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Letras

Still Life (Patty Medina)

Another day I find myself feeling this way
Like I want to make it all slow down
I bought a ticket for this train
Now I'm on it and I'm fall speed ahead no looking back now

Another place I have to be
Put on my face no time to see my reflection or hear the sounds
Of poetry philosophy and all the things that make you wonder how this world goes round

But sometimes I see you a vision I can't hold onto
So for today I'll be still life with window view

Another promise I couldn't make
Another candle on a cake that I forgot to wish on
I was so busy making plans I felt I needed both my hands and when I let go of yours then you were gone

But sometimes I see you a vision I can't hold onto
So for today I'll be still life with window view

But sometimes I see you a vision I can hold onto
So for today I'll be still life with window view

Oh I see you in my window view
I will see you

Another day i find myself within this way
It's like I want to make it all slow down

A Love That's True (Part One) (Slick Rick)

So you get my point son,
you just don't trust no bitch, you know what I'm sayin?
"Okay, daddy, I understand"
Cause bitches ain't no good, you know what I'm sayin?
"Okay, I get your point"
Anyway, listen to this, check it out

1994, as the world gets trifer,
I'm wondering, the ** I need a woman in my life for? (ya know)
Cause its like a nigga whole history
With you hoes been nothing but misery
First rater, five-one stood
Mad coke fiend though the bitch looked good
Met her at the fever
"What's going on, stranger?"
And like a fool took her in and tried to change her
I don't who I thought I's bluffing
That BITCH wasn't giving up that coke for nothing
"Oh, you trying to dis, mister bougeois nigger
Yet back in the day, you used to smoke coke cigarettes too,
That type shit you ain't admitting"
Because, homegirl, I grew out of it, you didn't
Anyway, dead out of order
Came in with a sheepskin her ex-lover bought her
Who gave you that?
"My ex"
I said "Who?"
Believe she had the nerve to say "You can wear it too"

When I found strength to depart, I do
Withdrew, for something brand new
Someone who would be true
Yes I should find someone who would be true

(Singing)
Cause Ricky needs a love that's true
Truuuuuuuuuuue, oh dear, scooby dooby doo
Scooby doo doo

Then I met Sin,
Sweating the viking
A brown skinned fox, slim just like I like them
"What? Sweating you? Picture that, nerd. Please"
Anyway, the bitch had herpes! (you know)
Imagine me, the fool being the spouse
Doctor said I couldn't catch it unless I got aroused
Found out snooping in her bag what she got
Now why you ain't tell me? You worthless slut!
"Because I loved you at the time and couldn't afford to"
You know homegirl should get the Oscar award for her lying
Anyway, stayed with the creep
One day, Sybil here, talking in her sleep
"Chris, wait," the bum bitch said
So loud till a mother**er fell out the bed
Who the hell is Chris? She putting up resistance
Till I caught her calling the nigger long distance
Had the nerve to dis patch loving
Boy am I lucky that I didn't catch nothing

When I found strength to depart, I do
Withdrew, for something brand new
Someone who would be true
Yes I should find someone who would be true

(Singing)
Cause Ricky needs a love that's true
Truuuuuuuuuuue, truuuuuuuuue
Indeed, I need a love that's true
It seems I need a love that's true
Oh dear, scooby dooby doo
Oh gosh, Scooby doo doo-ooh (doo-ooh)

Though happy I was free
The need for love was still in me
Got to the point where the need for it was killing me
Then I met short here, hanging with my cousin
Found out later how young the bitch was and
Though I done hit it and she opened up a world
And remind me of that song "Go Away, Little Girl"
It had to end because the bitch weren't loyal, and spoiled
"That's because I had you pussy whipped royal"
You see the type of shit the nigger was gonna marry?
You see the type of attitude the BUM BITCH carry?
Like oil and water, impossible mixture
Then temper tantrums came into the picture
Yelling (ahhhh), carrying on bad and cursing
Complete embarassment to The Ruler as a person
"Gimme shorts"
Ruler will not permit you
Then she goes wild, starts breaking up my furniture
Flirts too, excuse me, a whore
Like the world's worst groupie when I brought her on tour

So when I found strength to depart, I do
Withdrew, for something brand new
Someone who would be true
Yes I should find someone who would be true

