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from Practical Magic (프랙티컬 매직) by Alan Silvestri [ost] (1998)
(Speaking):
As long as we're getting a bit technical, I'd like to remind you that most women and children can perceive higher frequencies of sound than most men. Everywhere I see your faces, Everywhere you sing your smile and, Everytime you're not around, It doesn't matter, 'Cause you're everywhere to me. Everyone you've ever known counts on you, Waits for you, To come through. Don't you know that you're gonna break through? And everywhere you came and left, You came in the name of love and, Left a wake of happiness and tenderness, And sweet conflict, sweet conflict. You hang around, You come on down, You come on down, And it's on and on and on and on, It's on. It goes on. You hang around, You come on down, But you don't come down. Whispering, Whispering, Whispering your name. You're everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, To me. Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, To me. Calling, Calling, I'm calling your number, Calling, I'm calling your number, Calling, I'm calling your number, Calling your number, I'm calling your number, Calling, You're everywhere, You're everywhere to me. Everywhere to me. |
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from Playing By Heart (라스트 타임) by John Barry [ost] (1998)
Hi, my name is Stereo Mike
Yeah, we got 3 tickets to the Bran Van concert this Monday night at the Pacific Pallisades. You can all dial in if you want to answer a couple of questions, namely, what is Todd's favorite cheese. Jackie just called up and said it was a form of Roquefort. We'll see about that... give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful day. Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging I want those 3 Bran Van tickets man waddya think? Todd, you there? *voices in background* I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes when Mike came over with a script surprise a mafioso story with a twist a "Too Wong Foo,Julie Newmar" hitch get your ass out of bed, he said: I'll explain it on the way but we did nothing absolutely nothing that day and I'll say what the hell am I doing drinking in LA at twenty six? I got the fever for the flavor the payback will be later still I need a fix and the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us as we rode on the ten down to Venice again flaring out the g-funk sipping on juice and gin just me and a friend feeling kinda groovy working on movie (yeah right!) but we did nothing absolutely bupkis that day and I'll say what the hell am I doing drinking in LA at twenty six? *with my mind on my money and my money on my, beer beer!* I know that life is for the taking so I'd better wise up and take it quickly (yeah one more time at trader vics) some men there wanted to hurt us and other men said we weren't worth the fuss we could see them all bitching by the bar about the fine line between the rich and the poor then mike turned to me and said what do you think we got done son? we've got a conclusion and I guess that's something so I ask you what the hell am I doing drinking in LA at twenty six? I got the fever for the nectar the payback will be later still I need a fix (we need to fix you up call me monday and maybe we'll fix it all up) L A L A L L A L A L A L A L L A L A L A L A L L A so I ask you what the hell am I doing drinking in LA at twenty six? *voices in background* L A L A L A L A |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
All I want to do is love you
I just want to take you there Baby, I don’t want to argue Don’t even want to fight I just want to love you And hold you all the night The message from the party Nothing to do with how... Try to keep it happy Then depress yourself to cry All I want to do is love you You’ve got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there The world is trying to make us Go against our will There’s too many mountains Grown up from a hill Just take nothing less Than the second best Do not obey What most people say 'Cause you can pass the test All I want to do is love you Baby, we’ve got to move on up We've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there It feels like I'm already there The world is trying to make us Go against our will It's early in our language Of how the human feels I just want to love you I just want to cry |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
Loop me round and round
I will still stand tall though claim knocked down And if you loop me into sound I am found And force me to capsize By the strength of your intimidation And factual lies And If you force me to capsize You’re denied I’m astounded by the way you deal With all your views and the things you conceal And in view of all you views I think you feel Yes, in view of all your fearlessness You’re dying to reveal that You’ll tell me anything I want to hear You’ll tell me anything to keep me near That’s how you loop me round and round I will still stand tall though claim knocked down And if you loop me into sound I am found I was feeling kind of ugly Wanted everyone to love me You can call it kind of greedy Call it giving to the needy Though I do believe you’ll tell me what I want to hear You’ll tell me anything to keep me near That’s how you loop me round and round I will still stand tall though claim knocked down And If you loop me into sound I am found That’s how you loop me That’s how you groove me And how you keep me and you lose me You loop me And it goes on and on and on... |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
I think I love to watch you laughing
In fact I love to watch you do anything And yes I do feel this thing happening But you’ll have to excuse me girl 'Cause my taxi’s waiting Although I do Yes I do I love you in my own twisted ways One day God walked on old Mount Royal Just to dream up the human form Threw stones and cans and comic books in a kettle And you came out like a shining goddess heavy metal Say it’s just too bad some hearts don’t settle And the pipes are leaking and you feel like leaving Yeah, we heard this one before I said, “Dear God, buddy, now don’t you meddle” 'Cause I’ve got my own little twisted ways of showing you that I do Yes I do I love you in my own twisted ways And sing it Like we used to sing See Kermit the Frog was one day daydreaming Thinking about himself at a red light With that it-ain’t-easy-being-greenin' And the cars behind him kept honking and honking And Kermit’s last words as he flipped the bird Was, “Damn you Muppets just keep on taking!” See I’ve got my own things now so stop tooting I do my lily pad jumping Miss Piggy bumping Lotta Miss Piggys and that’s all good And I’m gonna turn this red light Into a block party So we can get down in basics of what? Rainbow connecting Yes I do I love you in my own twisted ways |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
The beat keep on
And it keep on pumpin' All the Bran Clan now start the house bumpin' And the beat keeps on |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
Go
Ain’t no party like a Bran Van party 'Cause a Bran Van party don’t stop It don't stop Don't quit Yeah I'd like to put it down baby Bran Van three gee Now feel me I make it hot in New York streets Who draws heat While you talk sweet C'mon Blaze through invading the path Put it down tight get paid in cash Been in the game a decade and a half Superfly style Yet related to Shaft Sippin’ me slow Girls give me dough You know one smoother than this Let me know Not stressing that little piece of fame Y'all know who's most critically acclaimed Your majesty, naturally Get it all in a large capacity Rather makin' you smile Or bring it crucial I'm gonna live 'til I die in the year three thou' C'mon Yo, I don't think they heard me I ball hard Any night Cruise through your town City lights As for my game It be tight Message to you Livin’ life Nothing to prove But something to make Cutting the cake Put it in your oven to bake The rule of the game is 'bout the benjamins And there ain't no need to guess Who's got the winning hand K to the A N to the E Player of the day Then you'll agree No one does it better In the pimp game I'm the trendsetter Everybody knows The prognosis Is Discosis Don't step on my Ghepetto’s Pinocchio has got a broken nose So watch your back bushwacker You can't deal with the greatest cracker Everybody knows The prognosis Is Discosis |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
