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My two favorite Tik Tok parodies
Sing Talk By collegehumor Wake up every morning and I just can’t see Why everybody in the world is rich and famous but me I mean, I’m young and I’m hot, and I want to make money But when it comes to talents, I just don’t have any I’m talking – I can’t sing a god damn note! Can’t design or sew Can’t even get a reality show All I can do is talk to a lame beat Wait a minute, this sounds kinda sweet I think I made a new genre of music [Chorus] Sing Talk Gotta Rock Can’t Believe I Pulled This Off So Tight Hip Hop Light Its like rapping but not quite Sing Talk – I’m On Top 15 Minutes On My Clock Woah-oh oh oh Woah-oh oh oh [Verse Two] I tried to learn clarinet but I didn’t get far I tried ballet but I couldn’t even stand at the bar Took a baking class and can’t legally say what went down But if there was money in arson I would be rich by now! Instead I open my Mac Book Pro (pro) Talk into the microphone (phone) Then run it through some Auto-Tunes What comes out isn’t really music But I still have a number one hit Doesn’t that just make you sick? Doesn’t that just make you – [Chorus] Sing Talk At The Top Of The Charts Who Would Of Thought Life Is So Nice I’m like Lady Gaga, right? Sing talk! Bratty rock God, I hope this never stops, no Oh oh whoa oh! Oh oh whoa oh! [Breakdown] Now this is what I sound like raw All filters off It’s the real me You had enough It sound real rough I should give up! Wait I just remembered I can’t do anything else! [Chorus] Sing Talk Watch Me Rock A Musician, No I’m Not My Life Is So Tight Good thing I failed outta grad school, right? Sing talk! Whiney pop Sound like a bitchy, gay robot, oh Oh oh whoa oh! Oh oh whoa oh! Hahahaha! Glitter Puke by Key of Awesome Wake In Looking Greener Then Shrek (Where's That Donkey?) Sleeping In A Tub Can Really Mess Up Your Neck.Before I Leave I Stop To Vomit Up Taquiela & Glitter.It Seems I'm Spending Every Moring With My Head In The Shitter. Got Vomet Up My Hair(Hair)But i'm way to sick to care care.Now I'm Falling Down The Stairs.I I I Pull Myself Off The Floor(Floor)Then Im almost out the door but My Family Is Waitiing For ME! Oh Crap Not Again It an InterVention! It's Cool,i'm Fine I Can Stop At Anytime. (Dad)That's A Lie You wont Try Now You've Made Your Mother Cry,Look! (mom) Oh-oh-oh-oh(oh-oh-oh-oh) I'm Outta Here! This Is Queer I Just Drink a couple Beers! (Mom) Don't Leave! We Love You. We Even Hired Dr.Drew (Dr. Drew)This Pattern Needs To End, (Kesha)I Think I Have To Puke Again! Oh-Oh-Oh-Ue Ou-Ou-Ohue So I Decide To Stay,But My Head Is Still Realling. Then They All Go Down The Line Talking Bout Their Fellings. (Brother)It Makes Me Sad When I See You Brush You Teeth With Jack. Also You Borrow My Gold Bike & Never Gave It Back. (Dad)Stop Showing Off Your Butt.Butt. Your Making Young Girls Act Like Sluts,Sluts & Your Staring To Get A Beer Gut,Beer Gut, (Dr. Drew)This Behaiver Is a Dead End. & P-Diddy Is Not Your Friend. You'll End Up Like Lindsey Lohan-Lo-lo-lo-lo-Lohan. (Kesha)This Is Wack! I Feel Traped! (Dr.Drew)We Want The Old Ke$ha Back. (Kesha)Screw You! Dr.drew & Your Stupid Camera Crew! (Mom)Hey You Don't Have To Shout Were Just Trying To Help You Out! Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh (kesha)Okay!It's Time You Know This Is Just A Video! I Don't Drink Or Pee In Sinks It's What I Want My Fans To Think. It's All An Act! And in fact,It's even in my Contract. (Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh We Didn't Know Oh) Ah-hahaha |
"A Beautiful Mess," by Jason Mraz You've got the best of both worlds You're the kind of girl that can take down a man And lift him back up again You are strong but you're needy Humble but you're greedy Based on your body language Your shouted cursive I've been reading Your style is quite selective Though your mind is rather reckless Well, I guess it just suggests That this is just what happiness is What a beautiful mess this is It's like picking up trash in dresses Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write Kind of turn themselves into knives And don't mind my nerve, you can call it fiction 'Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear 'Cause here we are, here we are Although you were biased, I love your advice Your comebacks, they're quick And probably have to do with your insecurities There's no shame in being crazy Depending on how you take these words They're paraphrasing the relationship we're staging And it's a beautiful mess, yes it is It's like we're picking up trash in dresses Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say Kind of turn themselves into blades And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard But it's nice to see that we played in the dirt 'Cause here, here we are, here we are We're still here And what a beautiful mess this is It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes And through timeless words in priceless pictures We'll fly like birds not of this earth And tides they turn and hearts disfigure But that's no concern when we're wounded together And we tore our dresses and we stained our shirts But it's nice today, oh, the wait was so worth it |
