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Paroles

The sun is high
I am going outside
Vampires are asleep
Witches are taking over

Blood pressure is high
Need to pump some iron or German steel
That’s how I want to feel
From now on

Love is high
Stomach and butterflies
Witches and vampires
Frenchies do it better

Kittin is high…

Paroles

Manager : Boody, this place is a mess
Kid Cudi : I don’t understand why you can’t say (Wha…) my name why is that, just like, ah…
Manager : This is a 24 hour business and I want this place to run smooth in the night like it does in the day! Okay? Do you hear me, do you understand me Boody?
Kid Cudi : I understand that, that’s my whole thing it’s buddy, okay? You are saying my name odd where ever, what ever.
Manager : Listen: here are the keys, this is your last chance don’t mess up

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh…

[kid cudi:]
Day and night (what, what)
I toss and turn, i keep stressing my mind, mind (what, what)
I look for peace but see i don’t attain (what, what)
What i need for keeps this silly game we play, play
Now look at this (what, what)
Madness to magnet keeps attracting me, me (what, what)
I try to run but see i’m not that fast (what, what)
I think i’m first but surely finish last, last

[chorus:]
Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone, some things will never change (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)

[kid cudi:]
Hold the phone (what, what)
The lonely stoner, mr. solo doe low (what, what)
He’s on the move can’t seem to shake the shade (what, what)
Within his dreams he see’s the life he made, made
The pain is deep (what, what)
A silent sleeper you won’t hear a peep, peep (what, what)
The girl he wants don’t seem to want him too(what, what)
It seems the feelings that she had are through, through

[chorus:]
Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone, some things will never change (yeah) (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his(yeah) mind at night (at, at, at night)

[kid cudi:]
Slow moe, (what, what)
When the temple slows up and creates that new, new (what, what)
He seems alive though he is feeling blue (what, what)
The sun is shining man he’s super cool, cool
The lonely nights (what, what)
They fade away he slips into his white nikes (what, what)
He smokes a clip and then he’s on the way (what, what)
To free his mind in search of,
To free his mind in search of,
To free his mind in search of,

[chorus:]
Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone, some things will never change (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)

At, at, at night

Groupe : The ting tings

Titre : Great DJ

Parole :

Fed up with your indigestion.
Swallow words one by one.
Your folks got high at a quarter to five.
Don’t you feel you’re growing up undone.

Nothing but the local DJ.
He said he had some songs to play.
What went down from this fooling around.
Gave hope and a brand new day.

Imagine all the girls,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the
drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums.

Oh.

Nothing was the same again.
All about where and when.
Blowing our minds in a life unkind.
Gotta love the bpm.
When his work was all but done
Remembering how this begun.
We wore his love like a hand in a glove.
There’s a future plays it all night long.

Nothing but the girls,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums…..

Imagine all the girls.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
CLIP GREAT DJ

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And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.
And the drums,
Ah ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, oh.

All the girls
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums

Groupe : The ting tings

Titre : That’s not my name

Four letter word just to get me along
It’s a difficulty and i’m biting on my tongue and I
I keep stalling, keeping me together
People around gotta find something to say now

Holding back, everyday the same
Don’t wanna be a loner
Listen to me, oh no
I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider they forget my name
(ame,ame,ame)

They call me ‘Hell’
They call me ‘Stacey’
They call me ‘her’
They call me ‘Jane’
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name

They call me ‘quiet girl’
But i’m a riot
Mary Jo Lisa
Always the same
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name

I miss the catch if they throw me the ball
I’m the last chick standing up against the wall
Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring
Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence now

So alone all the time and I
Lock myself away
Listen to me, i’m not
Although i’m dressed up, out and all with
Everything considered they forget my name
(ame,ame,ame)

They call me ‘Hell’
They call me ‘Stacey’
They call me ‘her’
They call me ‘Jane’
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name

They call me ‘quiet girl’
But i’m a riot
Mary Jo Lisa
Always the same
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name
That’s not my name

Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me “bird”?
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me “bird”?