Follow me go shopping
Me go shopping Gonna follow me go shopping Then me go shopping with you Brooklyn and Bronx - LA to Manhattan L.A. we go dance And then we go shopping On Saturdays I took her out To the supermarket Food is in the trolley And roses in the basket I remember when I used to walk it It's impossible to carry water in a basket Follow me go shopping Me go shopping Gonna follow me go shopping Then me go shopping with you And now I love her so much She was smooth and never rough She use her tongue like a paint brush Then we go shopping Her name was Mary Mitten Soft like a kitten The diamond that she wore Makes my eye glisten I told her not to kiss him But she wouldn't listen On my back she bit and On her chest my name written Just below her nipple Her stomach filled with ripple And follow me go shopping Me go shopping Gonna follow me go shopping Then me go shopping with you |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
Moloch passed the message to the Behemoth
Whose master passed it on to Zebedee It was sent by Internet, by obscure protocols To its recipient, the delicious Miss Gee It was early afternoon when your message came I was slumped under the table, slightly cold I didn't have a single stitch of clothing on I was trembling but my trembling was controlled I really can't recall who I was meant to be that day I'm an actress, I play so many roles But the script required Miss Gee That's who I was meant to be And I was just about to pick out her clothes When a crumpled paper ball Hit the floor beside you It made no sense at all It said: Bandy biwa krishnamurti Pilgrim snorkel meat Ipsum lorem dolor sit amet Unix at the portal Body type by Letraset Here at the Epoch let us forget Grip my head and feel my pain Imagine I'm the king of Spain Imagine I'm a weapon in your sheath East is East and West is West New York City to Dunsinane Polly Peachum creaming her McHeath In the sturgeon caviar In the virgin Mr McPherson In the rain the cloud And in the cloud the rain Green tea ice cream, wind dried duck Did you ever meet a person hot to Forget it! Shower in my shower I'll soap you back and front Take me by the hand and lead it to your Country cousins, kissing by the bridge A babbling brook and a choc-a-bloc fridge My favourite restaurant is Yo Below So when we go, slip under the table and begin to Blow me down, gyoza, my favourite snack Dip it in the soy sauce, slip it up your Crack goes the whip boys, crack kiss crack Miss Gee has a whip and she'll stick it in your Ask no questions, I'll tell you no lies It isn't exclusively all about size But did you ever see a rock star doing up his Flies are a nuisance, bees are worse If you owe a girl money, put it in her Purse my lips, touch me there with a feather Better take an umbrella, what terrible weather Or we might get wet And we wouldn't want that Would we By many names I've been known Gil Martin, also Don Van Vliet Giovanni, Mantovani, Barry Manilow I could go on Please do Super lovers Jesus Christ Coming once and coming twice In a paper cup In my hammock samovar I'm a caballero erojiji Gaugin eating out Tahiti Near as damn it, no cigar Very kimochi |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
Jesus Christ was a superstar
A pimpin' big daddy with a Lincoln Town Car Drove it real fast with the fly-ass hos Playing chicken with the devil for the greatest applause First came the question And then came the answer And then came the ultimate question: Are you happy? Then the messiah, alright Lost and found with the resurrection And with tools of deep precision With the schools of thought complexion Teaching us the brain expansion It got heavy, we started dancing Bran van three grand We don't have to make it Complicated Act like a man, boy We don't have to make it Complicated I said come comma comma comma some more Kick up the club floor, that’s what ya came for Leave your big booty round at my front porch And leave your big ugly frown back out the back door Forget your big plans, your high ideals 'Cause it's a quicksand for the way you feel When they put you down the river and they leave you squeal Come on, squeal like a pig how the summer girl feels We're leaving, leaving our machine this very evening They're programming your head So stop believing No need to complicate, it's all illusion Anyways, I feel the machine's got boring Bran van three grand We don't have to make it Complicated Act like a man, boy We don't have to make it Complicated Hey Charlton Heston Moses did alright without a handgun If you're horny for god let Dizzy give some I'm Dizzy D, no one the finer The queen and king, from here to China All the ladies love to give me the boom boom boom boom Back to my room where it's hurry hurry hurry and wait A bottle of crisp and a pasta plate Kick up the love baby, down the hate 'Cause the bran van brothers do not complicate Say hurry hurry hurry rush You're moving so fast that you're out of touch Money money money got your head in a mush Now Bush has got the button, is he gonna push? Well, some little joker got a dot-com deal About Internet wiggers and keepin’ it real You're sweatin' like a fool to put the gravy on your meal And now you just found out you lost your sex appeal Bran van three grand We don't have to make it Complicated Act like a man, boy We don't have to make it Complicated The answer... (Can you take me higher?) ...is in the dancer. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
Well that was fun
But I'm still horny Bonjour, mon nom est Paul Extase Pis j'suis avec les deux cochonnes Alors toi, si toi tu t'ennuis la a la maison, la Tu peux appeler si t'as envie de me parler Pis faire du dirty talk, talk, talk, talk Talk, talk, talk Dirty, dirty talk Dirty, dirty talk Talk, talk Bonjour, mon nom est Paul Extase Pis j'suis avec les deux cochonnes Dirty, dirty talk, talk, talk, talk Oui, toi tu n'es pas crispe Alors tu m'appelles En fin de semaine on loue un chalet On part a trois on fais ca a trois Des fois on fait du sport ensemble Pis la parcequ'on est fatigue On fait ca a trois |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
Find me
Find me Wine me and dine me Get fuckin' loaded Party I want to play guitar And be a movie star Be in the B-movies And take off all my clothes Who do you want me to be Who do I wanna be Who do you want me to be Get fuckin' loaded Party Get fuckin' loaded Mi numero di telefono E le 2-7-8-7-8-2-7 Ciao bello ragazz o ciao Get fuckin' loaded And how's your money Are you fuckin' loaded? Party Here I am R-A-W Put it down the way that I love to do Verbally that's the best you can get 'Cause y'all come loaded with special effects A big Benz so that you can floss with it Ice style 'til your neck's frost-bit Rocks for your medallion to shine Dressed head to toe in Italian design All night trying to ball right Mack-a-docious, Loaded Let your neck flow With shots of X-O From the first shelf Don't hurt yourself You know it's all quite funny to me It really don't matter what money you see 'Cause while your wife's out dressed in Gucci I can put your girl buck-naked in a Hootie |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
Take me with you
