
jeudi 29 janvier 2009
mardi 27 janvier 2009
FLY AWAY

I wish that I could fly
Into the sky
So very high
Just like a dragonfly
Id fly above the trees
Over the seas in all degrees
To anywhere I please
Oh I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah
Oh I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah
Lets go and see the stars
The milky way or even mars
Where it could just be ours
Lets fade into the sun
Let your spirit fly
Where we are one
Just for a little fun
Oh oh oh yeah !
I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah
I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah
I got to get away
Feel I got to get away
Oh oh oh yeah
I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah with you yeah yeah
Oh yeah !
I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah with you yeah yeah
I got to get away
I want to get away x4
Yeah
I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah with you yeah yeah
I got to get away
I want to get away x4
Yeah
I want to get awayI
want to fly away
Yeah with you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
LENNY KRAVITZ
CREEP
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When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so very special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when
I'm not around
You're so very specialI wish
I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh
She's running out the door
She's running out
She run run run run...run... run...
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so very special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here...
mercredi 21 janvier 2009
samedi 17 janvier 2009
BLACK JESUS

They call me white devil, black jesus
Heaven closes, hell freezes
Egos trippin, scripts keep flippin
Bloods keep bloodin, crips keep crippin
Time keeps slippin and I keep fallin
I cant see but I hear them callin, ballers ballin
Players playin, haters fightin, righteous prayin
Dont forget manhattan keep makin, brooklyn keep takin
Shook ones keep shakin, no time for fakin
Know what I mean, I aint choppin no bars just risin like cream
If you diggin the scene, you feelin the vibe
Throw your hands in the air, scream are you alive
Singin na, na, na, na, na, na x4
They call me black jesus, white moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
B-boy posin, punk rock chicks, kids are alright but I need my fix
If you diggin the mix, feelin the drugs, if you keepin it real
If you livin like thugs, I spit kisses and hugs like forty five slugs
Come back on the run and kiss my love gun
Got a look thatll kill, voice thatll carry
Half a dozen women that think I want a marry
I got trouble on my mind, Im refusin to lose
But still I got a find someone to abuse, Im gonna run spread the news
Help say the word, jump the fuck back and just act like you heard
(chorus)
They call me white devil, black jesus
Heaven closes, hell freezes
Black jesus, white moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
Singin na, na, na, na, na, na x5
They call me white sinner, black martyr, live wire
Fire starter, jungle brother, red neck cracker, freak of nature
New world slacker, sex junkie lookin for a dealer
You can play the leper girl and I can play the healer
Shit is only gettin realer, baby havent you heard
That the bird, bird, bird, yes the bird is the word
It go one for the trebble, two for the times, and three for my homies and four for the dimes
Singin lemons to the limes to the break of dawn
Excuse me (six minutes) everlast you on
And it go on and on like a rolling stone, baby, anywhere I lay my hat is my home
(chorus)
They call me white devil, black jesus
Heaven closes, hell freezes
Black jesus, white moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
Singin na, na, na, na, na, na x18
*EVERLAST*
jeudi 15 janvier 2009
vendredi 9 janvier 2009
Fille Berbère