…continues with chorus overlapping

Parole :

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it now

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it now

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now

Stand carving up the wall
Why don’t you open up at all?
I am ready, I am ready for a fall

Stand carving up the wall
Why don’t you open up at all?
We are ready, we are ready for the floor

I can’t hear your voice, do I have a choice?
I’m hoping with chance, you might take this dance
I can’t hear your voice, do I have a choice?
You’re sinking below, I’m using my force
I’m hoping with chance, you might take this dance
You’re my number one guy

Stand carving up the wall
Why don’t you open up at all?
I am ready, I am ready for a fall

Stand carving up the wall
Why don’t you open up at all?
We are ready, we are ready for the floor

I can’t hear your voice, do I have a choice?
You’re sinking below, I’m using my force
I’m hoping with chance, you might take this dance
You’re my number one guy
number one guy
number, number, number, number, number,
one, one, one, one, one guy

Number one guy .. stand carving up the wall
One, one guy.. why don’t you open up at all?
Number, number, number one .. I am ready, I am ready for a fall

Number one, number one .. stand carving up the wall
Number one, one, one .. why don’t you open up at all?
Guy, guy .. we are ready, we are ready for the floor

Number one guy .. stand carving up the wall
Number, number, one, one .. why don’t you open up at all?
Guy .. I am ready, I am ready for a fall

You’re my number one guy, number one .. stand carving up the wall
Number, number, one, one .. why don’t you open up at all?
Number, number, one, one .. we are ready for the floor

You know I try so hard
But I think you don’t see
Cos’ I’m moving so fast
We call it rock n rollin’
My weapon seems usless
Cos’ your on to me
You are impossible to read
You’re always straight controllin’

Oh oh oh Miss Allisa!

Gon doo a voodoo until
You feel my power now!
You know I feel so smooth
I’m always struttin’ when in motion
Make the little girls dance
Cos’ i’m rock n rollin’
It reallly doesn’t matter
If you’re hard to please
Cos’ when you give me your smile
I’m yours for straiht controllin’

(repeat furst verse and then chorus)

If i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn’t lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn’t matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about their own faults
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care ’bout is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one will surprise me unless you do

i can tell there’s something goin’ on
hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving i’m still with you

it doesn’t matter what we do
where we are going too
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about their own faults
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care ’bout is talking
talking only me and you

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about their own faults
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care ’bout is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you

Oh yes, you wanna Rocking with the Best !

Do the D.A.N.C.E,
1, 2, 3, 4 Fight!
Stick to the B.E.A.T,
Get ready to ignite

You were such a P.Y.T (pretty youg thing)
Catching all the lights
Just easy as A.B.C
That’s how you make it right!

Do the D.A.N.C.E,
1, 2, 3, 4 Fight!
Stick to the B.E.A.T,
Get ready to ignite

You were such a P.Y.T (pretty youg thing)
Catching all the lights
Just easy as A.B.C
That’s how you make it right!

Do the D.A.N.C.E,
Stick to the B.E.A.T,
Just easy as A.B.C
Do the dance,
Do the dance!

The way you move is a mystery,
Do the dance,
You’re always there for music and me.
Do the dance,
The way you move is a mystery,
Do the dance,
You’re always there for music and me.

Do the D.A.N.C.E,
1, 2, 3, 4 Fight!
Stick to the B.E.A.T,
Get ready to ignite

You were such a P.Y.T (pretty youg thing)
Catching all the lights
Just easy as A.B.C
That’s how you make it right!

The way you move is a mystery,
Do the dance,
Do the dance.
You’re always there for music and me.
Do the dance,
Do the dance.
The way you move is a mystery,
Do the dance,
Do the dance.
You’re always there for music and me.

Under the spotlight,
Neither black no white,
It does not matter,
Do the dance,
Do the dance!

As strong as you might,
Working day and night,
Whatever happens,
Do the dance,
Do the dance!

Under the spotlight,
Neither black nor white,
It does not matter,
Do the dance,
Do the dance!

As strong as you might,
Working day and night,
What at all happens,
Do the dance,
Do the dance!

The way you move is a mystery,
Do the dance,
You’re always there for music and me.

The way you move is a mystery.

(scat “bung, bung, bung, bung……….)

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Give him two lips like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
Sandman, I’m so alone
Don’t have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.

(scat “bung, bung, bung, bung.….)

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
Give him the word that I’m not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
Sandman, I’m so alone
Don’t have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.

(scat “bung, bung, bung, bung)

Mr. Sandman (male voice: “Yesss?) bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a “come-hither” gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace
Mr Sandman, someone to hold (someone to hold)
Would be so peachy before we’re too old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mr Sandman, bring us, please, please, please
Mr Sandman, bring us a dream.

(scat “bung, bung, bung, bung….)

Have fun,

Pimp