My soul is on Get back with your heart attack Can I ride your motorbike? Karaoke nights by the sea Bomber jacket hyperspace Leather laced in 3D Water’s crashing Road keeps turning on So hold on, hold on Take me with you My soul is on Can I stay with you? Make it easy for me You are the most selfish kind Nevermind what I need Water’s crashing Road keeps turning on and on and on So hold on, hold on Take me with you My soul is on Hold on, hold on Sliup - Ummm - Crack Goes the backscreen door She wanted to go for coffee But I sleep an hour more See Mary dancing across the porch She put her rolled up Ziggys in her rock and roll jersey Jersey, she was born to run She was the spirit of midnight She was blinded by the light She was holed up in jungleland Straight up The rock and roll big boss Turnpike down by the river of desire Just off Thunder Road Where you catch her in the Tenth Avenue Freeze out She was lost in a flood Mary, Queen of Arkansas Dreaming of a Cadillac ranch with a hungry heart But most of all she was born in the USA Ashbury Park, New Jersey Inner state babe To be exact she was her own rock and roll video Rolls Royce, low riding Speed climbing, driving by the sea Making mad love on other people's private property While being on the run from the local law for unpaid parking tickets Can I stay with you? Make it easy for me Are you a tramp like that? Are you born to run? If you's a tramp like that C'mon, give me some You like your guitars fat You like your beach with bum I never had no fun C'mon, let me ride shotgun 'Cause I'm a tramp like that Yeah, I'm a tramp like that And I'm gonna give you so much New Jersey girl We gonna ride around New Jersey girl New Jersey girl, New Jersey sun Bring it on Hear me scream How y'all feel out there? I can't hold it back |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
Everything’s up in the air again
Here we go again I can’t pretend that Time will bend for me In the need to feel So worthy And like you say I can change They can fix me Remix me Seduce and abandon me Build me like Tetris Pile pieces around me It’s so easy: For once in your life Just say I’m worthy 'Cause that I think that I can function And walk around this town In self-consumption It's so easy It’s so predictable to want to feel so beautiful And I admit it is easy to sing to you First, personally Call it the need to only talk about me Call it the need to feel So what if our face is changing My love for you is all-consuming My working mind From time to time, I need to shine I am shining, designing My reflection blinding you I am shining It’s so predictable to want to feel so beautiful |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
Hey Job
You sure got it figured out She loves you so At least that's what she said And God took a toll And showed you what it's all about Oh, hey Job You always do what you're told You poor young fool You should never listen To what they preach To keep you on a mission of hate And, dare I say Your brother's got a big mouth And dare I say So what Do what you want And make the fuckers pay And don't waste your time And sleep your life away I always meant to tell you I don't like you anyway And dare I say Dare I say Quand arrive minuit et que la lune est belle On voit alors dans le ciel arriver les morts-vivants Ils sont v㉩tus de vieux oripeaux de misIJreux UsIJs par le temps et brisIJs par les ans On les accueille avec joie: Ils sont notre espIJrance, Notre raison de vivre, Notre source seule de jouissance... Dis-moi, toi qui semblait avoir mille ans, Raconte-moi comment c'est dans le ciel, comment... Raconte-moi si les IJtoiles sont d'or Raconte-moi, raconte-moi comment... Do what you want And make the fuckers pay And don't waste your time And sleep your life away I always meant to tell you I don't like you anyway And dare I say Dare I say Ce n'est rien de tout cela Fais comme "J'suis juste endormi dans les bras d'une belle amie" Tu te laisserais bercer Comme un enfant nouveau-nIJ En pensant Ħ sa t㉩tIJe En pensant Ħ sa t㉩tIJe Do what you want And make the fuckers pay Boys and girls are different In a certain kind of way I always meant to tell you That I wished you'd go away And dare I say Dare I say Do what you want And make the fuckers pay And don't waste your time And sleep your life away I always meant to tell you I don't like you anyway And dare I say Dare I say |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
She: Do you ever wish you were somebody else?
He: All the time. She: Why, don't you like yourself? He: No, it's - it's not that. I mean, it's just not what you thought it would be. I mean, my, uh, my old man he used to sit, and he'd go; "I don't know." I mean, he'd just be sitting there, and - and, uh, he'd say "I don't know." And I'd say "What, Daddy? What don't you know?" And he'd say "I don't know." He'd have a thought, and he'd go "I don't know. I don't know." And I guess it's just 'cause you never do figure it out. She: Don't you like yourself? He: No, it's - it's not that. It's, it's some way you, you fucked up. And somewhere down the line, something went wrong, and, uh You spend the rest of your life trying to figure it out. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
You see I met her on a Monday
And her name was Chill From the what-the-hell family's Relation to free will Yeah she circled my circumference Said she had some time to kill Been combing the beach for a beautiful freak And I just might fight the fool She said Ooh, I think I'm liking you Ooh, do you feel the same the way too? I said, ooh, I think I do I said, ooh, I think you're cute I said, ooh, merci beaucoup I said, ooh ooh And maybe I'm calling you baby And I might just say you're my love clichIJ You're my love clichIJ And I like it that way So we fell in love that summer Underneath the Star Wars sign Drinking cases of each other And guitar and April Wine And we lay down in the alley As the sunlight hit the pine And talked of all things great Like the rose of Gertrude Stein And we fell in love that summer But it lasted 18 weeks Used to kiss her on the hummer Now I kiss her on the cheek And I vividly remember In a moment of recline When she whispered in my ear "I think I like both kinds" She said, ooh, I think I do I said, ooh, I think you're cute She said, ooh, merci beaucoup I said, ooh ooh And maybe I'm chasing Amy And I might just say you're my love clichIJ You're my love clichIJ And I like it that way I'm feeling love So why don't you tell me what's great? When the puck hits the net At the Stanley Cup game And Miles hits the notes When he sketches out of Spain And the wedding gets you high From the perfect catering And love makes you lie Even though you bought the ring And you screw with the And the minor chord change And the more things change The more they stay the same But I'm looking for your kind Yeah I'll drive through the driving rain 'Cause what was so wrong From the very beginning That we would have to change You're my love clichIJ And I like it that way And maybe I'm calling you baby And I might just say you're my love clichIJ I'm in love |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Discosis (2001)
Inappropriate behaviour
Thinking distraction will be your saviour This need seems never-ending These nights seem all-pretending The record's spins comfort me Dreams locked in the record company And all those things you said you'd never do Watch them slowly catch up with you So unrelenting And you're unrepenting Go to sleep as the sky turns blue Simply running out of things to abuse And I said, mama, gonna buy you out I'm a rockstar now I said, mama, gonna buy you out I'm a rockstar now You lead me down the road with maybe Just some ego tripping with a lady It seems I'm always waiting Waiting for what? And the laziness won't disappear My indifference sets in out of fear Mean ass spider, called her hairy And she likes her webs big and scary She'll never let go Not as long as she's still spinning But the irony just gets lost 'Cause no one cares who pays the cost And I said, mama, gonna buy you out I'm a rockstar now I said, mama, gonna buy you out I'm a rockstar now |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Afrodiziak (1998)
Let's do it on D.