(Singing)
Cause Ricky needs a love that's true
Truuuuuuuuuuue, truuuuuuuuue
Indeed, I need a love that's true
It seems I need a love that's true
Oh dear, scooby dooby doo
Oh gosh, Scooby doo doo
Ricky needs a love that's true-hoo-hoo

Loretta (Will Smith)

(THIS IS A TRUE STORY)

[CHORUS]

Loretta, wrote a love letter to a stranger thought that he would change her life
Thought she would be his wife OH Loretta
Never ever meant him no danger, her love for his sustained her
Thought that he would change her life
Miss Loretta, a young girl, I never really met her,
A fun girl, a real go-getter, I heard a gold Jetta
A full with books & herb or so I'm told, hooked on my every word
Oh so bold, a love letter cleverly worded in a jacket pocket
Wrapped inside a platinum locket
In the shape of a heart with pictures of me
Had it inscribed, "no us, no him then no me
She fell in love with the Prince of Bel-Air
Fantasy was to see me & to be with me there
So she wrote a love letter to me & then she signed it Loretta
Said, "I gotta go get him, Will is my Soulmate"
We gotta be together how could we not be together
But wait if I send the letter I mean how will I be sure if they give it to him
What if they don't give it to him, that would ruin everything
I gotta take it to him myself

[CHORUS]

She packed all that she owned into the back of her Jetta,
her backpack, her cellphone & a love letter
Most of her stuff was done up with pictures of me on it with a phrase "It's gonna be" on it
Her mother begging her please come home & then Loretta resenting her
Leave me alone Ma! I won't leave my destiny unfulfilled
"You're just jealous be cause Daddy ain't as sweet as my Will",(click)
To the front gate at NBC, in June & July, backstage at MTV,
she would drive anyplace that they'd mention I'd be
Told herself, "strive for love & God eventually
he would give me to her & her to me, this was meant to be
14 months outside every event that I'd be at, she'd still keep missing me
& now she's getting high with more frequency now
rage rumbling inside got to be with me now
then she heard I married Jada, she took her love letter out & wrote down,
"PS - I hate her."

[CHORUS]

Kodak Center, where the Oscars is at, she's sleep getting woke up by the cops in the back
By a dumpster didn't even greet 'em with fear, grinning ear to ear, said "my husband meeting me here"
"You know him, he's nominated for his flick 'Ali' & it'll be hell to pay if you pick on me!"
"Don't put that stick on me!", "Hell no I'm not leaving, get your hands
off me. Don't make those things click on me"
Kicking & screaming, "You intervening, this is fate. Mister. What you mean that I ain't?"
"What you mean it seems like I ain't"
"Ooh, your like my Mom & our love is gonna survive ya'll hate. God gon' take me to my destiny."
"Ya'll only seeing one side of me, Will gon' see the rest of me, he gon' see the best of me."
'If I could only get him next to me, he gon' bring my blessings to me, I know it."

[CHORUS]

Gang's All Here (Heltah Skeltah)




featuring BCC MFC

[?]
Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too long
To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs
And best don't get it twisted
My Magnum Force practice Operation: Lockdown
And don't you clowns ever forget it
The other half'll feel my brother's wrath that we break through
And always been the type to take you there like ?Warren Staples?
Blow spots wit no glock the show stop when domes pop
You should of stayed your**home bop, you got a flow--not

[Illa Noyz]
I set it off on a mission like the Sentinel
Cuz I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin I'm merciful
I wrote a few, journals in my Nocturnal state
Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just cremate
Too late to run and turn to Rev. Run
Some blessin the section, givin them niggas quick trips to heaven
Straight murder wit the unheard-a, lyritifical
Beneficial, that you never pursure the issue
The ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibbles
I kick ass, more than a little, my rhyme riddle
Your mind's a dead veg-e-table when I hit you
Doin like I should do, bringin Noyz to my acquittal

[Steele]
Wit no discrepency, I rip MC wit no referee
Devil tested me, can't let him get the best of me
Wit accuracy, I'll attack an MC
Spittin like I emptied the M-1 from the M-P
Wit no apology, unload on your property causing atrocity
At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy
After you battle me call me your majesty for mastering
The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thing
Tackling the majority, bomb with authority
More than minority, S-T got seniority
Rhymin since Knowledge and Quality wit college degree

