"I don't need no TV, I don't need no news
All I need is a bumping beat, to bump away my blue-ue-ues
I don't give a damn what the people say, I'm gonna do it my way, gonna do it my way
Boom boom b'boom, a bang bang bang
I gotta let it all out, do my thing, boom boom boom and a bang bang bang
Boom bang, boom b'bang bang, boom bang, boom bang bang
Do your thing(yeah) , Do your thing (make my body sing)
Do your thing, Do your thing (your thing, my thing, oh oh oh oh)
Say shut your mouth! You're in a fatal tizz..
Free the mayhem in your mind, release the need inside of you
You're going to suffer! Because the crowd's so loud!
Do your thing, Do your Thing
buda bada buda bada (3 times)
bi bu bi bu bow yerrrrr
And a boom boom boom and a bang bang bang (boom, bang, boom, bang bang)
And a boom boom boom and a bang bang bang (do your thing, do your thing) (2 times)
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah ah, ah ah (5 times)
Do your thing, do your thing, do your thing (make my body sing)
Do your thing, do your thing, do your thing (your thing, my thing, oh oh oh oh)"
Friday, December 28, 2007
Do Your Thing - Basement Jaxx
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Fake Tales Of San Francisco - Arctic Monkeys
"Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There's a super cool band yeah
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars are in the toilets
Practicing their lines
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear, you know
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you
I don't want to hear your...
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few bored faces in the back
All wishing they weren't there
And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah she's dashing for the exit
And she's running to the streets outside
"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line
"The band were fucking wankered
And I'm not having a nice time."
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear, you know
(Kick me out, kick me out)
Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though
So all that's left
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf
He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
I don't quite know the distance
But I'm sure that's far
Yeah I'm sure it's pretty far
And yeah, I'd love to tell you all of my problem
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Yeah"
Friday, December 21, 2007
Hard To Explain - The Strokes
"Was an honest man
Asked me for the phone
Tried to take control
Oh, I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way
Oh, we shared some ideas
All obsessed with fame
Says we're all the same
Oh, I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way
raised in carolina
I'm not like that
Trying to remind her
When we go back
I miss the last bus, I take the next train
I try but you see it's hard to explain
I say the right things but act the wrong way
I like it right here but I cannot stay
I watch the TV, forget what I'm told
Well, I am too young, and they are too old
The joke is on you, this place is a zoo
you right its true
Says hecan't decide
I shake my head to say
Everything's just great
Oh, but I just can't remember
I just can't remember
raised in carolina
She says, I'm not like that
Trying to remind her
When we go back
I say the right things but act the wrong way
I like it right here but I cannot stay
I watch the TV, forget what I'm told
Well, I am too young, and they are too old
Oh, man, can't you see I'm nervous so please
Pretend to be nice so I can be mean
I miss the last bus, we'll take the next train
I try but you see it's hard to explain"
Hope There's Someone - Antony And The Johnsons
"Who'll take care of me
When I die, will I go
Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tired
There's a ghost on the horizon
When I go to bed
How can I fall asleep at night
How will I rest my head
Oh I'm scared of the middle place
Between light and nowhere
I don't want to be the one
Left in there, left in there
There's a man on the horizon
Wish that I'd go to bed
If I fall to his feet tonight
Will allow rest my head
So here's hoping I will not drown
Or paralyze in light
And godsend I don't want to go
To the seal's watershed
Hope there's someone
Who'll take care of me
When I die, Will I go
Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tired"