It's very... interesting... Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, Just like a Bran Van giving you some. Cool. We'll be the smoothest afrodiziak, We'll be the coolest afrodiziak, We'll be the strangest afrodiziak, So why don't you put the record on and wick wick whack? We'll be the smoothest afrodiziak, We'll be the coolest afrodiziak, We'll be the strangest afrodiziak, So why don't you put the record on and kick that track? Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, Just like a Bran Van giving you some. Well hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, Just like a Bran Van giving you some. So what you thinking? I'm thinking sometimes things are moving too fast, 'Cause from the very room I'm rhyming, It be looking like the past. I know you didn't ask, But fuck it, you're stuck with it. You gotta try right? That's why your basic love for hip hop got me sucking this mic, I'm like the next Uncle Fester, Another media molestor With the flex coming smooth coming strange, Like grade 10 sex, We cling to the text, Corazon through the chest. You diss it you like it, We don't give a fuck? Well just a little... 'Cause we're hip hop deconstruct. We're shmoozing like McLuhan, A slightly shy, a slightly bored, Nappy crappy spinal tappy humanoid. Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, Just like a Bran Van giving you some. 'Cause you're a groove girl, what a strange girl, what a wicked world 'Cause you're a groove girl, what a strange girl, in a wicked world Nothing left to lose, And no time to waste, I'm feeling kinda funny, Think my drink is laced. I've got these opium queens that move around my space, I said it's waste not, want not, I think I'll take another, I'm holding all this pain that I'm trying to smother, With the neon glows that keep me thinking about my brother and my mother in the city Upon the BV sound. Bran Man got me moving with my ear to the ground. With thoughts of cognak kisses for the men in black, Like in the front line, Baby I'll be back. Because I'm chewing on these thoughts of you down with me, Putting you before the eye because its easy to see. EP got me smoothing for the BV3, So let it be baby, let it be, For real baby, You're the one for me, That makes loving so much fun you see. And I'm the smoothest afrodiziak, I'll be the coolest afrodiziak, I'm like the strangest afrodiziak, So knick-knack paddy-whack, bring it back... Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, Just like a Bran Van giving you some. 'Cause you're a groove girl, what a strange girl in a wicked world. Yeah, time to represent the sounds from the Bran Van motion. Smooth Liquid coming with the notion and the potion, To recollect and check my memories with degrees, Saying we's got necessities, These recepies I'll be giving, 'Cause freedom's how I'm living in my life without the strife, Who's pushing? We gots the cushion. So get on your knees and pray G-O-D, Set me free, from this fucking ill society, For real, north to the south to the east to the west, Come and bless, Buddha zest got me truly confessing, Say it yes yes yes yes. To the top is where I'm reaching, The chronic got me tweakin' And I'll be reaching for the peaking. More than you ever fucking seen, When I soar, take flight to the skies, On demise, this youth has grown wise, No disguise necessary, It's quite contrary, Proud Mary, Keep on rolling 'cause I'm strolling on the uptown sound, for real, So hold tight to steal, Lyrical assasins saying caps out to peel. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Afrodiziak (1998)
It's not my fault that you lost your way;
Your insanity will prevail. It's not my fault that you lost your way... Nous etions tous en voyage quand un brouillard s'approche, C'est la foret des regrets amers, des doutes sans remission. I'm living life in this forest, The shadows and stains; And the government, They take the gains, But we're left with the reigns. In the name of our God and our dead generations, The poets have been called for creation. We were born free to the world, As we were born we will depart; I refuse upon the mic to be refused my spark. See the fire seventh sign is near, So hear this calling, Once the man, come twice the child. 'Cause the fear of the man turned us all fucking wild, I'm born again to see the end. 'Cause all I really truly got is this block and my friends, But where am I gonna be when there's nothing left to spend? And I remember what the dread said; And I remember what the dread said: It's not my fault that you lost your way; Your insanity will prevail. It's not my fault that you lost your way... So, all you freak punks and all you cool Ginos, Pump up your Jeeps and and brass down your Chinos. We hit you with the Bran Van style: Roquefort, blue cheese, Kraft floor, cheese tile. Yeah, we hitting you strong, We be the lawd awful song you can't shake from your gong. With a BV3 g riff to a drunk drum, C'mon man, spill some outcome. When I was lost, I saw the forest was dark; You lose the fire and the flame with the loss of the spark. I let my body house demons, That fed on my mind. I was looking for myself, To myself I was blind. Because my senses confused, with what was once so real; I could not hear taste touch or fear. But slowly I try at each and every cost To rebuild these strengths that i've lost. It's not my fault that you lost your way; Your insanity will prevail. It's not my fault that you lost your way... So test drive to the forest, to the jungle, To the place outside yourself. I'm speaking strictly of the self, You know as I jump, slip step deep and wide. And watch all the animals, The mammals, lions, fishes, and the camels. And you know what they're gonna do: They'll set you up, They'll knock you down, They'll kick your ass all over your hometown. And they're gonna ask you something That you've got to learn to do, It's something that's so good for you: You know you roar... You roar... You roar! Jump Your insanity will prevail. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Astounded [single] (2001)
All I want to do is love you
I just want to take you there Baby, I don't want to argue Don't even want to fight I just want to love you And hold you all the night The message from the party Nothing to do with how... Try to keep it happy Then depress yourself to cry All I want to do is love you You've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there The world is trying to make us Go against our will There's too many mountains Grown up from a hill Just take nothing less Than the second best Do not obey What most people say 'Cause you can pass the test All I want to do is love you Baby, we've got to move on up We've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there It feels like I'm already there The world is trying to make us Go against our will It's early in our language Of how the human feels I just want to love you I just want to cry Son tresmil razones para darte mi amor Tresmil razones para darte el corazon Tresmil razones para darte mi amor Tresmil razones para darte el corazon |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Astounded [single] (2001)
All I want to do is love you
I just want to take you there Baby, I don't want to argue Don't even want to fight I just want to love you And hold you all the night The message from the party Nothing to do with how... Try to keep it happy Then depress yourself to cry All I want to do is love you You've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there The world is trying to make us Go against our will There's too many mountains Grown up from a hill Just take nothing less Than the second best Do not obey What most people say 'Cause you can pass the test All I want to do is love you Baby, we've got to move on up We've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there It feels like I'm already there The world is trying to make us Go against our will It's early in our language Of how the human feels I just want to love you I just want to cry Son tresmil razones para darte mi amor Tresmil razones para darte el corazon Tresmil razones para darte mi amor Tresmil razones para darte el corazon |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Astounded [single] (2001)