(Kill out to all the enemy, we killin all a dem
Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or friend)

[Doc Holliday]
Doc ain't nuttin but the truth, 100% when I get bent
It's possible that I'm mad, forget ? I'm blind, deaf, and mute
To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at
I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip**
Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D-O-C stay shittin
Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my didick
My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it
Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and get it
And one false move, I'm guaranteed to be acquitted

[Lidu Rock]
Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state area
Act up, my MFC niggas'll have to bury ya
Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga
Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake
I cut niggas like class and glass from dirty bottles
Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle
Ghetto role models, so what the ** y'all tellin me
Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies
** sellin trees man, I smoke too much
I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the dutch
Y'all niggas boast too much, about the shit you got
I hope the money save that**when the shit get hot
It's Lidu Rock

[Rock]
Many think I ain't got it in me, cuz I'm plenty-friendly
It could be because I'm skinny
But I'll ** you up like Henny and Remmy
?If any of trash?, we'll I'll scream "gimme"
To any who make it hard to Get Away like Tim or Penny
Semi-auto, wit a swift into your track, ?it cracks?
And creeps morse code, I'm sendin smoke signals
That's how my gats be
Tactics, I crack piece are phenomenal
Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the Bummy Jab wreak
He'll tell ya, the boy cause straight Heltah Skeltah
I got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when I felt her
So don't ** wit my head, got static I'm buckin you dead
I'll bend your body like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed
** what you said, for y'all I got nuttin but lead-o
And stop **in askin me why Ruck cut his dreads
It's up in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest at
In a jet black, Expedition fishin to get some get back

(Kill out to all our enemies, we killin all a dem
Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if it's enemy or friend)

[Rustee Jux]
My militant mind's impervious to submission
Maintain in the rank, glorious in this division
Killa Cartel-N-MFC in collision
The scene could get bloody, two teams wit one mission
I stomps through the crack slums of mother Medina
Push weed to stack funds for my mother Dina
Rustee Jux-man, Brooklyn mercenary
Some say it's rap, some say it's legendary
The pack that run wit me, attack wit guns swiftly
My young legion niggas got smacked on one-fifty
Cold mashin, straight blastin, steady mobbin
I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin

[Supreme]
Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom
Operation generation down to the seeds of your grandson
And blow off like a handgun, hittin niggas at random
Damn son, got love for thugs singin my anthem
I amp them, spittin my raps spectacular
Forever clappin the rapper that's bitin like he Dracula
You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners
I bring disaster to niggas thats claimin they done mastered the
Art, who's the next on my chart to mark
You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start
Big gram and knee low, stay on the d-low
Rollin black in the back of the fat Ex-P-O

[Tek]
Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum
In the gat cabin, Tek we make it happen
You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked when
You start yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin
Straight extorted, like an IRS audit
You never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it?
See you came home frolic, but you show fake love
Like the Feds try to get close and lay down bugs
Try to skate but got schemed on, you had to lay
Didn't know niggas got Desert E's and PK's

[Starang]
Me and my crew ride up and down St. James like a pack of great danes
Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames
Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack flames
Out your**for tryin to laugh and plus play games (word up)
We ain't Connecticut, ain't even sweatin it
Pack up your bags bitch, come wit some better shit
Son them niggas probably home right now, for real regretting it
I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin it
Niggas on my dick so much I brought a saddle
We can take it to the streets(word up word up), bring your heat, battle
For your seven-forty Beamer, wit your shorty Kima in it
If you platinum you can drive me through Manhattan while I hit it
Everywhere I go, I let em know Starang's the shit
Over three-hundred thousand fans and ain't never had a hit
William H. is the name, MFC's the click
Y'all niggas takin us out?, y'all smokin the shit

(Retreat retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over
Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over)

[Ruck]
SEAN P., you better recognize, I be wreckin guys
**in cockroaches still breathin up your pesticides
Like D-Con, see Sean be on some shit from day one
Spray guns at funny style niggas who actin** son
Ruck made the paper, you could turn to page one
Butt-**in your chick wit a motha**in gauge son
Who said that? Ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead that
For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like Craig Mack
I read that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back
?Happen in? person cuz I'm hurtin niggas who said that
You **in wet back, smack you wit the ** med's pack
Then have ** at, the same place I park my Lex at

