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Letras
A Brief History (The Waifs)
We were both 18 the year that we met
I was slighty older but not by much
One look at you and I knew that was it
And your voice sounded like an angel above
One look at me you thought I was odd
Wearing those clothes in the Kimberley heat
Blundstone boots, cowboy hat, flannelette
And denim overcoat all the way down to my feet
When your sister asked me to join up with you
You nearly fainted with shock but you hid it well
"what the hell are you doing?" you shouted when I left
I was singing all the way back to my hotel
Headed off from Broom
Travelled through the Kimberley
Derby, Fitzroy, a night in Halls Creek
Wyndham, Kunnunrra, Darwin we stayed for a while
Then we hit the coast near Townsville on the other side
Christmas in Cairns didn't have nowhere to go
Busking on the streets just to get a feed
Being kept up all night by the lovers on the top bunk
At a seedy backpackers called "Rapture of the Deep"
Now plenty has happened since those early days
Met a lot of people, been a lot of places
Many a night in friends and relatives beds
And God bless the lot of you that put us up and fed us
Played to crowds of thousands, played to one or two
Played in festivals and pubs, loved and hated what we do
But looking back now I wouldn't trade but one
Of the memories we've made in the last eight years
And though there were times we didn't get along
I can honesty say I love the both of you
Now you're living in Sydney in some dingy room
In a house full of strangers on Ramsgate avenue
Paying twice as much as what the damn things worth
Working in the daytime just to make it though
You got your arms to your elbows in the sink at some
Place cleaning pots and pans, cups and saucers,
Knives and forks and plates
It's a far cry, from the life that we knew
Travelling around the country in a campervan
Playing songs, singing with your sister and you
It's too late to go back there again
Deck The Halls With Parts Of Charlie (The Crypt Keeper)
Deck the halls with parts of Charlie
Fa la la la la la la la la
Make the Yule time gross and gnarly
Fa la la la la la la la la
Stockings stuffed with ears and fingers
Fa la la la la la la la la
Chopped from all those caroling singers
Fa la la la la la la la la
D**the hearth with chunks of Barnie
Fa la la la la la la la la
Bits of Bruce and hunks of Arnie
Fa la la la la la la la la
Hang the crypt with spleens and kidneys
Fa la la la la la la la la
Use Ramone's and then use Sidney's
Fa la la la la la la la la
Raise the tree and bring the ladder
Fa la la la la la la la la
Top it off with Gills gall bladder
Fa la la la la la la la la
Grinning skulls in festive poses
Fa la la la la la la la la
Strings of toes and nipped off noses
Fa la la la la la la la la
Who needs mistletoe and holly?
Fa la la la la la la la la
When we can just dismember Wally
Fa la la la la la la la la
Have the whole place decorated
Fa la la la la la la la la
With the parts we've amputated
Fa la la la la la la la la
(Maniacal laughter)
A Song About A Friend (Atmosphere)
Slug: "I didn't say nothin'."
Girl: "What?"
Slug: "I didn't say nothin'.'"
Girl: "Yes you did."
Slug: "No I didn't."
Girl: "No you didn't say anything, you just looked at me funny
like I'm some sort of ** freak."
Slug: "I didn't look at you."
Girl: "Yeah, you looked at me."
Slug: "No."
Girl: "Yeah, you ** did."
Slug: "What do you mean freak?"
Who's this one about? Who's this one about?...
[Slug]
These headphones keep me from rememberin' (rememberin')
Also guilty of letting me not forget (also guilty)
What type of harvest will September bring? (beckoning)
Everyone to put him to that test (Somebody please kill me)
I've got a sickness, it feels like love
It's not contagious, take off the gloves
Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect
I'll form the sentences you try to interpret
It'd all be so simple if I was rich (But I'm not)
But I'm not so I compensate with thought (I got a lot)
I got a lot of nothin' that you need to know (Ay yo)
You would think he wasn't aware of the glow (Where'd you go?)
Swimmin' in a bottle of imposters
Losin' my ground in the name of takin' it farther
We can thumb wrestle or we can make a daughter
I thought it was supposed to get easier when you worked harder
Stole the city, I still feel helpless
Baited the hook and caught me a shellfish (?selfish?)
I'm gonna gut it, clean it, cook it, feed it to a she(?)