Une fille berbère, une fille épicée si chaude et si sexy quand elle dépose ces flammes sur votre langue quand vous la goûtez c’est comme l’ Harissa ; elle est Harissa, harissa chaude, étouffante, et étincelante…
Une fille Berbère qui vous fait dansez de désirs comme les flammes dans le Kanoun. Vous dansez au bruit de la darbouka et vous essayez de rattraper le rythme mais vous échouez sur son regard, mais elle c’est la meilleure danseuse, une danse de ventre et elle excelle dans cet art…
J'aime les filles Berbères, filles chaudes, torrides, brulantes, flamboyantes…... Elle à une peau brunâtre, un scellement brunâtre dorée, une étincelle de soleil qui brûle les doigts de celui qui ose toucher….
Poivron rouge, piment entièrement rempli, non on appelle ça Fillfill, pleine de convoitise et de tentation ?
Vous vous retenez ; vous regardez et c’est l’embrasement, elle aime votre odeur pendant que vous devenez fumée se levant dans le ciel et raconter que « ELLE » est flammes …
Vous vous retenez ; vous regardez et c’est l’embrasement, elle aime votre odeur pendant que vous devenez fumée se levant dans le ciel et raconter que « ELLE » est flammes …
Pendant que vous devenez Bakhour, odeur douce, suave, exquise qui s’éloigne pour raconter ses charmes mortels….
Une fille Berbère, yeux foncés, sombres comme le charbon, cheveux ténébreux, foncés comme le bois de chauffage prêt à vous tirer dans le monde de l'enfer où votre cœur sera consumé, comme du Mechoui….
J'aime les filles Berbères, filles chaudes. Les yeux foncés, les cheveux ténébreux qui aiment le Harkouss ; qui vous désarment et vous ne combattez pas l'arôme ce ces lignes, quand sa chair se déplace ce n’est que pour arrêter le battement de votre cœur….
Les filles douces Berbères, la créature délicieuse qui ce se détale et vous voulez plus d’elle, douceur endormante, saveur raffinée comme une Degla. Sa voix ressemble au bruit des tambours qui transforme votre cœur on une Percussion déroutante ; une chanson qui rappelle le passé, les histoires d’autan, des civilisations, des contes, et des contes… oui, j'aime les filles Berbères, filles chaudes…
_Faithinlove_ ( Traduction _BILLY_)
A berber girl, a spicy girl so hot and so sexy puts to flames your tongue when you taste her like Harissa does; she is Harissa, hot harissa, scorching, and sizzling… A Berber girl makes your desires dance like the flames in the Kanoun. You dance to the sound of the darbouka and try to catch the rhythm but you fail for she is a better dancer, a belly dancer that exels in this art. I love Berber girls, hot girls.
A brownish skin, she has, a golden brownish skin brunt by sun to burn the fingers of the one who dares to touch, red pepper, fully filled, full, Fillfill, with lust and temptation?
You stand; you look at her and blaze; she likes your smell as you become smoke rising in the
air and telling of her fires, as you become Bakhour, sweet smell of Bakhour spreading to tell of her lethal charms. A Berber girl, dark eyes, dark like coal, dark hair, dark like firewood ready to pull you in the world of inferno where your heart will be mash, mush like mush, mush mushy, Mechoui. I love Berber girls, hot girls.
Dark eyes, dark hair like Harkouss that disarm you and you fail to fight the smell and the lines, the eyebrows, tender lines they move to stop the beat of your heart.
Sweet Berber girls, sweet creature that makes you want more of her, sweetness dangling, digging-lagging like Degla. Her voice resembles the sound of drums that turns your heart into an ever-banging drum; a song that recalls the past, the stories of the bygone, civilisations, tales, and tales …
Yes, I love Berber girls, hot girls…
A brownish skin, she has, a golden brownish skin brunt by sun to burn the fingers of the one who dares to touch, red pepper, fully filled, full, Fillfill, with lust and temptation?
You stand; you look at her and blaze; she likes your smell as you become smoke rising in the
air and telling of her fires, as you become Bakhour, sweet smell of Bakhour spreading to tell of her lethal charms. A Berber girl, dark eyes, dark like coal, dark hair, dark like firewood ready to pull you in the world of inferno where your heart will be mash, mush like mush, mush mushy, Mechoui. I love Berber girls, hot girls.
Dark eyes, dark hair like Harkouss that disarm you and you fail to fight the smell and the lines, the eyebrows, tender lines they move to stop the beat of your heart.
Sweet Berber girls, sweet creature that makes you want more of her, sweetness dangling, digging-lagging like Degla. Her voice resembles the sound of drums that turns your heart into an ever-banging drum; a song that recalls the past, the stories of the bygone, civilisations, tales, and tales …
Yes, I love Berber girls, hot girls…
-Faithinlove-
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