[Buckshot]
The last black gene, green socks
Serve the fans quick like servin fiend rock
Understand the scene is locked, when you dead bolt
Hit em in the throat, ride em like the jet black colt
Through the jungle, it's another rumble when I set it so free
And flee from his body back to the OGC
I never heard of that nigga, in the first place
I hit him in the worst place, hid the waste
Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer
So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a
Straight give a nigga guillotine shit
Heads come off the ?lean? wit one stroke
Two tokes from the mack tilly
Give a motha**er two to the belly
Stop, look and acting like the shot from your**whippin
Nigga, why you trippin, don't start slippin now
Fool keep flippin

[Rock]
It's not over, it's not over, oh oh

[Louieville Sluggah]
Yo it was on to the next phase
Spit ink on a page, hostile rage
No sugar and sour like lemmonade
Bing came to me in a dream he said "come clean"
So I scalped and praise, I'm on my way
Gat and pick straight out the gate
When I see yo say "you back up on your duty ?"
Yo my mouth spittin arson, new shit is startin
But ain't shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon
Starv like Marv, I'm on the job
First rob and ?slug? motha**ers licked the knob
Be like that, when I clap back time
I feel it deeply, for my niggas I left behind
I rep for mine, here son feel the shine
Can't say no names, cuz all my niggas is on my mind
Yo I'm all about me sonee, hand me money
Ja Ja, and bring yo**here to poppa

[talking and threats to the end]

Davanti Alla TV (Articolo 31)

Rit. - Ho avuto un déjà vue d’avanti alla tv, il normale palinsesto non girava più ho rivisto quei maestri di virtù, che adoravo in gioventù, ho avuto un déjà vue. -
Facevo il solito zapping tra le private e la Rai quando anno detto l’Inter ha comprato Scico Tamai ho visto Cusciai lo presentava Sanpei il togano americano punito da punta di Piter Rei poi ho visto Lamù in uno spot di prevenzionedel virus HIV c’erano lei, Creamy l’angelo tra i fiori Lulu protagonista maschile Luky lu lo spot trattava l’argomento senza tabù, ho visto Grisù diventare pompiere spiegare che se ti sbatti puoi fare ciò che ti pare puoi strare tra realtà e fantasia e anche un Calimero può diventare il Learer della fattoria.
Rit. - Ho avuto un déjà vue d’avanti alla tv, il normale palinsesto non girava più ho rivisto quei maestri di virtù, che adoravo in gioventù, ho avuto un déjà vue. -
Su Mtv c’erano i Cicman che facevano un live, ho il video di Puff Daddy insieme a Licia e i Behive ridisegnavano il mondo i pastelli biselli e acidi o extasy le uniche pillole bon bon di Hilli Bengy e Holly, ha San Siro al forum derbi di pallavolo tra Mimi e Mila e Sciro, Dok Ciak Castoro che fa una diga sul Po per dar fastidio alla Lega, tipo speedy Gonzales Arriba, Arriba, Arriba-Arriba lancia il componente tutti uniti si fa il cik che fa fuori fuori il razzista Mostra Niva ….e
Rit. - Ho avuto un déjà vue d’avanti alla tv, il normale palinsesto non girava più ho rivisto quei maestri di virtù, che adoravo in gioventù, ho avuto un déjà vue.
Lupin assieme a Gighe e Ghemon tirava fuori cibo dalla tasca di Doraemon e Remì che il mondo già se l’era già girato volo con Mazzinga portandolo a chi era affamato poi dopo girato poco dopo vinceva il moto mondiale, George re della foresta e un programma sul degrado anbientale quando lo spettacolo arrivo al clù lo schermo diventò blu e de finito il déjà vue e da allora quando vedo la televisione vado in depressione ma si fa qualcosa maledizione fa na magia come me a farti venire un’idea a tirarmi fuori da sto schermo che mi sento in trincea chiama Ceamy, Giobì, Lady Oscar, Peri, Conariù, tornato in Tv voglio il déjà vue.
Rit. - Ho avuto un déjà vue d’avanti alla tv, il normale palinsesto non girava più ho rivisto quei maestri di virtù, che adoravo in gioventù, ho avuto un déjà vue.
Rit. - Ho avuto un déjà vue d’avanti alla tv, il normale palinsesto non girava più ho rivisto quei maestri di virtù, che adoravo in gioventù, ho avuto un déjà vue.
Ho avuto un déjà vue d’avanti alla tv, Ho avuto un déjà vue d’avanti alla tv, Ho avuto déjà vue vu d’avanti alla tv, il normale palinsesto non girava più ho rivisto quei maestri di virtù, che adoravo in gioventù, ho avuto un déjà vue, déjà vue, Ho avuto déjà vue vu d’avanti alla tv, Ho avuto un déjà vue d’avanti alla tv,
Déjà vue

