Monday 14 December 2015

Michael Jackson - "Thriller"



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4V90AmXnguw

[Verse 1:]
It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
You're paralyzed

[Chorus:]
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

[Verse 2:]
You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin'up behind
You're out of time

[Chorus:]
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting to survive inside a killer, thriller tonight

[Bridge:]
Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time (they're open wide)
This is the end of your life

[Verse 3:]
They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together
All thru the night I'll save you from the terrors on the screen,
I'll make you see

[Chorus:]
That it's a thriller, thriller night
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller
Thriller here tonight

[Rap - Vincent Price:]
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorise y'awl's neighbourhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
Can you dig it?!

[Into maniacal laugh, in deep echo]

Al Green - "Livin' for you" (1974)



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=235pwiLnMs0

I guess there's no good reason for livin'...
But I'll keep on livin' for you, baby...
There's nothing else to do, babe...
But spend my life holding you and lovin' you...

Oh...
If I ask you more than one million times to forgive me...
You think of a reason why...
that you should make me cry (don't make me cry)...
walk out and say goodbye away from me...

Oh...
I'm tired of the bright ideas about leavin' me...
when you know you ain't goin' nowhere...
but here with me...
here with me...
Let me tell you a thing...
stop and think of just how good I've been to you baby...

I'm causin' no trouble for you baby...
this story just can't be true, baby...
how can I convince you, baby...
but just tell you the truth...

I'm livin' for you... givin' for you... waitin' for you...
(lemme tell you what I'm doin'...)
I'm layin' for you... prayin' for you... workin' for you...
(...livin' my life, I tell you that...)
I'm livin' for you... givin' for you... givin' for you...
layin' for you... prayin' for you... workin' for you...
(everything I do I still...)
do with you... (something to) do with you...

[Fade]

Saturday 5 December 2015

Laura Marling - "Rambling Man"


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YXKWOTGskY

Oh naïve little me,
Asking what things you have seen,
And you're vulnerable in your head,
You'll scream and you'll wail 'till you're dead.

Creatures veiled by night,
Following things that aren't right,
And they're tired and they need to be led,
But you'll scream and wail 'till you're dead.

But give me to a rambling man,
Let it always be known that I was who I am.

Beaten battered cold,
My children will live just to grow old,
But if I sit here and weep,
I'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze,
And the weak need to be led,
And the tender are carried to their bed,
And It's a cold and pale affair,
And I'll be dammed if I'll be found there.

But give me to a rambling man,
Let it always be known that I was who I am.

It's funny that the First chords that you come to,
Are the minor notes that come to serenade you,
And it's hard to accept yourself as someone, you don't desire,
As someone you don't want to be.

Oh give me to a rambling man,
Let it always be known that I was who I am,
Oh give me to the rambling man,
Let it always be known that I was who I am.