Una canción: Lemon Tree, de Fools Garden

octubre 21, 08 en 11:27 pm | Publicado en Una Cancion... | Deja un comentario
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Lemon Tree (Fools Garden)

I’m sitting here in the boring room
It’s just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I’m wasting my time I got nothing to do
I’m hanging around I’m a-waiting for you
But nothing ever happens – and I wonder

I’m driving around in my car
I’m driving too fast I’m driving too far
I’d like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely I’m waiting for you
But nothing ever happens – and I wonder

I wonder how I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ‘bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow Lemon tree
I’m turning my head up and down
I’m turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another Lemon tree

(Sing)

Dab- da da da da- dee dab da-
da da da da-dee dab da-
dab deb dee da

I’m sitting here I miss the power
I’d like to go out taking a shower
But there’s a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired put myself into bed
Well, nothing ever happens – and i wonder

Isolation – is not good for me
Isolation – I don’t want to sit on a lemon tree
I’m stepping around in the desert of joy
Baby anyhow I’ll get another toy
And everything will happen – and you’ll wonder

I wonder how I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ‘bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another Lemon tree
I’m turning my head up and down
I’m turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just a yellow Lemon tree

And I wonder wonder
I wonder how I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ‘bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see
And all that I can see
And all that I can see
is just a yellow Lemon tree

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Una cancion… Hey Mama (Black Eyed Peas)

mayo 8, 08 en 4:30 pm | Publicado en Una Cancion... | Deja un comentario
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Aunque esta canción tiene ya su tiempo, no paro de escucharla, me encanta. A los que no la hayáis escuchado, ahí os dejo la letra y su videoclip.

Hey Mama – Black Eyed Peas

la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty moma
We the blast masters blastin’ up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me really feel nauuughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me really feel nauuughty

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
Im a little bit of old, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true niggers know that the peas come thru
We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never decease (NOO)
We multiply like we mathamatice
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw y’all knaw, who we are
y’all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin’ on y’alls boulevards
And, lookin’ hard without bodygaurds
(I do) what I can
(Y’all come thru)will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
(So come on mama, dance to the drama)

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin’ up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin’ up the jamma
(la la la la la)

We the big town stumpas, and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumps in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas
And when I’m makin’ love, my hip hump humps
It never quits(NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO)
Dont wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts
(lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Naw y’all knaw, who we are
y’all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin’ on y’alls boulevards
How we rockin’ it girl, without body guards
Now she be, Fergie, from the crew
B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on papa, dance to the drama)

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin’ up the jamma
(NAWWWW, NAWWW)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
no fakin i know you see me shakin
and the way i break it down i got the whole world quakin
Off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter, off the Richter steady are you ready.

Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me really feel nauuughty

But the race is not, for the swift
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
Tippa is ouuuuuut

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
everytime you sit there i hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
grinding, and winding
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
and we dance and dance to the dancehall riddim
and we’re really to nice, it finga lickin’
like rice and peas and chicken stuffing

Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin’ up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin’ up the jamma
(la la la la la [fade])

 

 

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