It's Showtime! (David Lee Roth)

Lights, camera, action
There's a star upon your door
Have your machine call my machine
We'll do lunch on the cutting floor
We're over budget
98 percent not there
And when the back door hits you
Where the good Lord split you
Tell us honey, who does your hair?
How does he do it?
Why's he do it?
Yes, it's true
The flavor of the month is you
And it's practice, practice, practice
Just to get to Carnegie
We'll need 10 percent,
and that's off the top
Gross, not net to me
Get it on,

Honey 'cause It's Showtime!
Just play the song,
Baby 'cause It's Showtime!
Produce me daddy,
Takin' 8 to the bar
Big, bigger, biggest
With the right lighting you'll go far
Here today, gone late today
And it's club dates in the sticks
And you're beautiful babe, don't never shave
No prob, we'll fix it in the mix
Just leave your name and number in
the dumpster when you're through,
Oh yeah

Don't call us, we'll call you
Oscar, Grammy, triple whammy
Cut, and that's the take
Quit complainin', where's my agent?
Don't you know how much I make?
Get it on,
Baby 'cause It's Showtime!
Just play the song,
Baby 'cause It's Showtime!
Leave your name and number
in the dumpster when you're thru,
Oh yeah

Don't call us, we'll call you
And it's play it like they paid ya
And your photo goes on the car wash wall
But somehow it's all worth it
When you hear that curtain call

It's Showtime!
Oh, Baby 'cause It's Showtime!
Oh yeah, just play the song,
Baby 'cause It's Showtime!
Oh yeah, let's get it on,
'Cause It's Showtime!
Oh yeah, people,
'Cause It's Showtime!
Hit it!

South Of The Border (Cappadonna)




Rzarector in the shadow
Tru Master in the shadow
Golden Arms in the shadow
12 O'clock in the shadow
Verse 1:
Crushed off the bag of dope I felt pity
My cold thoughts evole around New York City
Evidence ?sir? in the tunnel where the train enter
Be the gat from the old time 86 crime opposites attract
My electrical shine ?ok? polly see me downtown
2 blue cops wit Rollie Fingers
We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers
Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers
Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows
My rap shot's hot but suppose you get
Caught up in the mix, a ?non fix? of convicts
Conflict the prejudice, unrealistic
Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit
2 face, they cliques be getting rubbed like vicks
Right off the dirty water, south of the border
Reporters and cotten bald heads paid they quarters
To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting
The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm
Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist
My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the ** of it
Travel wit the rich, politic
Put your money on my dick
Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy
Park Hill, Staten Island seal
Rock the real to real, we ?high hill deep?
Creep, sweep beats off they feet
Teach in the cracks of the street
My family incomplete unless the Abbot in the seat
South of the border
Shaolin in the shadow
Medina in the shadow
The Emerald City in the shadow
Verse 2:
Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound
Splash you, I'm still the best in town
Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment
My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent
More time is spent wise
Chambers of the Orient franchise, we fat like thighs
Too much french fries, not enough shake
Rza blow orchestra earthquake
No set date
Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake
Industries bug out
Hit Madison Square house, roll the red rug out
I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South
South of the Border







No Se Bibe Così (Squallor)

…Vedi che sto in diretta… dammi il cavo, dammi il cavo…
Butta il cavo, butta…. Ahi! Così, lo butti?… Che maniere…
Sto in diretta? Vai. Vado?
Futile, ci sei?
Signore e signori buonasera, quella che ormai era tradizionalmente nota come la tr… la premiazione degli Oscar, scusate la papera iniziale (Qua! Qua! Qua! Qua! Qua!) era, era quella che viene definita oggi la serata mondiale degli Oscar. Il famoso cantante Oscar distribuirà i premi anzitempo. Coadiuvato da me sarà il famoso radiocronista pagato, strapagato, del mondo, il famoso Futile. E darei a te la linea, Futile, se tu vedi la platea. Futile? Ci sei?