All I want to do is love you
I just want to take you there Baby, I don't want to argue Don't even want to fight I just want to love you And hold you all the night The message from the party Nothing to do with how... Try to keep it happy Then depress yourself to cry All I want to do is love you You've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there The world is trying to make us Go against our will There's too many mountains Grown up from a hill Just take nothing less Than the second best Do not obey What most people say 'Cause you can pass the test All I want to do is love you Baby, we've got to move on up We've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there It feels like I'm already there The world is trying to make us Go against our will It's early in our language Of how the human feels I just want to love you I just want to cry Son tresmil razones para darte mi amor Tresmil razones para darte el corazon Tresmil razones para darte mi amor Tresmil razones para darte el corazon |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Astounded [single] (2001)
All I want to do is love you
I just want to take you there Baby, I don't want to argue Don't even want to fight I just want to love you And hold you all the night The message from the party Nothing to do with how... Try to keep it happy Then depress yourself to cry All I want to do is love you You've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there The world is trying to make us Go against our will There's too many mountains Grown up from a hill Just take nothing less Than the second best Do not obey What most people say 'Cause you can pass the test All I want to do is love you Baby, we've got to move on up We've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there It feels like I'm already there The world is trying to make us Go against our will It's early in our language Of how the human feels I just want to love you I just want to cry Son tresmil razones para darte mi amor Tresmil razones para darte el corazon Tresmil razones para darte mi amor Tresmil razones para darte el corazon |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Astounded [single] (2001)
All I want to do is love you
I just want to take you there Baby, I don't want to argue Don't even want to fight I just want to love you And hold you all the night The message from the party Nothing to do with how... Try to keep it happy Then depress yourself to cry All I want to do is love you You've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there The world is trying to make us Go against our will There's too many mountains Grown up from a hill Just take nothing less Than the second best Do not obey What most people say 'Cause you can pass the test All I want to do is love you Baby, we've got to move on up We've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there It feels like I'm already there The world is trying to make us Go against our will It's early in our language Of how the human feels I just want to love you I just want to cry Son tresmil razones para darte mi amor Tresmil razones para darte el corazon Tresmil razones para darte mi amor Tresmil razones para darte el corazon |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Astounded [single] (2001)
All I want to do is love you
I just want to take you there Baby, I don't want to argue Don't even want to fight I just want to love you And hold you all the night The message from the party Nothing to do with how... Try to keep it happy Then depress yourself to cry All I want to do is love you You've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there The world is trying to make us Go against our will There's too many mountains Grown up from a hill Just take nothing less Than the second best Do not obey What most people say 'Cause you can pass the test All I want to do is love you Baby, we've got to move on up We've got to move on up All I want to do is love you I just want to take you there It feels like I'm already there The world is trying to make us Go against our will It's early in our language Of how the human feels I just want to love you I just want to cry Son tresmil razones para darte mi amor Tresmil razones para darte el corazon Tresmil razones para darte mi amor Tresmil razones para darte el corazon |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
By sampling the wealth of music and sound effects
Available on audio fidelity stereo disks you can take a trip around the world Without leaving your easy chair. Couch Surfer Together with everything and nothing between us, You are the whole soul goal me you, Universal universal union, Blending in matter, Journeying harmony, journeying harmony. The ecstasy is voyaged through swaying, interplaying, Perennial gardenia gardens, Flowing into fuscia fountains, Leaping into warm purple pink gaseous fumes, purple pools, Moving in, undulating emanating jewels, Into a timeless spaceless place. Couch surfer (such a cute face) I'm surfing, couch surfing Move into your house, I'm a couch surfer Move into your house, I'm a couch surfer, Yeah, but I don't mean to be, Somebody took my keys, I'm a couch surfer. Well I'm locked inside the Holiday Inn And I'd like to get out with just a little bit of rain, Down and down and down and out, but I don't give a damn. Can I crash at your place again? Just one more night? Couch surfer I'm couch surfing, I'm a couch surfer Locked on the inside, I'm locked in but you locked me on the outside, Inside of no longer me, Move to tears beyond into a pond of cool quivers, My being shivers, I'm pure energy beyond the sun, I'm utterly complete union. I'm a couch surfer Mind if I eat those chips? Oh that's okay, I don't like salt and vinegar anyways. No no no, I didn't use pay-per-view. I figured it was free. Yeah, I'm going. I'm a couch surfer, couch surfing |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
Hi, my name is Stereo Mike
Yeah, we got 3 tickets to the Bran Van concert this Monday night at the Pacific Pallisades. You can all dial in if you want to answer a couple of questions, namely, what is Todd's favorite cheese. Jackie just called up and said it was a form of Roquefort. We'll see about that... give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful day. Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging I want those 3 Bran Van tickets man waddya think? Todd, you there? *voices in background* I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes when Mike came over with a script surprise a mafioso story with a twist a "Too Wong Foo,Julie Newmar" hitch get your ass out of bed, he said: I'll explain it on the way but we did nothing absolutely nothing that day and I'll say what the hell am I doing drinking in LA at twenty six? I got the fever for the flavor the payback will be later still I need a fix and the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us as we rode on the ten down to Venice again flaring out the g-funk sipping on juice and gin just me and a friend feeling kinda groovy working on movie (yeah right!) but we did nothing absolutely bupkis that day and I'll say what the hell am I doing drinking in LA at twenty six? *with my mind on my money and my money on my, beer beer!* I know that life is for the taking so I'd better wise up and take it quickly (yeah one more time at trader vics) some men there wanted to hurt us and other men said we weren't worth the fuss we could see them all bitching by the bar about the fine line between the rich and the poor then mike turned to me and said what do you think we got done son? we've got a conclusion and I guess that's something so I ask you what the hell am I doing drinking in LA at twenty six? I got the fever for the nectar the payback will be later still I need a fix (we need to fix you up call me monday and maybe we'll fix it all up) L A L A L L A L A L A L A L L A L A L A L A L L A so I ask you what the hell am I doing drinking in LA at twenty six? *voices in background* L A L A L A L A |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