Fist Wrapped In Blood Silverstein Come on! Finish me off, follow the plan. Break all the bonds, sever the ties. And now your mission is complete, Find and destroy me. Torturing me, with words from your lips. Filleting my skin, pulling my teeth. Please forgive me for not being good enough. Drown your sorrows in my pain And it's something you can't explain. When I'm choking on words you'll never say, And you'll never feel the same. SAME! Bound and gagged, I cannot move or speak these things I want to say I couldn't describe them anyway. So if I had it all again, If I could start from the first words I ever said, I would do it all the same. Drown your sorrows in my pain And it's something you can't explain. When I'm choking on words you'll never say, And you'll never feel the same. Your joy is my pain. My fingers are yours to cut off And my bones are yours to shatter in pieces. My teeth are yours to pull out And my soul is yours to slowly rip apart. I can't trust anyone I meet. From now on, my chest Feels more like a fist wrapped in blood. |
Smashed Into Pieces Silverstein Never again I'll slit my throat With the knife I pulled out of my spine Maybe when you find out that I'm dead You'll realize what you did to me And if my lungs still let me breathe, Will you be there for me? If i can make myself believe, I'll give you back what you took away No, i wont let it go Douse myself in gasoline So don't Save me when you come into the fire I'd rather die Than have to see your smile And if my lungs still let me breathe, Will you be there for me? If i can make myself believe, I'll give you back what you took away You made me swear You made me swear I, I can't sleep Realize all these things that you took from me Smash my heart (you made me swear) Into dust (you made me swear) Suffocate my mind (you made me swear) Tear at me from inside (you made me swear) Smash apart what you created How can I ever stop you from crushing my soul? It was, It was yours to begin with And If my lungs still let me breathe, Will you be there for me? If I can make myself believe, I'll give you back what you took away |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=maAyfcO-X3k
and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4QL0L9fgbg are my two favorite songs of all time. |
"I'm Your Man," by Leonard Cohen If you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love, I'll wear a mask for you If you want a partner, take my hand Or if you want to strike me down in anger Well, here I stand I'm your man If you want a boxer, I will step into the ring for you And if you want a doctor, I'll examine every inch of you And if you want a driver, climb inside Or if you want to take me for a ride, you know that you can I'm your man The moon's too bright, the chain's too tight The beast won't go to sleep I've been running through these promises to you That I made and could not keep But a man never got a woman back Not by begging on his knees I'd crawl to you baby and I'd fall at your feet I'd howl at your beauty like a dog in heat And I'd claw at your heart and I'd tear at your sheet I'd say please, please, I'm your man And if you've got to sleep a moment on the road, I will steer for you And if you want to work the streets alone, I'll disappear for you If you want a father for your child or only want to walk with me awhile Across the sand, I'm your man If you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love, I'd wear a mask for you |
"I Will Never Love You More," by SoKo I will never love you more than the drummer of Flaming Lips I will never love you more than Woody Allen movies I will never love you more than the White album of the Beatles I will never love you more than God only knows I will never love you more than DVD's night with my girlfriend And we talk about stupid things like feelings and men I will never love you more than my boyfriend when I was 14 Even if he's now an asshole, I will never love you more And you say, you love me more than everything And compared to me everything is nothing... I will never love you more than meeting Paul McCartney And we asked him to play a song on my ukulele I will never love you more than my Scandinavian Tour Which was more than paradise, I wish you remember it too I will never love you more than dancing to Phil Spektor I will never love you more than my Casiotone keyboard. I will never love you more than Daniel Johnston himself For me he's more than God, I will never love you more And you say, you love me more than everything And compared to me everything is nothing Ohh this is sweet, I just wonder what it means You say you love me more, than all the girls you have had before Even more than music, even more than yourself Even more than everything, but it's just a lie So I will never love you more, than anything I will never love you more than singing in the shower I will never love you more than my Mac computer I will never love you more than having a daughter I will never love you more than peanut butter I will never love you more than kisses all day I will never love you more than cuddles all night I will never love you more than kissing girls lips when they're really pretty I will never love you more I will never love you more |
This is one of my favorite songs, made by an korean rapper called "outsider", he's one of the fastest rappers in the world