B… B… B… Grdini… So… Sono qui so… sul ponte sventola bandiera bian… ca.
Vedo il palco, ci sono due donne, due valè… e un re.
Scarta il primo re, gli arriva un altro re. Ha fatto un full. (risate)

Rigattieri, sii più preciso, no… non capiamo qui, scusami, lo scatto nervoso.
Devi essere più preciso, descrivi le toilette delle signore.

Sì… la… qui le toilette sono affollate…

Non le toilette de…
Quella che sentite è sempre la voce del cantante solista, perché è rimasto da solo da vent'anni,
il famoso cantante Gi Si Pì, C'è scassat'o cazzo…
Tenterei ora qui dalla postazione numero quattro di descrivere il testo:
per tanto tempo ha sfruttato la moglie e gli ha preso i soldi,
ha mangiato molto tempo sulla melanzana e poi ha ammazzato la paloma,
questo è il concetto del testo che il cantautore pentito cerca di ripetere qui ah…
con dei gesti che sembrano delle cose non… non consone… non consoni… come si dice?
Non consonali al programma che viene avanti da…
Alcuni spettatori stanno per azzannarlo con dei dobermann, dei cani afghani,
la polizia a stento trattiene la folla,
sono intervenuti i violini in questo momento per distaccare quello che, ormai,
qui, in Spagna, a Madrid, la moda del momento: Azzanna Il Cantante.
Dopo Iglesias e Miguel Bosè, in Spagna è diventato di moda Azzanna Il Cantante,
una trasmissione che va in onda dalle sette alle sette e dieci,
il cantante ha il tempo giusto di cantare una canzone perché dopo viene sbranato
dalle persone che sono qui. Hanno importato anche dall'Africa alcuni cannibali
per far sì che il lavoro venga bene.

Ce n'amm' a ja, qua s'è mess' male… Piglia le valigie che andiamo…

Devo chiudere… Futile, mi dai il… il via, che devo chiudere qui?
La trasmissione è stata offerta da "Stappa Un Cretino!".
Buonasera. Buonanotte, buonanotte.

(Il testo cantato da Totò Savio)

No se bibe così
No se bibe muriendo
No se bibe cantando sperando muriendo
Sentiendo de ti

Una ves cada mas
Un amor para dos
Un canino perdudo, una mora spaccada
Moriendo de ti
Io te quiero un malor
Alla vuelta del sol
Io te quiero un aligno, una favas de legno,
una sola illusion

Illusion para ti
Illusion para mi
Me parece una viese
Pariendo un barese
Una recchia de ti

Por tanto tiempo si sfruttamos de st'amor
Marecando la palanca
Uno sbagnero nos sparemos nos sparemos
Dopo una paloma blanca
d'esperanza io te pienso
alla fine deste mas

No se bibe così
No se muere così
Me parece una vesa
Pariendo un barese
Una recchia de ti

No se bibe così, no, no se bibe così…
No se bibe cantando sperando muriendo
Sentiendo de ti

Una ves cada mas
Un amore para dos
Un canino perdudo, una mora spaccada
Moriendo de ti
Io te quiero un malor
Alla vuelta del sol
Io te quiero un aligno, una favas de legno,
una sola illusion

No se bibe così
No se bibe muriendo
No se bibe cantando sperando muriendo
Sentiendo de ti

Una ves cada mas
Un amor para dos
Un canino perdudo, una mora spaccada
Moriendo de ti
Io te quiero un malor
Alla vuelta del sol
Io te quiero un aligno, una favas de legno,
una sola illusion

Illusion para ti
Illusion para mi
Me parece una vese
Pariendo un barese
Una recchia de ti