And see if I can get her to need me
[Chorus x2]
And now I'm standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
[Slug]
All it takes is a stroll down the street
A pro and he greets and he sold the life to me
Showed you the meaning of the artery he keeps on the end of his sleeve
As he pretends he can breathe
Lend me a piece of your superiority
I feel alone on this mission, I'm wishin' there was more of me
A pair of me, apparently I'm a parasite caught inside a paradox
A paradise, a parody, the hair police have got what you need
For you to get over me and move on with Godspeed
I'd let it all go and break eggs for a livin'
If I wasn't so conditioned to just take what I'm given
Get it, got it, catch it, caught it, and lost it
Yet I can't stop it, it's embedded in my optics
Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip
If you can't walk away can you at least change the topic?
Overextended the amount of time allotted
Broke the engine, I don't know, cracked the block
Now I'm standin' at this gravel roadside festival
And I ain't tryin' to move cause this view is incredible
[Chorus x2]
Standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
[Slug]
Fall in love with all of she (Fall in love with all of she)
Hasn't stopped callin' me (Hasn't stopped callin' me)
Message in a bottle (There's a message in a bottle)
And I stepped inside a pothole (I stepped inside a pothole)
Somehow forgot my name (Somehow forgot my name)
Blew out the flame (She blew out the flame)
A means to an end (A means to an end)
Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend
She's still in my dreams (She steals all my dreams)
Angel spread your wings (Angel spread your wings)
Tryin' to comprehend (I'm still tryin' to comprehend)
Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend
[Slug talking]
All together...(Crowd: WHOOO!)
Smile while you do that shit, you know what I'm saying?
Cause like some of ya'll, if you ain't smilin' you're ugly I swear to God
Alright, some neat ones (?Shaniquas?)
Alright, on the count of three. 1. 2.
No Hooks (Shaquille O'Neal Featuring RZA, Method Man)
RZA:
Spectacular cardiovascular attacker!
Shaq's on the track with the blackular,
Puzzler! Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzler,
Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular
Veins... do it quick, before your brain get drained...
With the horror you now have become stained...
Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo! Enter,
The skill like a splinter! A decimal,
Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we...
(Suuuuuuu!) Ah, intellectual,
Styles break your mind!
Shine, nigga, shine!
All: We don't need no hooks!
Shaq:
The Shaq Attaq has risen,
Au concrete PM this is twizm,
Always & forever, forever always attack,
I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack!
Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic,
CD, #3 Static!
You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin',
AEIOU's a ass-whoopin'! You're tooken
Into Clear & Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger,
Quick to rearrange a... outlook, so look out,
So here me comes! Quick to beat you down,
Like the RZA on the drums!
Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'.
My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman
Emblem! Marks, get set, go left,
The Shaq, the RZA, get ready for the Meth!
All: We don't need no hooks!
Method Man:
Dangersome, comin' mad phat, Terrordome,
Like whadva ak, we can get it on. Break 'em down.
I'm a set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here
To the mindbender, the deathsender to your ear: Method.
Whatup, hookers? Hoodrats are no goodaz,
It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer:
Shaq. Bring it to the front, now bring it back
To the head, black, 'cuz when my Soul Train hit the track,
Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it,
The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted.
My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes are bustin',
Got your wholes block duckin'
Down! The end is here, apocalypse now!
Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out.
(more We don't need no hooks stuff)
Cumbia Triste (Weather Girls)
Donde estes escucha
mi trizte cancion es para ti
era un domingo de baile
que muy contenta llegaste
cantando y bailando cumbia
diosito quizo llevarte
porque le faltaba un angel
y ati te habia senalado
queria mirarte bailando
y cantaras a su lado
y es por eso que te estoy cantando ati
esta cumbia trizte
porque cuando ahora canto sin tu voz
mi cancion es trizte
y es por eso que te estoy cantando a ti
esta cumbia triste
no nos vamos a olvidar cantaba yo
cuando tu te fuiste
saves tu recuerdo
lo llevo siempre conmigo
ahora que estas en el cielo
quiero que cantes conmigo
como lo hasias aqui abajo mi nina
cuanto te quiero
y es por eso que te estoy cantando ati
esta cumbia triste
porque cuando ahora canto sin tu vaz
mi cancion es trizte
y es por eso que te estoy cantando ati
esta cumbia trizte
no nos vamos a olvidar cantaba yo
cuando tu te fuiste
Let's Start A Band (Amy MacDonald)
Put a ribbon round my neck and call me a libertine
I will sing you songs of dreams I used to dream
I will sail away on seas of silver and gold
Until I reach my home
Give me a guitar and I'll be a trooper-dor
Your strolling minstrels will century door to door
I don't know anymore if that feeling is past
Will it last?
Oh how can you be sure?
And how do I know if you're feeling the same as me?
And how do I know that that's the only place you want to be?
