I got me a ticket :)
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Monday, January 25, 2010
online music mix + video +no crap!! cool
So, you type www.youtube.com/disco and you enter the service.
You type the name of the Artist or the name of the song and you
get a list of related songs and a
playlist which you can edit by removing or adding songs through the search function.
and that is all, u can now do ur thang with the perfect background music or just enjoy the video clips.
You type the name of the Artist or the name of the song and you
get a list of related songs and a
playlist which you can edit by removing or adding songs through the search function.
and that is all, u can now do ur thang with the perfect background music or just enjoy the video clips.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Summer is almost Gone... find it and play it tonight
Summer's almost gone, Summer's almost gone
Almost gone, Yeah, it's almost gone
Where will we be, When the summer's gone?
Morning found us calmly unaware, Milled the gold into your hair
At night, we swim, a lap at sea, When summer's gone
Where will we be, Where will we be, Where will we be
Morning found us calmly unaware, Milled the gold into your hair
At night, we swim, a lap at sea, When summer's gone
Where will we be
Summer's almost gone, Summer's almost gone
We had some good times, But they're gone
The winter's comin' on, Summer's almost gone
Almost gone, Yeah, it's almost gone
Where will we be, When the summer's gone?
Morning found us calmly unaware, Milled the gold into your hair
At night, we swim, a lap at sea, When summer's gone
Where will we be, Where will we be, Where will we be
Morning found us calmly unaware, Milled the gold into your hair
At night, we swim, a lap at sea, When summer's gone
Where will we be
Summer's almost gone, Summer's almost gone
We had some good times, But they're gone
The winter's comin' on, Summer's almost gone
Monday, May 05, 2008
Flight of the Conchords
Looking at the room, I can tell that you. Are the most beautiful girl in the...room.
(In the whole wide room).
And when you're on the street, depending on the street. I bet you are definitely in the top 3. Good lookin girls on the street.
(Depending on the streets).
And when I saw you at my man's place. I thought...what, is she, doing...at my man's place. How did he get a hottie like that to a party like this? Good one, Dave.
(Ooh, you're a LEGEND, Dave).
I asked Dave if he's going to move on you. He's not sure. "Dave, do you mind if I do?"
He says he doesn't mind. But I can tell he kind of minds. But I'm going to do it anyway.
I see you standing all alone by the stereo. I dim the lights down very low.
You're so beautiful. You could be a waitress.
You're so beautiful. You could be a air hostess in the 60s.
You're so beautiful. You could be a part-time model.
But then I seal the deal, I do my moves. I do my dance moves.
Lets travel through, just me and you. As other dudes around you on the dance floor.
I draw you near, lets get out of here. Lets get in a cab. I'll buy you a kabob.
I can't believe. I'm sharing a kabob. With the most beautiful girl I have ever seen with a kabob.
Oh, why don't we leave? Lets go to my house. We can feel each other up on the couch.
Oh no, I don't mind taking it slow.
Cause you're so beautiful... Like a tree. Or a high class prostitute.
You're so beautiful. You could be a part time model.
But you'd probably still have to keep your normal job.
A part time model. Spend part of your time modeling. And part of your time next to me.
My place is usually a bit tidier than this.
(In the whole wide room).
And when you're on the street, depending on the street. I bet you are definitely in the top 3. Good lookin girls on the street.
(Depending on the streets).
And when I saw you at my man's place. I thought...what, is she, doing...at my man's place. How did he get a hottie like that to a party like this? Good one, Dave.
(Ooh, you're a LEGEND, Dave).
I asked Dave if he's going to move on you. He's not sure. "Dave, do you mind if I do?"
He says he doesn't mind. But I can tell he kind of minds. But I'm going to do it anyway.
I see you standing all alone by the stereo. I dim the lights down very low.
You're so beautiful. You could be a waitress.
You're so beautiful. You could be a air hostess in the 60s.
You're so beautiful. You could be a part-time model.
But then I seal the deal, I do my moves. I do my dance moves.
Lets travel through, just me and you. As other dudes around you on the dance floor.
I draw you near, lets get out of here. Lets get in a cab. I'll buy you a kabob.
I can't believe. I'm sharing a kabob. With the most beautiful girl I have ever seen with a kabob.
Oh, why don't we leave? Lets go to my house. We can feel each other up on the couch.
Oh no, I don't mind taking it slow.
Cause you're so beautiful... Like a tree. Or a high class prostitute.
You're so beautiful. You could be a part time model.
But you'd probably still have to keep your normal job.
A part time model. Spend part of your time modeling. And part of your time next to me.
