though this feeling I can't change. But please don't take it badly, 'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame. But, if I stayed here with you girl, Things just couldn't be the same. Cause I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you'll never change. And this bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can't change. Lord help me, I can't change. December 27 KansasCarry on my wayward son
Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher But I flew too high Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man Though my mind could think I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, well It surely means that I don't know On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean I set a course for winds of fortune But I hear the voices say Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more No! Carry on, you will always remember Carry on, nothing equals the splendor The center lights around your vanity But surely heaven waits for you Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry (don't you cry no more) December 24 Atún Calvo¡Uah! ¡Uhá! Sacatán Sacatún tam tam tam que summun pen que tum pan que tepe-tepetám topetúm que summun que tum. ¡Uhá! December 14 Göteborg '07Espero que con este vídeo no se ofendan pianistas ni oyentes, puesto que era la primera vez que me sentaba delante de un piano y fue todo lo que Andre pudo hacer conmigo. Mil gracias por un verano sencillamente perfecto :) December 03 Hurlyburly (Descontrol)Eddie: (Sean Penn) I mean, the aborigines had their problems too. Sure, y'know, tigers in the trees, dogs after his food. And in the Middle Ages everybody really had to worry about witches and goblins. But we have this stuff eating at us. We've got stuff...we don't even...I mean why do you think that all the warlords of the world. They're so anxious to get their personal little stash of chemical weapons. They call them weapons of mass destruction but they're not. They're very, very selective. Chemical weapons are very careful about what they destroy. They annihilate people and preserve things. They love things. You and I would be dead. Gas, puke, gone. Whereas, y'know, other, earlier, older people -- the ancients could look to the heavens, which in their minds was inhabited by this thoughtful, meditative...y'know, maybe a trifle unpredictable and wrathful, but nevertheless up there...this divine onlooker. We've got anchorpersons and talking heads. We've got politicians who decide life and death issues on the basis of their media consultants... That's what we've got! Bonnie: (Meg Ryan) Oh boy, Eddie. I think I'm gonna need a magnifying glass to find what's left of your good points. What is going on with you? Eddie: (pleadingly) Suck my dick. Bonnie: Aw, c'mon. I'm being serious here. I thought you had this girlfriend and it was this significan, mutually fulfilling, blah blah blah, relationship? Eddie: Things have taken a turn for the worse, that's all. Suck my dick. Bonnie: Like what? Eddie: She doesn't love me. Bonnie: Who? Eddie: My girlfriend!! Bonnie: Whaddaya mean? Eddie: Whaddaya mean what do I mean? My girlfriend doesn't want me. Bonnie: Oh sure she does. Eddie: Nooooo! Bonnie: Why? Eddie: I don't know, but she doesn't. Bonnie: Are you certain? Eddie: Bonnie..I'm a real person, y'know? I'm not some goddamn TV image here, okay? I'm a real person, real human, right? Now you know that... I just... Suck my dick okay? Suck my...SUCK MY DICK!! Bonnie: You know, if your manner of speech is in any way a reflection of what goes on inside your head, you're lucky you can tie your shoes. Eddie: You want me to be kinder? I say NO!! Be harder, colder. Be a ROCK!! (clenches fist) or polyurethane. That's my advice. Be a thing...and live! Bonnie: Have you ever considered that maybe you're just doing a little bit too much shit there Eddie? I mean even outlaws have to take precautionary measures. Eddie: You're right... Do you ever have that experience where your thoughts are like these totally separate, totally self-sustaining phone booths in this like vast, uninhabited shopping mall in your head? Didya ever have that experience? (pause) I don't feel loved! Even