I live in a frequency,
Where action rules, That God is me, In a war against my body, In the poetry of poverty. 'Cause it's the rich ones who make it, 'Cause it's the rich ones who have the guts to take it. They feel fine. They feel fine. Check out complainer by the bar, Let's kick his ass and make him beg for more, Let's line him up, And make him scream and shout, And show him he's got nothing to complain about. 'Cause I believe in the groove complacent, So jack me up and fuck me up with entertainment, Yeah, I feel fine. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
It's not my fault that you lost your way;
Your insanity will prevail. It's not my fault that you lost your way... Nous etions tous en voyage quand un brouillard s'approche, C'est la foret des regrets amers, des doutes sans remission. I'm living life in this forest, The shadows and stains; And the government, They take the gains, But we're left with the reigns. In the name of our God and our dead generations, The poets have been called for creation. We were born free to the world, As we were born we will depart; I refuse upon the mic to be refused my spark. See the fire seventh sign is near, So hear this calling, Once the man, come twice the child. 'Cause the fear of the man turned us all fucking wild, I'm born again to see the end. 'Cause all I really truly got is this block and my friends, But where am I gonna be when there's nothing left to spend? And I remember what the dread said; And I remember what the dread said: It's not my fault that you lost your way; Your insanity will prevail. It's not my fault that you lost your way... So, all you freak punks and all you cool Ginos, Pump up your Jeeps and and brass down your Chinos. We hit you with the Bran Van style: Roquefort, blue cheese, Kraft floor, cheese tile. Yeah, we hitting you strong, We be the lawd awful song you can't shake from your gong. With a BV3 g riff to a drunk drum, C'mon man, spill some outcome. When I was lost, I saw the forest was dark; You lose the fire and the flame with the loss of the spark. I let my body house demons, That fed on my mind. I was looking for myself, To myself I was blind. Because my senses confused, with what was once so real; I could not hear taste touch or fear. But slowly I try at each and every cost To rebuild these strengths that i've lost. It's not my fault that you lost your way; Your insanity will prevail. It's not my fault that you lost your way... So test drive to the forest, to the jungle, To the place outside yourself. I'm speaking strictly of the self, You know as I jump, slip step deep and wide. And watch all the animals, The mammals, lions, fishes, and the camels. And you know what they're gonna do: They'll set you up, They'll knock you down, They'll kick your ass all over your hometown. And they're gonna ask you something That you've got to learn to do, It's something that's so good for you: You know you roar... You roar... You roar! Jump Your insanity will prevail. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
I don't care how sick you say it's gonna get,
My big ass bubble has not busted yet. Because I feel, I feel fine, I feel fine. Yes I feel, I feel fine, I feel fine. Yes I feel, I feel fine, I feel fine. Yes I feel, I feel fine. New time again, dis a new time again, For de time now, de dodge a man him come through and then, Me no want no war, me say between no man, 'Cause this hear time dodge a no work for satan. Lord have mercy, Lord have his mercy. Lord have mercy, Lord have his mercy. You know what? I've got nothing to complain about. My breath is bad, But my beer is stout. So take my hand and let us jump about, 'Cause we got nothing to complain about. The sky is grey, I think it's gonna rain. But that's okay, 'Cause hell, I like the rain. So join me here in this here refrain, And shut your shit, And don't complain. What? 'Cause we got nothing to complain about, And you got nothing to complain about. So c'mon, It ain't that difficult to figure out, That we've got nothing to complain about. So c'mon. A man a shot upon him, life through the dark, When you check it out, it's a natural fact, Jah jah have good judgement when you do all you want, And if... You can speak of babylon while you're around me, 'Cause every single little thing I see astounds me. Rainshine... Inna this time, me no fight 'gainst no man, Me no want no man come try to test dodge, 'Cause when you check it out and go upon one mission, And God and the Father and me inspiration. Me test upon a mission and a one-way plan, Me no want no man try disrespect me fashion, 'Cause when you check it out and put inspiration, And that is how a you go reach Mount Zion. I feel magical, mystical, motherful, logistical. Lord have his mercy. Magical, mystical, motherful, logistical, Magical, mystical, Magical, Magical, mystical. Look around, Look around, Look around, On the ground, On the ground, There's a finger on my blister. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
I've been working so,
I've been working so, I've been working so hard. Why you bring me down? Why you bring me down? I've been working so hard. You'll be smooth, I'll be smoother, Smoother than silk. Let honesty remain my virtue, Motherin' is my milk. To push strong 'til the end, Because the stress is the life. Keep on pushin' like a player, Guess you can't see our strife. We're in this together 'cause there's no place to run. Man's built the gun, that's why I'm chasing the sun. You wanna walk how you walk? Then watch me try to stay how I stayed, I can't be swayed by the man. I love my shorties with my heart, I'll always lend them my hand. Teach my children about the seeds you wanna take from the sand. Gotta maintain motherfucker, Gotta stick to these plans, 'Cause this globalized village made it all-out war. And hip hop will be my wings, And enough men needing to soar. I see more guns than children being born everyday. Another mother'll have to weep because you'd rob her's away. I guess you're never gonna figure, No man's bigger than the next. Instead of building, you'll be killing, Every man's getting vexed. So carry on; carry on. Carry on... Maintain... How would you like to stick with me? How much do you love to freefall? I never thought that I would have to stay so near to keep you near. How would you like to stick with me? And do you love to freefall? I never thought that I would have to speak so loud for you to hear. I need your loving, And I try so hard. To maintain. I need your loving, And I try so hard. To maintain. Carry on, carry on, carry on, Carry on, carry on, carry on, Carry on, carry on, carry on, Carry on. I wanna chill for real, But I can't seem to escape. Because your five-minute pleasures got me screaming out rape. And parliament, they keep me tied up with the fucking red tape; Left taps on my phone, They got me thinking about fate. "Hold it, freeze," keeps me thinking that there's no time to wait; And now the prison cell bars offer up heaven's gate. But we're like in this together, See there's no place to run. Man's built the gun, So we're chasing the sun. Carry on; carry on. Day and night, Hell, everyday, I'll carry on. On every single part I play, I'll be so strong, Hell, I won't give up the fight. Day and night, Everyday, I'll carry on. I'll live my life on centre stage, I'll carry on, I'll be so strong, I won't give up the fight... Carry on... Carry on, carry on, carry on, Carry on, carry on, carry on. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
Let's do it on D.