Give me a stage and I'll be a rock and roll queen
Your 20th centaury cover of a magazine
Rolling stone hear I come
Watch out everyone
I'm singing, I'm singing my song
Give me a festival and I'll be Glastonbury star
The lights are shining, everyone knows who you are
Singing songs about dreams, about homes, about schemes
Oooh they just came true
And how do I know if you're feeling the same as me?
And how do I know that that's the only place you want to be?
And how do I know if you're feeling the same as me?
And how do I know that that's the only place you want to be?
And if you wanted to, then there's nothing left to do
Lets start a band
Lets start a band
Lets start a band
Lets start a band
And if you wanted to, then there's nothing left to do
Lets start a band
Lets start a band
Lets start a band
Lets start a band
And if you wanted to, then there's nothing left to do
Lets start a band
Lets start a band
Lets start a band
Lets start a band
And if you wanted to, then there's nothing left to do
Te Hago El Amor (Zion y Lennox)
Eliel!
Ya tu sabes!
(A ti te gusta...)
(Te hago el amor...)
A ti te gusta como yo
Te hago el amor
Tu quieres, yo quiero
Asi que, dale, vamonos
A ti te gusta como yo
Te hago el amor
Tu quieres
Asi que, dale, vamonos
Bandolera, no te hagas
Se que te encanta
Ya no aguanto mas
________________
Tu tienes la cara
Pero no eres santa
Te gusta ir con tus amigas a vacilar
Te gusta la champagne
Janguiar de noche
No te hagas la santa
Reloj de bling, bling
Y lujosos coches
Es lo que te encanta
Te gusta la champagne
Janguiar de noche
No te hagas la santa
Veras a Zion y Lennox
Motivando la yal
Es lo que te encanta
A ti te gusta como yo
Te hago el amor
Tu quieres, yo quiero
Asi que, dale, vamonos
A ti te gusta como yo
Te hago el amor
Tu quieres
Asi que, dale, vamonos
Yo quiero tu cuerpo
Te hago el **o primero
Despues le hago el amor
Ya vez que soy sincero
Dame un poco de calor
Mi amor, dale, vente
Nena...
Ay, yo quiero tu cuerpo
Hacerte lo que quieras
Donde quieras, mi amor
Llenarte de pasion
Ya que tu eres mi corazon
Mi amor, dale, vente
Nena...
Nena, yo quiero besarte
Pa' poco a poco calentarte
No seas asi, no te hagas la dificil
Que mi amor quiero entregarte
Nena, yo quiero besarte
Pa' poco a poco calentarte
No seas asi, no te hagas la dificil
Que mi amor quiero entregarte
A ti te gusta como yo
Te hago el amor
Tu quieres, yo quiero
Asi que, dale, vamonos
A ti te gusta como yo
Te hago el amor
Tu quieres
Asi que, dale, vamonos
Eliel!
Ya tu sabes!
Zion y Lennox!
Motivando a la yal!
Alex Gargolas!
Gargolas!
Quien dijo que no salian?
Llego papa!
Llego papa!
Ya tu sabes!
Toma!
(Zion, baby!)
(Y Lennox para ti!)
Dumb Enough (Hilltop Hoods)
This recreation, set ya station and
Get ya place in a comfy seat
On this beat pressure will set the occasion
For your entertainment i work hard on my flows
This scene is full of falling MCs i wear heart as the shows
And every hiphop is a critic
Cause some hit the stage hard
And couldn't get these a**holes open at a** bar
So comedy festival they sell one intelligable
Can't work out it they got peas for brains or they just vegetables
And thats pathetic is me bein anorexic i do damage
Like a paraletic paramedic with no anaesthetic
Girls shake my hand guys wanna hug me its a worry
If I forgot your name im sorry
You're probably pretty ugly
I'm standing getting old so when it comes d-day
Ima thank you all for dissing me
Just say something cliche
And when im dead and buried i want use in the lobby in a shirt
at my cemetary singing
Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough
x 2
People chant the chorus
When they hear it yo it's on
Ya rise like a tsunami, when ya feel it
Its a bomb
I'll make origami of ya lyrics
Geez thats good suffa, what is it?
It's a swan!
i got this shit to bomb MCs back to the stoneage
The stage'll get ya at ya seat quicker than road rage
I take em all from beat jackers to backpackers
with tracks fatter to run a muck on these wackrappers
But then it happened
What happened?