 Well, he's the best rapper I've heard, not only is he so damn fast but it's so sad too  This is an english translation and the orginal lyrics and song can be heard here : www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eMVFYp-Zjg Outsider - Loner is there anyone to heal my wound if i leave it alone, it's going to continually get worse i'm really scared of love and people i'm afraid of being alone, i'm afraid of being forgotten is there anyone to heal my wound if i leave it alone, it's going to continually get worse i'm really scared of love and people i'm afraid of being alone, i'm afraid of being forgotten always a loner, i close the door to my heart bearing my sadness on my back, i live like a fool i close my eyes and cover my ears i lock myself in the gloomy darkness 365 days, all year long, i wander jack sparrow holds the rudder, chasing my spirit the raging hurricane, tightening my belt a rapper who forfeited his orientation and lost his way i fight again with the other me who's hiding inside me when she left, she told me 'even when you're next to me, it's like you're not there" a blade-like love that brushes off when you touch it it was a cold love where my heart froze over yeah, living for one minute, one second is not living everyday, i fear every day m'aidez! someone, pull me out Outsider Outsider always a loner, i close the door to my heart bearing my sadness on my back, i live like a fool i close my eyes and cover my ears i lock myself in the gloomy darkness always a loner, i close the door to my heart bearing my sadness on my back, i live like a fool i close my eyes and cover my ears i lock myself in the gloomy darkness when i faced our farewell that came without warning, afraid that i'd be alone again, i ignored it the past times that i yearn for even in my dreams hoping for those times to return to me, with an earnest heart i prayed every night the arrow of memories that pulled the bowstring and left my hand it flies endlessly towards the far target i'm asking you to come back to me, to hold onto my hand no matter how many times i call you, though i endlessly shout for you there's no response from you in my memories, no matter how much i struggle to erase your existence every night, in my dreams, she appears, wiping away my falling tears what should i do? say that everything is ok? lie to myself? i can't take this anymore! when it hurts, i hurt too. when it's sad, i'm sad too my frozen heart keeps accusing me really, it's the end. really, i'm okay. the tears that i've held in keeps pouring down on me is there anyone to heal my wound if i leave it alone, it's going to continually get worse i'm really scared of love and people i'm afraid of being alone, i'm afraid of being forgotten is there anyone to heal my wound if i leave it alone, it's going to continually get worse i'm really scared of love and people i'm afraid of being alone, i'm afraid of being forgotten always a loner, i close the door to my heart bearing my sadness on my back, i live like a fool i close my eyes and cover my ears i lock myself in the gloomy darkness always a loner, i close the door to my heart bearing my sadness on my back, i live like a fool i close my eyes and cover my ears i lock myself in the gloomy darkness |
"All Fires," by Swan Lake You have a father There is another You have a sister There are no brothers. You have good friends You have a lover When friendships end You will still love her But it's Teresa they love the best. There was a flood A world of water The mason's wife Swam for her daughter. One thousand people Did what they could. They found the steeple And tore out the wood. Five hundred pieces Means five hundred float. One thousand people means Five hundred don't. And it's Teresa they love the best. I've said it before, And I'll say it again. All fires have to burn alive. All fires have to burn alive. From near his heart, He took a rib. All fires have to burn alive to live. From near his heart, He took a rib. All fires have to burn alive to live. So it's Teresa that I love the best. |
"Diamonds and Rust," by Joan Baez Well, I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit, hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember Your eyes were bluer than robin's egg My poetry was lousy, you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the Midwest Ten years ago, I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The madonna was yours for free Yes, the girl on the half-shelf Would keep you unharmed Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window of that crummy hotel over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me, we both could have died then and there Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes, I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid |
"You and I," by Ingrid Michaelson
don't you worry, there my honey we might not have any money but we've got our love to pay the bills maybe I think you're cute and funny, maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you, if you know what I mean Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance let's get rich and build our house on a mountain making everybody look like ants from way up there, you and I, you and I well you might be a bit confused and you might be a little bit bruised but baby how we spoon like no one else so I will help you read those books if you will soothe my worried looks and we will put the lonesome on the shelf oh let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance let's get rich and build our house on a mountain making everybody look like ants from way up there you and I, you and I This is actually the nicest song I've ever heard. |
I just go "aww" over this everytime I hear it.