It's very... interesting... Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, Just like a Bran Van giving you some. Cool. We'll be the smoothest afrodiziak, We'll be the coolest afrodiziak, We'll be the strangest afrodiziak, So why don't you put the record on and wick wick whack? We'll be the smoothest afrodiziak, We'll be the coolest afrodiziak, We'll be the strangest afrodiziak, So why don't you put the record on and kick that track? Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, Just like a Bran Van giving you some. Well hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, Just like a Bran Van giving you some. So what you thinking? I'm thinking sometimes things are moving too fast, 'Cause from the very room I'm rhyming, It be looking like the past. I know you didn't ask, But fuck it, you're stuck with it. You gotta try right? That's why your basic love for hip hop got me sucking this mic, I'm like the next Uncle Fester, Another media molestor With the flex coming smooth coming strange, Like grade 10 sex, We cling to the text, Corazon through the chest. You diss it you like it, We don't give a fuck? Well just a little... 'Cause we're hip hop deconstruct. We're shmoozing like McLuhan, A slightly shy, a slightly bored, Nappy crappy spinal tappy humanoid. Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, Just like a Bran Van giving you some. 'Cause you're a groove girl, what a strange girl, what a wicked world 'Cause you're a groove girl, what a strange girl, in a wicked world Nothing left to lose, And no time to waste, I'm feeling kinda funny, Think my drink is laced. I've got these opium queens that move around my space, I said it's waste not, want not, I think I'll take another, I'm holding all this pain that I'm trying to smother, With the neon glows that keep me thinking about my brother and my mother in the city Upon the BV sound. Bran Man got me moving with my ear to the ground. With thoughts of cognak kisses for the men in black, Like in the front line, Baby I'll be back. Because I'm chewing on these thoughts of you down with me, Putting you before the eye because its easy to see. EP got me smoothing for the BV3, So let it be baby, let it be, For real baby, You're the one for me, That makes loving so much fun you see. And I'm the smoothest afrodiziak, I'll be the coolest afrodiziak, I'm like the strangest afrodiziak, So knick-knack paddy-whack, bring it back... Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun, Just like a Bran Van giving you some. 'Cause you're a groove girl, what a strange girl in a wicked world. Yeah, time to represent the sounds from the Bran Van motion. Smooth Liquid coming with the notion and the potion, To recollect and check my memories with degrees, Saying we's got necessities, These recepies I'll be giving, 'Cause freedom's how I'm living in my life without the strife, Who's pushing? We gots the cushion. So get on your knees and pray G-O-D, Set me free, from this fucking ill society, For real, north to the south to the east to the west, Come and bless, Buddha zest got me truly confessing, Say it yes yes yes yes. To the top is where I'm reaching, The chronic got me tweakin' And I'll be reaching for the peaking. More than you ever fucking seen, When I soar, take flight to the skies, On demise, this youth has grown wise, No disguise necessary, It's quite contrary, Proud Mary, Keep on rolling 'cause I'm strolling on the uptown sound, for real, So hold tight to steal, Lyrical assasins saying caps out to peel. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
I guess it's love...
It can be said in approximately... 3000 ways... Not including showing it. A day doesn't go by when Mr. Giambelli doesn't tell Mrs. Giambelli that, uh, he loves her. I know that... Everyday, Going day by day, In every way, I'm getting from better... To better. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
Cum on feel the noize,
Girls rock your boys. We'll get wild, wild, wild, Yeah, wild, wild, wild. So you think my singing's out of time, it makes me money, And I don't know why, I don't know why, Oh yeah, yeah... So cum on feel the noize, Girls rock your boys. We'll get wild, wild, wild, Yeah, wild, wild, wild. So cum on feel the noize Girls rock your boys. We'll get wild, wild, wild, Yeah, wild, wild, wild. So you say I've got a funny face, I've got no worries, And I don't know why, I don't know why. So why'd you always say I'm some disgrace, I'm in no hurry, And I don't know why, Yeah, I don't know why, No, no... So cum on feel the noize, Girls rock your boys. We'll get wild, wild, wild, Yeah, wild, wild, wild. So cum on feel the noize Girls rock your boys. We'll get wild, wild, wild, Yeah, wild, wild, wild. Cum on, feel it, Cum on, rock it, Cum on, yeah yeah yeah, Yeah, harder, Yeah, faster, Cum on, Cum on, Rock it, rock it, Yeah, Rock it, rock it, Yeah yeah yeah yeah... |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
I like what your t-shirt says:
I'm with stupid and stupid's with me. Let's climb to the top of the state bridge Ad see how stupid we can be 'Cause this is the first song but definitely not the song. I know that you are liquid, for I'm the governess of alone. The things I've imagined do would really quite astound you I don't do 'em, I just feel 'em, And two times two is chicken, I am your state of mind. So why can't you be: Exactly like me?, exactly like me. (x3) Like Madonna, so emotional, No car wreck, suicide, Stairway so unclimbable, No house to hide inside, Your house, your house, your house I will explore Your cold marble floors and secret doors, The fine lines of your architecture, And if you need me, I'll come and see thee, and be your visitor, We'll play kissy kissy and have a baby and figure out, What we live for. I am your state of mind. I am your state of mind. So why can't you be: Exactly like me? exactly like me. (x3) Exactly like me. (x18) |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
(Speaking):
As long as we're getting a bit technical, I'd like to remind you that most women and children can perceive higher frequencies of sound than most men. Everywhere I see your faces, Everywhere you sing your smile and, Everytime you're not around, It doesn't matter, 'Cause you're everywhere to me. Everyone you've ever known counts on you, Waits for you, To come through. Don't you know that you're gonna break through? And everywhere you came and left, You came in the name of love and, Left a wake of happiness and tenderness, And sweet conflict, sweet conflict. You hang around, You come on down, You come on down, And it's on and on and on and on, It's on. It goes on. You hang around, You come on down, But you don't come down. Whispering, Whispering, Whispering your name. You're everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, To me. Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, To me. Calling, Calling, I'm calling your number, Calling, I'm calling your number, Calling, I'm calling your number, Calling your number, I'm calling your number, Calling, You're everywhere, You're everywhere to me. Everywhere to me. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
Yeah yeah, microphone check, 1, 2, 3...
