Get it out

you should hear that song, its great. its called 'hip hop de rue contre rnb' i think, and the guy is called matt houston.
 
oh yeah thats the right title 'rnb de rue'. its a bit like justin but justin rips off michael jackson anyway so its alright :D

that song is about your man singing rnb and all his mates say he just does that to 4life girls and hip-hop is hardcore shit compared to gay rnb haha.
 
If you die when there’s no one watching
And your ratings drop and you’re forgotten
If they kill you on their tv
You’re a martyr and a lamb of god
Nothing’s going to change
Nothing’s going to change the world


Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again


Too many secrets
Too many lies
Writhing with hatred
Too many secrets
Please make it good tonight...
But the same image haunts me
In sequence
In despair of time


thought i oughta bare my naked feelings
thought i oughta tear the curtain down
i held the blade in trembling hands
prepared to make it but just then


World is turning still, it always will
I could get my fill, but something went wrong
I needed a reason, but where did it go
A change in the season when you came along
I took a ride with her one way ticket to love

..
Let us never lose the lessons we have learned

Teo torriatte konomama iko
Aisuruhito yo
Shizukana yoi ni
Hikario tomoshi
Itoshiki oshieo idaki ---- queen rulz
 
Don’t be fooled by their expressions

They are always wrong impressions

To make you forget in sorrow

To make me loose hope for tomorrow

Would you dry my tear and ease my pain, then

Would you make me smile once again?





Virtual Destiny..me song:)
 
Seems like you never really knew me
seems like you never understood me
seems like you never really knew how to feel
but electricity it drew you near to me
what you needed was to be rid of me

there were times you really made me smile
and there were times you really made me cry
and there were times i never really knew how to feel
but electricity it drew you near to me
what you needed was to be rid of me
and the fear made you so unsure of me
what you needed was to be rid of me.

but electricity it drew you near to me
what you needed was to be rid of me
and the fear made you so unsure of me
what you needed was to be rid of me.
 
et si tu m'aimes, si c'est un problème, je reste quand même pour te câliner, et si j'ai de la fièvre, je m'endors sur tes lèvres et je vide mes peines en baisers salés, et si mes larmes te gênent, me laisse pas m'y noyer, et toutes mes souffrances salissent ta présence, tu te lèves en silence pour mieux me protéger, me laisse pas m'en aller, me laisse pas m'en aller, et devant tes souffrances, je rêve de puissance, et la pluie recommence à mouiller mes souliers, je t'interdis de me regarder quand je commence à pleurer.

et si je t'aime, si c'est un problème, tu restes quand même pour tout pardonner, comme un chien de faïence, ma pauvre défaillance se perd et se balance pour finir à tes pieds, et si tes larmes me gênent, je viendrai m'y noyer, et toutes mes souffrances salissent ta présence, tu te lèves en silence pour mieux me protéger, me laisse pas m'en aller, me laisse pas m'en aller.

et revient, revient l'impuissance quand s'écroule Byzance, tu te lèves en silence pour me re-couronner et si tu crois que je peux régner, me laisse pas m'en aller, et ta seule insolence c'est de me faire confiance, un peu de ton absence est une infirmité, je te laisserai pas t'en aller si tu m'laisses pas m'en aller, je te laisserai pas t'en aller si tu m'laisses pas m'en aller.
 
Pink Floyd: the fletcher memorial home
( Expresses my feelings about most of the present politicians. Just fill in the names... )

take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
and build them a home a little place of their own
the fletcher memorial
home for incurable tyrants and kings

and they can appears to themselves every day
on closed circut t.v.
to make sure their still real
it's the only connection they feel
"ladies and gentlemen, please welcome reagan and heig
mr. begin and friend mrs. thatcher and paisley
mr. brezhnev and party
the ghost of nixon
and now adding colour a group of anonymous latin
american meat packing glitterati"

did they expect us to treat them with any respect

they can polish their medals and sharpen their
smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while
boom boom, bang bang, lie down your dead

safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
with their favourite toys
they'll be good girls and boys
in the fletcher memorial home for colonial
wasters of life and limb

is everyone in?
are you having a nice time?
now the final solution can be applied
 
These tears I've cried
I've cried a thousand oceans
And if it seems
I'm floating in the darkness, well
I can't believe that I would keep
Keep you from flying
And I would cry a thousand more
If that's what it takes
To sail you home
Sail you home
Sail you home