"Maybelline," by The Dozen Dimes Hey Maybelline, don't you wanna be the girl of my dreams? Don't you wanna run away from all you've known before Ride the tides of ocean shores See the sunset fade over the mountain tops ahead? Oh hey Maybelline, don't you wanna be loved? Hey Maybelline, don't you want a break from this old routine? Don't you wanna fly so high above the clouds and trees Learn a thing from birds and bees See the morning rise over the ocean up ahead? Oh hey Maybelline, don't you wanna be loved? I'm pretty shy so I wrote you this letter Folded it up, snuck it into your sweater And I realize you could probably do better And everybody says "just move on and forget her" I know it's a long shot, but I needed to say Hey Maybelline, don't you wanna be the girl of my dreams? Don't you wanna run away from all you've known before Ride the tides of ocean shores See the sunset fade over the mountain tops ahead? Oh hey Maybelline, don't you wanna be loved? |
Double-posting because summer's over and this song's just terribly accurate.
"TV Trays," by Death Cab For Cutie Summer's gone I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall Overworked and now I'm all used up This TV haze sucks me through I watch the world from the inside Overworked and now I'm all used up Final drag fills my lungs and makes me high They fill up as I bottom out Steering wheels, watch them driving Driving with some place to go I'd steer myself, but I don't have a route Working on demand, no ice cream man Or beaches filled with sand While the TV trays Wasted summer days slowly slipping away But you're so little help When days are slow And I'm down inside I'll have to go You're so little help When months are slow When I'm down inside Summer's gone I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall Overworked and now I'm all used up This TV haze sucks me through I watch the world from the inside Overworked and now I'm all used up Working on demand, no ice cream man Or beaches filled with sand While the TV trays Wasted summer days slowly slipping away But you're so little help When days are slow And I'm down inside I have to go You're so little help When years are slow When I'm down inside I'm down inside I'm down inside I'm down inside |
"To Bobby With Flowers," by Joan Baez (written about Bob Dylan when he and Joan Baez dated) I'll put flowers at your feet And I will sing to you so sweet And hope my words will carry home to your heart You left us marching on the road And said how heavy was the load But the years were young The struggle barely at its start Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? They're crying for you See the children in the morning light, Bobby? They're dying No one could say it like you said it We'd only try and just forget it You stood alone upon the mountain 'Til it was sinking And in a frenzy, we tried to reach you With looks and letters we would beseech you Never knowing what, where, or how you were thinking Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? They're crying for you See the childrne in the morning light, Bobby? They're dying Perhaps the pictures in the Times Could no longer be put in rhymes When all the eyes of starving children are wide open You cast aside the cursed crown And put your magic into a sound That made me think your heart was aching Or even broken But if God hears my complaint, he will forgive you And so will I, with all respect, I'll just relive you And likewise you must understand these things we give you Like these flowers at your door And scribbled notes about the war We're only saying that time is short And there is work to do And we're still marching on the streets With little victories and big defeats But there is joy and there is hope And there's a place for you And you have heard the voices in the night, Bobby They're crying for you See the children in the morning light, Bobby? They're dying |
Save Him by Justin Nozuka, sad song but it's sooo good
 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bu9M6Shva5w)She loves him more he loves her more seems like they aint never let each other go laughin and kissin it's a match made in heaven behind the rings on their fingers imprints the ink deep in the inner that has stained their souls' together now stained 'soul mates' forever now Seems like they've made it to the other side where the grass is greener and the sky is always blue and it goes on forever and forever but there is only room for two Deep at night I'm awakened from my dreams next door yelling cries mercy she is begging please don't end my life your all I need and darlin I will never leave and then she prayed on her knees she said 'Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on' 'Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on' 'Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on' 'Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on' Dark clouds cover her paradise she covers her eyes and hides behind enemy lines and she walks through the night with her child in her arms she's thrown back hostaged see twenty years ago when she was just ten years old lost in imagination she was left alone And Paps had nothing to let his anger on oh he beat her cold yes he did he beat her