In the place to be, It is I, the R-K-A-D-E, Dropping poems on your telephone. And it goes a little like this: The tears of a clown make the whole world laugh; hee hee. And on that note, man, just give me a call, alright? Peace. End of message. People fly... |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
Listen:
This is my special moment to shine in the spotlight, A pretty young thing right here to rock the mic. Rock the mic, Like I know you do it, right? (Yeah!) Rock the mic like you do it all night! Well come on party people with the ha-ha-hoo! We're breakin' bum, shaking beats for your boog-a-loo. We gonna shock your mind with this new deja-vu And guess what Ruth Buzzie? We love you! You see the bran clown taking you down, No frown. I got the foxy uber ladies from the underground. Said you used to be lost, But now I'll be found; Like the Puerto Rican passion on the Brooklyn bound. Going uptown, midtown, downtown, Bran Van say: Verb to the noun. This is my special moment to shine in the spotlight, A pretty young thing right here to rock the mic. Rock the mic, Like I know you do it, right? (Right!) Rock the mic like you do it all night! With the old school, new school, c'mon, Bob your head to the mid-school. With the old school, new school, c'mon, Bob your head to the mid-school. Old school, new school, even in-between school, Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school? Old school, new school, even in-between school, Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school? "I don't know about touching the mic tonight; the club's really packed." "It's okay, touch the mic." "Sure?" "Yeah, touch it." Come a little closer, Try to touch it with desire. This man's on a mission to set this mic on fire. Like a fish on a hook, Bird on a wire. Let me stand before the truth, Girl fire, 'Cause: Cupid had an arrow For the pharaoh, So he shot. Made me want it how i want it, But this fire's damn hot. Too hot to hold, Too damn good to fold, I gotta tell you how I tell you so the truth be told, For the: Old school, new school, c'mon, Bob your head to the mid-school. It's the old school, new school, c'mon, Bob your head to the mid-school. Old school, new school, even in-between school, Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school? Old school, new school, even in-between school, Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school? My Cartesian quotient of my calibration, Got us qualified for this deviation. As I lose myself in you, Yes I lose myself in you. It's my moment to shine; Rock the mic. It's my moment to shine; Rock the mic. (I lose myself in you.) It's my moment to shine; Rock the mic. It's my moment to shine; Rock the mic. (My moment to shine) Your time with me is up. It's my moment to shine; Rock the mic. It's my moment to shine; Rock the mic. It's my moment to shine; Rock the mic. It's my ... rock the mic; Rock the mic. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
Just sing the melody and we'll follow along.
Dear Willard, I changed my town for you, Dear Willard, I smuggled guns for you, Tonnes for you. Dear Willard: For your sweet loving, I risked getting shot... Not. It's kind of... country... I poured my heart to you, Willard, I changed my town for you, Dear Willard, I smuggled guns for you, Tonnes for you, Dear Willard: For your sweet loving, I risked getting shot. He stands high as the harvest grass, His reddish complexion is brightened by the falling sun. His friends call him Davey, But he lets me call him by his Mama's given name: Willard. His sideburns are strong, And his hands are those of a working man. I know his t-shirt never changes, But that's why I love him. Willard: The very name I wear on my arm and hold dear to my heart. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
Ooh, look at all this company coming round tonight.
Even Catherine O'Hara's come by to say hello. You really wanna know? Well, I'll tell you, I might have to pour myself another little moonshine... Here we go: It was a sweet and frosty May, In the town of Thunder Bay, When Dale and Wendy Day went out to Sweetbrush Lake. Found a weeping willow to sit down and do the Thunder Bay a go-go, While the wind was real soft. Poor little Wendy just had to break. Later on that month, Dale went for Pepper lunch at the we're-all-in-this-together diner. Yeah, the pea soup was fine, The corn cob on time, The chili dogs even finer. The real reason was that Wendy was working counter. Those two little kids just couldn't get enough of each other. Dale broke out like a man and said: Wendy I think I want to take your hand and make little children, live beyond the sand. In respect to the clouds And the colony of your eyes That day we made love I'm going to call my little child Amber Jones Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free. Which is exactly what happened. There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine. Let me ask you one question, and it goes: Hey supermodel, What's it like being pretty? Now everyone knows that if you're going to run a successful cafe, You have to hire the prettiest waitress. Amber it turns out had been working at the Pepperlunch cafe just like her mother did 20 years earlier, And it boils down to this very simple doctrine, Given by Ralph Habbasham the owner: Ralph says the customer is always right, And the customers here are mostly men, And though it don't seem, From table 2 to 16, All men do is dream: Of falling in love, just like women. Now sitting at table 20 was a man from New York city who was most impressed with Amber's poses. He said, Come over here missy, I gots a kind of proposition, that is, if you're willing to listen. Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free. There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine. Come with me. Hey supermodel. Where will I stay? My place, where do you think? Is it big enough? It's got a double bed! And she was just everywhere! I mean little girls wanted to be like her, Little boys wanted to be with her, And even mothers somehow altered their physique just to be a little close to what Amber represented. One day Amber, who likes the Sweetbrush diner where she used to work, really missed those coconut cake cucumbers, And made out with one giant flesh missile on the top of her forehead. Poor little Amber couldn't do a thing about it. And her poor career went kinda downhill as the people outside her hotel room penthouse cried out... Well, you know what they cried out: Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free. Sing along with me gals. There ain't no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine. Hey supermodel, What's it like being a teen dream? Shackles, shackles, shackles on my heart, I loved you from the very first day, from the start, But you left, call it theft of the heart, Bring me back the spark, Pretty girl, pretty princess, that is left. Bright lights in the glitter, The shine of the night, right, You dreamed of the city 'cause you dreamed of flight, But it's timber, watch these trees that are falling, Pretty little princess with no one to call It's a small town now girl, it doesn't seem so small, First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall, with me. Y'all check it with the degrees, Bring it back on the m-i-c, 'Cause the man's on his knees, Small town ways, In the g's from grade, Bring me back sunny days, We's that praise, haze Y'all tripping through the maze everyday, In the mind want the grape from the vine that was mine. Come back y'all to the very first day that we met, 'Cause I must call it theft, y'all Protection and selection of my memories, Poet on the mic, With degrees saying please, Princess y'all, my supermodel girl, Bring you back pretty princess, 'Cause I like to rock your world, One time, smooth, sweet like wine. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
Sob sadly,
The bios are moving, or could we find that tall child? And dividing honestly was like praying badly, And the boy is obese, All blasts could climb. First you become oblong, Totally presumptuous. To move is form. |
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from Bran Van 3000 - Glee (1998)
Mama don't smoke that much dope
Don't you worry about me Mama don't smoke that much dope Don't you worry about me I only get high about twice a day It helps to keep my blues away Chris said something 'bout all them Long-haired Jesus Christ look alikes Shining down on me (bis) I'm more laid back then you (bis) I'm more laid back then you will ever be Mama don't smoke that much dope Don't you worry about me Mama don't smoke that much dope Don't you worry about me I only get high about twice a day It helps to keep my blues away... |
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