My place is usually a bit tidier than this.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
So what the FUCK
So what the FUCK is this UK, gunnin' with this US of A in Iraq and Iran and in Afganistan. Does not a day go by when not the Israeli Air Force fail to drops it's bombs from the sky? How many mothers to cry? How many sons have to die? How many missions left to fly over Palistine?
'Cause as a matter of facts it's a pact, it's an act, these are illegal attacks so bring the soldies back. These are illegal attacks, it's contracts for contacts, I'm singing concrete facts so bring the soldiers back.
What mean ya that you beat my people, what mean ya that you beat my people and grind the faces of the poor.
So tell me just how come were the Taliban sat burning incense in Texas roaming round in a Lexus sittin' on six billion oils drums, down with the Dow Jones, up on the Nasdaq pushed into the war zones
It's a commercial crusade, 'cause all the oil men get paid but only so many soldiers come home. It's a commando crusade a military charade and only so many soldiers come home.
What mean ya that you beat my people what mean ya that you beat my people and grind the faces of the poor.
Through all the blood and sweat nobody can forget it ain't the size of the dog in the fight it's the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night, there's no time to reflect on the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite.
These are commercial crusades 'cause all the oli men get paid these are commando crusades commando tactical rape and from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tahran and Tel Aviv bring forth the prophets of the Lord from dirty bastards fillin' pockets with the profits of greed. These are commercial crusades. Commando tactical raids. Playin' military charades to get paid.
And who got the devils? And who got the Lords? Build yourself a mountain drink up in the fountain. Soldiers come home.
'Cause as a matter of facts it's a pact, it's an act, these are illegal attacks so bring the soldies back. These are illegal attacks, it's contracts for contacts, I'm singing concrete facts so bring the soldiers back.
What mean ya that you beat my people, what mean ya that you beat my people and grind the faces of the poor.
So tell me just how come were the Taliban sat burning incense in Texas roaming round in a Lexus sittin' on six billion oils drums, down with the Dow Jones, up on the Nasdaq pushed into the war zones
It's a commercial crusade, 'cause all the oil men get paid but only so many soldiers come home. It's a commando crusade a military charade and only so many soldiers come home.
What mean ya that you beat my people what mean ya that you beat my people and grind the faces of the poor.
Through all the blood and sweat nobody can forget it ain't the size of the dog in the fight it's the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night, there's no time to reflect on the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite.
These are commercial crusades 'cause all the oli men get paid these are commando crusades commando tactical rape and from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tahran and Tel Aviv bring forth the prophets of the Lord from dirty bastards fillin' pockets with the profits of greed. These are commercial crusades. Commando tactical raids. Playin' military charades to get paid.
And who got the devils? And who got the Lords? Build yourself a mountain drink up in the fountain. Soldiers come home.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Summer cd compilation... almost complete
cccp - mi ami
Sargent Garcia- amor pa ti
Littlest Things - Lily Allen
Dizzee Rascal - Sirens
Noir Desir - Tostaky
Fujiya & Miyagi Ankle Injuries
Seu Jorge - Life On Mars
Mikro - Mikro*tronik plasma
and also hold on and boys by Tricky, Manu Chao Rainin in paradise, Martina Topley Bird - Need One.......
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Monday, April 30, 2007
My Tom Waits Best Of
The Piano Has Been Drinking (Live)
Blow Wind Blow
Hang on St. Christopher
Innocent When You Dream (1978)
Tango Till They're Sore
Train Song
Yesterday Is Here
Please Call Me Baby
I'll Shoot The Moon
Cold Cold Ground
Clap Hands
I'll Be Gone
More Than Rain
Fumblin' With The Blues
Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis
Drunk On The Moon
Invitation To The Blues
Telephone Call from Istanbul
Romeo Is Bleeding
Wrong Side of the Road
A Little Bullet from a Pretty Blue Gun
Pasties & A G-string
Blue Valentines
Rain Dogs
Singapore
Heart Attack and Vine
I Don't Wanna Grow Up
Small Change
Better off Without a Wife
Nobody
Warm Beer and Cold Women
Downtown Train
Jockey Full Of Bourbon
Temptation
Time
A Sight For Sore Eyes
__________I'll Shoot The Moon__________
I'll shoot the moon
Right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll be the pennies
On your eyes
For you baby
I want to take you
Out to the fair
Here's a red rose
Ribbon for your hair
I'll shoot the moon
Right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll shoot the moon
For you
A vulture circles
Over your head
For you baby
I'll be the flowers
After you're dead
For you baby
I want to build
A nest in your hair
I want to kiss you
And never be there
I'll shoot the moon
Right out of the sky
For you baby
I'll shoot the moon
For you
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