cold She used to prey on her knees and said 'Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on' 'Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on' 'Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on' 'Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on' Deep at night I'm awakened from my dreams next door yellin cries mercy she's beggin please get up, get up he brings her to her feet and smacks her down till she falls to the ground Oh and over and over again he brings her to her feet till she can no longer stand oh and still the beating never ends oh on and on and on it goes Until he brings out a gun And says to her "stop crying and bring me my son'' She cries harder and harder he cries harder and harder she says "baby please don't, don't do this oh two shots to her chest and a blow to his own head She quickly loses breath and blood rushes to their bed and baby cries, he cries his eyes out 'Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on' 'Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on' 'Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on' 'Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on' She loves him more he loves her more seems like they ain't never let each other go laughin and kissin it's a match made in heaven |
BAD ROMANCE-LADY GAGA
Rah rah ah-ah-ah! Ro mah ro-mah-mah Gaga Ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance Walk-Walk fashion baby Work it move that bitch crazy Walk-Walk fashion baby Work it move that bitch crazy Walk-Walk fashion baby Work it move that bitch crazy Walk-Walk fashion baby Work it I’m a free bitch baby I want your love And I want your revenge I want your love I don’t wanna be friends J'veux ton amour Et je veux ton revenge J'veux ton amour I don't wanna be friends |
"Good Morning, Magpie," by Murder By Death A seam across the sky As if it was torn The sky is filling With flocks and swarms They burst through the branches They tumble and fall Little gods surveying their worlds Examining it all My wings are dusted With frost and cold For a little thing like you I'm too heavy a load You'll struggle and falter Amble around Just follow some other storm Cause I'll only weigh you down You carry me home My love Still you carry me home Little dove A change in the winds Smoke on the breeze The sky is filled With the scent of burning leaves The vapors rise From the glen in the east Where the path is clear for you and me You carry me home My love Still you carry me home Little dove You'll ride towards the sun As it guides you home But don't be afraid,little bird You aren't alone A hoard of friends Will keep darkness at bay You're the needle In the hay I'll take you with a steady hand Make the seam reborn The rip will be sewn up again By the same hand that had it torn You carry me home My love Still you carry me home Little dove Still you carry me home My love Still you carry me home Little dove Hear it approaching The shuffle of feet The clamor of metal And hounds in heat We'll steal away To the glen in the east Where the path is clear For you and me |
"Did You Get My Message?" by Jason Mraz Did you get my message? The one that I left While I was trying to condense everything Into a minute or less when I called to confess And make all of my stresses go bye-bye Did you get my message? You didn't, I guess 'Cause if you did, you would have called me with your sweet intent And we could give it a rest instead of beating our breasts And making all of the pressure go sky-high Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send? Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take And come back together again with a whole new meaning And a brand new sense completely unrelated to the one I sent? Did you get my message? Did you get my message? Did you get my message or not? Uh oh, where did it go, must have bypassed your phone And fallen right out of the window Oh well, how can I tell? Should I call the operator? Maybe she'd know the info Whether or not if my message you got was too much or too late to reply Why not try this for a fact? Should you ever come back, I'd relax and be relieved of all my panic attacks Well, did you get my message? Did you get my message? Did you get my message or not? Did you get my message, the one that I left When I was trying to condense everything that I meant? Now the moment has passed, not much sand in the glass And I'm standing to lose my mind Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send? Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take And come back together again with a whole new meaning To the matter of our love's defense? At least be sympathetic to the time I spent Did you get my message or not? Did you get my message? Did you get my message? Did you get my message? No, I didn't hear a word, baby Did you get my message? And I'm not gonna believe your lies anymore Come on and answer the question I don't hear a thing from you and you keep saying you're calling Did you get my message that I wanna get back with you? Did you get my message, love, that I wanna reconnect with you? Did you get my message, sugar, should have by now I did not hear one thing you say you said Why don't you answer the phone? |
Have I posted this one before?
