50 Cent and Olivia : Candy Shop

Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive

I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)


You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasing you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)


Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)


Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this before
Soon as I come through the door she get to pulling on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stopping, homie I ain't stopping
Dripping wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gone

System Of A Down : Toxicity (2001)

Conversion, software version 7.0
looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for the fires, loud neighbours
flashlight riveries caught in the headlights of a truck
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city

Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts

Queens of the stone age : Back To Dungaree High (2001)

I didn't mean to turn you on, no way
just wanna dance and sing my song, oh okay
Clocking in, clocking out,
no I don't mind it at all
Me and the danger dudes
were on the news, so just don't bother to call, because...

It's just a way to stay alive, boy
it's such a trip just to survive

So it's back, back to dungaree high
just to get high, back to dungaree high
just a great big boy -
with a teeny-weeny alibi

Just a soul on ice
With a mirror and a blade
and a pocket full of ice
Cheap thrills done and the dirt cheap ants
'cause I got a headache in my pants

I got a headache in my pants
I got a headache in my pants
I got a headache in my pants, because...

It's just a way to stay alive, boy
It's such a trip just to survive
So it's back, back to dungaree high
just to get high, back to dungaree high
just a great big boy -
with a teeny-weeny alibi

It's just a way to stay alive, boy
It's such a trip just to survive, boy
It's just a way to stay alive, boy
It's such a trip just to survive, boy
It's just a way to stay alive, boy
It's such a trip just to survive
back to dungaree
back to dungaree
back to dungaree high

Dead Kennedys : California Über Alles (1979)

The title of this song inspired from the original German Anthem, written in the 19th century and starting by "Deutshland,Deutshland Über Alles" (Germany above all). The new german anthem is still the same but without this opening suggesting German superiority.
Dead Kennedys used the title for a song criticizing California governor at the time, Jerry Brown. The lyrics are very engaged.



I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president...

Carter Power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
Your kids will meditate in school!

[Chorus:]
California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
Mellow out or you will pay!

[Chorus]

Now it is 1984
Knock-knock at your front door
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece

Come quietly to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower.

DIE on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
When you mess with President Brown

[Chorus]

John Lennon : Imagine (1971)

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Jacques Brel : Jojo

Ecrite en hommage à son meilleur ami Georges Pasquier mort en 1974.



Jojo,
Voici donc quelques rires
Quelques vins quelques blondes
J'ai plaisir à te dire
Que la nuit sera longue
A devenir demain
Jojo,
Moi je t'entends rugir
Quelques chansons marines
Où des Bretons devinent
Que Saint-Cast doit dormir
Tout au fond du brouillard

Six pieds sous terre Jojo tu chantes encore
Six pieds sous terre tu n'es pas mort

Jojo,
Ce soir comme chaque soir
Nous refaisons nos guerres
Tu reprends Saint-Nazaire
Je refais l'Olympia
Au fond du cimetière Jojo,
Nous parlons en silence
D'une jeunesse vieille
Nous savons tous les deux
Que le monde sommeille
Par manque d'imprudence

Six pieds sous terre Jojo tu espères encore
Six pieds sous terre tu n'es pas mort

Jojo,
Tu me donnes en riant
Des nouvelles d'en bas
Je te dis mort aux cons
Bien plus cons que toi
Mais qui sont mieux portants
Jojo,
Tu sais le nom des fleurs
Tu vois que mes mains tremblent
Et je te sais qui pleure
Pour noyer de pudeur
Mes pauvres lieux communs

Six pieds sous terre Jojo tu frères encore
Six pieds sous terre tu n'es pas mort

Jojo.
Je te quitte au matin
Pour de vagues besognes
Parmi quelques ivrognes
Des amputés du cœur
Qui ont trop ouvert les mains
Jojo,
Je ne rentre plus nulle part
Je m'habille de nos rêves
Orphelin jusqu'aux lèvres
Mais heureux de savoir
Que je te viens déjà

Six pieds sous terre Jojo tu n'es pas mort
Six pieds sous terre Jojo je t'aime encore.

Charles Aznavour : De T'avoir Aimée

De t'avoir aimée, aimée comme un fou
Aimée a genoux, bien plus que debout
À n'en plus dormir, à n'en plus manger
Que me reste-t-il, de t'avoir aimée ?

De t'avoir aimée, de l'âme et des yeux
À en oublier, jusqu'au nom de Dieu
Pour ne plus avoir, qu'un nom à crier
Que me reste-t-il, de t'avoir aimée ?

Reste que ma voix, sans écho soudain
Restent que mes doigts, qui n'agrippent rien
Reste que ma peau, qui cherche tes mains
Et surtout la peur, de t'aimer encore
Demain presque mort

De t'avoir aimée, aimée de douleur
À m'en déchirer le ventre et le cœur
Jusqu'à en mourir, jusqu'à m'en damner
Que me reste-t-il, de t'avoir aimée ?

Ne me reste plus
Qu'un amour que tu
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