if she loves me, I don't feel it. I DON'T FEEL IT! And I feel. I'm sick of it, okay!? Y'know what I mean? Bonnie: I'm gonna go. Eddie: What for? Bonnie: Home. El indomable Will HuntingS: Estuve pensando en lo que me dijiste el otro día, sobre mi pintura. Me pasé casi toda la noche pensando y se me ocurrió una idea. Luego caí en un sueño plácido y no he vuelto a pensar en ti ¿Sabes qué se me ocurrió? W: No. S: Que eres un crío. Y que en realidad no tienes ni idea de lo que hablas. W: Vaya, gracias. S: Es normal, nunca has salido de Boston. W: No. S: Si te pregunto algo sobre arte me responderás con datos de todos los libros que se han escrito.Miguel Angel, lo sabes todo: vida y obra, aspiraciones políticas, su amistad con el Papa, su orientación sexual, lo que haga falta, ¿no? Pero tú no puedes decirme cómo huele la Capilla Sixtina, nunca has estado allí y has contemplado ese hermoso techo, no lo has visto. Si te pregunto por las mujeres supongo que me darás una lista de tus favoritas, puede que hayas echado unos cuantos polvos, pero no puedes decirme qué se siente cuando te despiertas junto a una mujer y te invade la felicidad. Eres duro. Si te pregunto por la guerra probablemente citarás algo de Shakespeare:"de nuevo en la brecha amigos mios", pero no has estado en ninguna, nunca has sostenido a tu mejor amigo entre tus brazos, esperando tu ayuda mientras exhala su último suspiro. Si te pregunto por el amor me citarás un soneto, pero nunca has mirado a una mujer y te has sentido vulnerable, ni te has visto reflejado en sus ojos. No has pensado que Dios ha puesto un ángel en la tierra para ti, para que te rescate de los pozos del infierno, ni qué se siente al ser su ángel, al darle tu amor, darlo para siempre y pasar por todo, por el cáncer, no sabes lo que es dormir en un hospital durante dos meses cogiendo su mano porque los médicos vieron en tus ojos que el término "horario de visitas" no iba contigo, no sabes lo que significa perder a alguien porque solo lo sabrás cuando ames a alguien más que a ti mismo. Dudo que te hayas atrevido a amar de ese modo. Te miro y no veo a un hombre inteligente y confiado, veo a un chaval creído y cagado de miedo, eres un genio Will, eso nadie lo niega, nadie puede comprender lo que pasa en tu interior. En cambio presumes de saberlo todo de mí porque viste un cuadro que pinté y rajaste mi puta vida de arriba a abajo. Eres huérfano, ¿verdad? ¿Crees que sé lo dura y penosa que ha sido tu vida, cómo te sientes, quién eres, porque he leido Oliver Twist? ¿Un libro basta para definirte? Personalmente eso me importa una mierda porque, ¿sabes qué? No puedo aprender nada de ti ni leer nada de ti en un maldito libro. Pero si quieres hablar de ti, de quién eres, estaré fascinado, a eso me apunto. Pero no quieres hacerlo, tienes miedo, te aterroriza decir lo que sientes. Tú mueves chaval. December 02 KafkaEl viajante es fácil pasto de habladurías y quejas infundadas. Únicamente al regresar reventado de un viaje es cuando empieza a notar directamente las funestas consecuencias de una causa invisible. - La metamorfosis - Franz Kafka. November 20 Nick Lachey"Everywhere But Here”
Here is the place we used to go, we were laughing. Hand in hand walking down the road, we were happy! Here is the corner where you said: “Kiss me, stupid” I remember you in red…
We were something good. We were
something, yeah! Weren't we something?
You're in my head, you're under my skin: you're everywhere but here, but here… It's a mystery how you can be everywhere but....
Here's the diner where we meet on your lunch break. Corner table: just you and me on a Monday.
In the rain we ran and ran to your apartment.
You called in sick to work again…
We were something good. We were something, yeah! Weren't we something?
You're in my head, you're under my skin: you're everywhere but here, but here…
It's a mystery how you can be everywhere but here. You're everywhere but here, ah… You everywhere but here, oh… You're everywhere but here.
We were something good. We were
something, yeah! Weren't we something?
You're in my head, you're under my skin: you're everywhere but here, but here… It's a mystery how you can be everywhere but here.