"Hugo," by The Tellers Hugo the spider put his hat on Stole four pairs of shoes and left the attic and his Mum Well he's fooling around with a bumblebee Talking about love for two pounds twenty Hugo come back, Hugo come back Love is a trap, love is a trap Well, Hugo come back, Hugo come back Hugo come back and listen to your friends Cause love's always a trap in the end Hugo the spider lost in the city Nothing to eat and his bag is too heavy Full of disillusion Hugo fell asleep And got crushed by a bike's white wheel Hugo come back, Hugo come back Love is a trap, love is a trap Hugo come back, Hugo come back Hugo come back and listen to your friends Cause love's always a trap in the end Hugo you are not one of those fools I beg you please don't follow their rules And Hugo I beg you please would you come back to me Cause love is a trap, it's a trap Hugo come back, Hugo come back Love is a trap, love is a trap Well Hugo come back, Hugo come back Hugo come back and listen to your friends Cause love's always a trap in the end And Hugo the spider put his hat on Stopped for a pair of shoes And left the attic and his Mum Well he's fooling around with a bumble bee Talking about love for two pounds twenty And Hugo your Mother, well she put her hat on Spat on every girl and said goodbye to her beloved son Hugo's not back, Hugo's not back That was a trap, that was a trap Hugo's not back, Hugo's not back That was a trap (ain't it) Hugo's not back, no doubt it's the end Cause that was a trap again Hugo come back, Hugo come back Hugo come back, Hugo come back Hugo come back, Hugo come back Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh ohhh |
Can't Help Falling In Love," by Elvis Presley Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you |
"Starlett Johansson," by The Teenagers
I know you're born in '84 Half Polish, half Danish You started at eight on Broadway You're a star You don't believe in monogamy I'm not jealous, Scarlett will you marry me All you've got, you can like it But what I am, you will love it You whisper at horses' ears I always find it exciting I'm scared by spiders too I never managed to blame you I'll sell my mum to be lost with you Lost in Tokyo or anywhere else I wish I'd been invited At your party in Disneyland You don't believe in monogamy I'm not jealous, Scarlett will you marry me All you've got, you can like it But what I am, you will love it You don't believe in monogamy I'm not jealous, Scarlett will you marry me All you've got, you can like it But what I am, you will love it Oh when I noticed for Jared Leto I felt sad for 30 seconds Oh when I noticed for Josh Hartnett I prayed for 40 nights You don't believe in monogamy I'm not jealous, Scarlett will you marry me All you've got, you can like it But what I am, you will love it You don't believe in monogamy I'm not jealous, Scarlett will you marry me All you've got, you can like it But what I am, you will love it Hilarious. |
"Hey Mama," by Kanye West
(Hey Mama), I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz I'm so proud of you Let me tell you what I'm about to do, (Hey Mama) I know I act a fool but, I promise you I'm goin back to school I appreciate what you allowed for me I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama) I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine This little light of mine and I'm finna let it shine I'm finna take yall back to them better times I'm finna talk about my mama if yall don't mind I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold You fixed me up something that was good for my soul Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl? You work late nights just to keep on the lights Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike And you would give anything in this world Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl And you never put no man over me And I love you for that mommy cant you see? Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes Cuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies, then I started to cry As we knelt on the kitchen floor I said mommy Imma love you till you don't hurt no more And when I'm older, you aint gotta work no more And Imma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford See you're, unbreakable, unmistakable Highly capable, lady that's makin loot A livin legend too, just look at what heaven do Send us an angel, and I thank you (Hey Mama) Forrest Gump mama said, life is like a box of chocolates My mama told me go to school, get your doctorate Somethin to fall back on, you could profit with But still supported me when I did the opposite Now I feel like it's things I gotta get Things I gotta do, just to prove to you You was getting through, can the choir please Give me