What i thought could
I screwed all these emcees, and it got awkward
(it got weird didn't it, it got weird)
You don't wanna see me anymore
Oi suffa you can't sing
Yeah i can't even hum a tune
But i make this crowd bounce like bedsprings on a honeymoon
Coming to ya best but its still not good enuff
Suffa's ruffin with the
Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough
x 2
From the hilltops in the andes to the rocky's in canada
We infect the mics like, tommy to pamela
They gassed in the head
They trashed our set its pure jealousy
Like left foot right foot's an invitation to step to me
You're losing your footing you need some velcro on them shelltoes
In fights im throwing rhymes in rhyme fights im throwing elbows
The crowd loves solid goods ya try to get a hold
When u couldn't move ya sh*t with a diaretic cold
I already told them the hills are impassable impossible
But the truth hurts that's why Ima put you in hospital
Break it down like a molecule we burnin like fossil fuels
Im something of a phenomenon I'm phenominal
These rappers they dont wanna f*ck with 'Suff
You better turn off ya mic unless ya dumb enough
Cause we runnin up on stage with night until the sun is up
So runamuckin with the
Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough
x 2
The Chanuka Song (Adam Sandler)
"Okay...
This is a song that uhh..
There's a lot of Christmas songs out there and uhh..
not too many Chanukah songs.
So uhh..
I wrote a song for all those nice little Jewish kids who don't get to hear any Chanukah songs.
Here we go..."
Put on your yarmulke
Here comes Chanukah
So much funukah
To celebrate Chanukah
Chanukah is the festival of lights
Instead of one day of presents, we have eight crazy nights
When you feel like the only kid in town without a Christmas tree
Here's a list of people who are Jewish just like you and me
David Lee Roth lights the menorah
So do James Caan, Kirk Douglas, and the late Dinah Shore-ah
Guess who eats together at the Carnegie Deli
Bowser from Sha Na Na and Arthur Fonzerelli
Paul Newman's half Jewish, Goldie Hawn's half too
Put them together, what a fine lookin' Jew
You don't need "Deck The Halls" or "Jingle Bell Rock"
'Cause you can spin a dreidel with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock- both Jewish
Put on your yarmulke
It's time for Chanukah
The owner of the Seattle Supersonicahs
Celebrates Chanukah
O.J. Simpson, not a Jew
But guess who is? Hall of famer Rod Carew- he converted
We got Ann Landers and her sister Dear Abby
Harrison Ford's a quarter Jewish- not too shabby
Some people think that Ebenezer Scrooge is
Well he's not, but guess who is
All three Stooges
So many Jews are in showbiz
Tom Cruise isn't, but I heard his agent is
Tell your friend Veronica
It's time to celebrate Chanukah
I hope I get a harmonicah
Oh this lovely, lovely Chanukah
So drink your gin and tonicah
And smoke your marijuanikah
If you really, really wannakah
Have a happy, happy, happy, happy Chanukah
Happy Chanukah
The Chanukah Song [live] (Adam Sandler)
"Okay...
This is a song that uhh..
There's a lot of Christmas songs out there and uhh..
not too many Chanukah songs.
So uhh..
I wrote a song for all those nice little Jewish kids who don't get to hear
any Chanukah songs.
Here we go..."
Put on your yarmulke
Here comes Chanukah
So much funukah
To celebrate Chanukah
Chanukah is the festival of lights
Instead of one day of presents, we have eight crazy nights
When you feel like the only kid in town without a Christmas tree
Here's a list of people who are Jewish just like you and me
David Lee Roth lights the menorah
So do James Caan, Kirk Douglas, and the late Dinah Shore-ah
Guess who eats together at the Carnegie Deli
Bowser from Sha Na Na and Arthur Fonzerelli
Paul Newman's half Jewish, Goldie Hawn's half too
Put them together, what a fine lookin' Jew
You don't need "Deck The Halls" or "Jingle Bell Rock"
'Cause you can spin a dreidel with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock- both Jewish
Put on your yarmulke
It's time for Chanukah
The owner of the Seattle Supersonicahs
Celebrates Chanukah
O.J. Simpson, not a Jew
But guess who is? Hall of famer Rod Carew- he converted
We got Ann Landers and her sister Dear Abby
Harrison Ford's a quarter Jewish- not too shabby
Some people think that Ebenezer Scrooge is
Well he's not, but guess who is
All three Stooges
So many Jews are in showbiz
Tom Cruise isn't, but I heard his agent is
Tell your friend Veronica
It's time to celebrate Chanukah
I hope I get a harmonicah
Oh this lovely, lovely Chanukah
So drink your gin and tonicah
And smoke your marijuanikah
If you really, really wannakah
Have a happy, happy, happy, happy Chanukah
Happy Chanukah
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