Por tanto tiempo si sfruttamos de st'amor
Marecando la palanca
Uno sbagnero nos sparemos nos sparemos
Dopo una paloma blanca
d'esperanza io te pienso
alla fine deste mas

No se bibe così
No se bibe muriendo
No se bibe cantando sperando muriendo
sfruttando de ti

No se bibe così…

Que Te Lo Jumah! (SFDK)

No se si es hambre o que me estoy cagando
solo se que este calambre me inpide que ande y estoy flipando
menos mal que todo va deprisa, cuando el jefe avisa ,"client vip del telepizza"
gran noticia, entonces todo se armoniza, pagara usted en efectivo o con visa,
le regalamos una sonrisa, o dos bebidas isotonicas ,ademas de 100 pesetas en tarjetas telefonicas,
no se moleste, ofertas las conozco toas, solo ponga champiñones, ternera y salsa barbacoa,
y digale al repartidor que con la prisa no se confunda de planta y le de mi pizza a la marisa,
10 minutos mas tarde un vespino rojo cruza la avenida y arde ,en direccion ami quely
ahora toca ser cobarde, en lugar de perder la cara porque vienen dos con un yog a robarle,
comienza la pelicula taxi en pinomontano, huele a estopa quemada ,aqui llorar no sirve de nada,
es plata quemada ,lo que fuman los horteros, a sonado el portero, y si no es por el juan no me entero
sana y salva ,mi pizza yega a mi casa, el oscar ya esta dando voces feroces por la terraza
con el rollo del euro no se que dar de propina ,ademas dije masa gruesa y me la pusieron fina,
error en la cocina, la reparticion bendita , mitad pa mi, mitad pa mi gordita, largo las manos las quita ,yenemos el techo de estalactitas gapos verde, gapos verde.
que lo jumah! (pasame una calá)que lo jumah! (no me calma na)que lo jumah! (nada pa volar)que lo jumah! que lo jumah! que lo jumah! (pasame una calá)que lo jumah! (no me calma na)que lo jumah! (nada pa volar)que lo jumah! que lo jumah! que te lo jumah!

Honeysuckle Highway (Ian Dury And The Blockheads )

Exploring every avenue of love
On the Honeysuckle Highway
Eschewing every vestige of regret we gaily slip along
Displaying all the evidence of mirth
On the Daffodyllic Byway
And needing no excuse to have a laugh
Cos we're doing nothing wrong

You want magic?
I'll provide it
You want daydream?
I'm inside it
You want mystery?
It will find you
You've got a moonbeam
Right behind you

Cruising down Carnality Canal
In my canoe can I canoodle?
Rounding every bending that
We're wending in a loopy disarray
Evincing all the properties of rapture
With a sybaritic splendour
And shedding every nagging little footle
That is getting in the way

You want magic?
I can do it
You want lovelight?
Nothing to it
You want everything to be groovy?
You got me now,
Let's get moving

Come with me where the air is free
And spirits can in harmony unite
Swim with me in the Rainbow Sea
We're strangers to catastrophe tonight

Where all the clocks tell different times
And no-one finds the time to be uptight
Where sweet suggestions grow on trees
And love explodes as well indeed it might

Exploring every avenue of love
On the Honeysuckle Highway
And needing no excuse to have a laugh
Cos we're doing nothing wrong

You want magic?
Well, you've got it
You want licence?
I forgot it
You want romance?
Let's get busy
I've got magic
To make you dizzy

Come with me to the special place
The first thing you get on your face, a smile
As secrets flourish in their space
So love will cherish every grace and style

When pressure's on another case
We get along without a trace of bile
Though memories we'll ne'er erase
Our happiness can run apace meanwhile

You wore a bandana,
I wore navy blue
We met in Havana
At quarter past two
Across the Savannah
And down to the beach
You munched a banana,
I nibbled a peach

You played a small solo,
I muffled a drum
You offered a polo,
I stuck with my gum
I danced a light polka,
You threw a few hoops
I was Oscar Homolka,
You were Marjorie Proops


Video


Video de cuando llegò el Hno. Oscar Medina a nuestra congregaciòn. Celebraciòn 20 años de Pastorado.




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