a verse of "You, Are So Beautiful To Me" Can't you see, you're like a book of poetry Maya Angelou, Nicky Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommy Come on mommy just dance wit me, let the whole world see your dancing feet Now when I say Hey, yall say Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey Mama) I guess it also depends tho, if my ends low Second they get up you gon get that Benzo Tint the windows, ride around the city and let ya friends know (Hey Mama) Tell your job you gotta fake em out Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out To a restaurant, upper echelon Imma get you a jag, whatever else you want Just tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like? Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday For me to just call and say (Hey Mama) I just love this so much. |
"New York State of Mind," by Billy Joel
Some folks like to get away Take a holiday from the neighborhood Hop a flight to Miami Beach Or out to Hollywood But I'm taking a Greyhound On the Hudson River line I'm in a New York state of mind I've seen all the movie stars In their fancy cars and limousines Been high in the Rockies under the evergreens But I know what I'm needing And I don't want to waste more time I'm in a New York state of mind It was so easy living day by day Out of touch with rhythm and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, The Daily News It comes down to reality And it's fine with me, 'cause I've let it slide Don't care if it's Chinatown or on Riverside I don't have any reasons I've left them all behind I'm in a New York state of mind It was so easy living day by day Out of touch with rhythm and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, The Daily News It comes down to reality And it's fine with me, 'cause I've let it slide Don't care if it's Chinatown or on Riverside I don't have any reasons I've left them all behind I'm in a New York state of mind I'm just taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River line 'Cause I'm in a New York state of mind I haven't been to NY in a long time, but this song always reminds me of it. I'm going back next summer and I can't wait. I'm going to live there someday or die trying. |
Tokio Hotel - Automatic You’re automatic And your heart’s like an engine I die with every beat You’re automatic And your voice is electric Why do I still believe It’s automatic Every word in your letter A lie that makes me bleed It’s automatic When you say things get better But they never There’s no real love in you There’s no real love in you There’s no real love in you Why do I keep lovin’ you Feels automatic Counting cars on a crossroad They come and go like you Feels automatic Watchin’ faces | Don’t know Erase the face of you It’s automatic Systematic So traumatic You’re automatic Tokio Hotel-Traumer Weisser Nebel Weisses Mondlicht Scheinen hell So wie du Wenn du schläfst Dann komm ich mit Ich mach die Augen zu Wir ham uns Wir ham angst Wir kommen nirgendwo an Wir sind Träumer Wir ham uns Wir ham Angst Halten uns an der Hand Wir sind träumer Wir sind träumer Wir sind träumer Ham uns alles gegeben Ham uns alles genommen Ham uns alles vergeben Um bis hier zu kommen |
"Meet Virginia"- Train She doesn't own a dress, Her hair is always a mess, You catch her stealin', she won't confess, She's beautiful. Smokes a pack a day- Wait, that's me, but anyway- She doesn't care a thing about that, hey, She thinks I'm beautiful. Meet Virginia. She never comprimises, Loves babies and surprises, Wears high heels when She exercises. Ain't it beautiful? Meet Virginia Well she wants to be the Queen, Then she thinks about her scene. Pulls her hair back as she screams; "I don't really wanna be the Queen". Daddy wrestles alligators, Mama works on carborators, Her brother is a fine mediator, For the president. And here she is again on the phone, just like me hates to be alone, we just like to sit at home, and rip on the President. Meet Virginia. Well she wants to live her life, Then she thinks about her life. Pulls her hair back, as she screams, "I don't really wanna live this life". She only drinks coffee at midnight, When the moment is not right, Her timing is quite... unusual. You see her confidence is tragic, But her intuition magic. And the shape of her body? Unusual. Meet Virgina. I can't wait to... Meet Virginia, yeah e yeah hey hey hey. Well she wants to be the queen, then she thinks about her scene. Well she wants to live her life, Then she thinks about her life. Pulls her hair back as she screams, "I don't really wanna be the queen". I, I don't really wanna be the queen. I, I don't really wanna be the queen. I, I don't really wanna live this... |
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