It's a mystery how you can be everywhere but here. November 11 Coldplay"White Shadows"
When I was a young boy I tried to listen And I wanna feel like that Little white shadows, blink and miss them Part of a system I am If you ever feel like something's missing? Things you'll never understand Little white shadows, sparkle and glisten Part of a system plan All this noise, I'm waking up All the space I'm taking up All this sound is breaking up Ohhhh... Maybe you get what you wanted Maybe you stumbled upon it Everything you ever wanted In a permanent state Maybe you'll know when you see it Maybe if you say it, you'll mean it And when you find it, you keep it In a permanent state A permanent state When I was a young boy I tried to listen Don't you wanna feel like that? We're part of the human race and All of the stars and the outer space We're part of the system plan All this noise, I'm waking up And all the space, I'm taking up I said I cannot hear you, you're breaking up Maybe you get what you wanted Maybe you stumbled upon it Everything you ever wanted In a permanent state Maybe you'll know when you see it Maybe if you say it, you'll mean it And when you find it, you keep it In a permanent state A permanent state Swim out on a sea of faces, The tide of the human races, An answer now is what I need. See it in a new sun rising See it break on your horizon
August 14 Ralladas mentales propias, personales e intransferibles (afortunadamente para los demás)¿Qué es lo que se siente cuando no se siente nada?
Estás rodeada de problemas pero aislada de todos y cada uno de ellos al mismo tiempo. Es como si estuvieses en una burbuja observándolo todo desde cerca pero la película de jabón impide que te ensucies. Flotas en el aire aportando palabras de aliento, intentando proporcionar comodidad a los que están a tu alrededor. Parece que el tiempo te dejó olvidada en un rincón y hubiera dejado de preocuparse por cuál iba a ser tu reacción. El más vago intento por comprenderte a ti misma se convierte en un acopio de desesperación y decepción que culminan en un: mejor continúo ignorándolo todo. Mejor sigo ignorándome a mi misma.
Eso es lo que se siente.
June 16 Letra canciónImagino que para vuestra desgracia todos habréis escuchado la canción de las infames Ketchup llamada "Aserejé". Pues bien, la canción original (que plagiaron en su práctica totalidad) es de unos raperos ingleses a los que no hay quien les entienda de lo rápido que hablan.
El principio os sonará de un anuncio de coche (Honda Accord) que salía hace un tiempo en la tele donde diversas piezas del motor iban chocando unas con otras para finalmente permitir que el coche bajase por una rampa. Para aquellos con mala memoria meteos aquí: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4CZkfqcqGu0
Pongo sólo un trocito de la letra porque es demasiado extensa. Ahí va:
Sugarhill Gang Rapper’s Delight
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop, and you don’t stop the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat now what you hear is not a test--I’m rappin to the beat and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet see I am wonder mike and I like to say hello to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow but first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie let's rock, you don’t stop rock the riddle that will make your body rock well so far you’ve heard my voice but I brought two friends along and next on the mike is my man hank come on, hank, sing that song check it out, I’m the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a and the rest is f-l-y y’a see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons I’ll tell y’a why y’a see I’m six foot one and I’m tons of fun and I dress to a t y’a see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously I got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain’t the wack I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac so after school, I take a dip in the pool which really is on the wall I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball hear me talkin' bout checkbooks, credit cards more money than a sucker could ever spend but I wouldn’t give a sucker or a bum from the rocker not a dime 'til I made it again y’a go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what) y’a say I’m gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin’ drive off in a def oj everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn say if your girl starts actin’ up, then you take her friend master gee, am I mellow its on you so what you gonna do well it's on n on n on on n on the beat don’t stop until the break of dawn I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the master gee well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I’m goin’ down in history as the baddest rapper there could ever be now I’m feelin’ the highs and y’a feelin’ the lows the beat starts getting’ into your toes y’a start poppin’ y’a fingers and stompin’ your feet and movin’ your body while you’re sittin’ in your seat and the damn y’a start doin’ the freak I said damn, right outta your seat then y’a throw your hands high in the air y’a rockin’ to the rhythm, shake your derriere y’a rockin’ to the beat without a care with the sure shot m.c.s for the affair now, I’m not as tall as the rest of the gang but I rap to the beat just the same I dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes all I’m here to do ladies is hypnotize singin’ on n n on n on n on the beat don’t stop until the break of dawn singin’ on n n on n on on n on like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie pop da pop pop y’a don’t dare stop come alive y'a |
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