La Vida Loca
'La Vida Loca'!
Visit Tunisia and save your money at 'Amen Bank';
For there you will taste the style of the African!
And the facts of your myth will touch your lover,
For we are in the presence of the modern world!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Livin' La Vida Loca
She's into superstitions
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl's gonna make me fall
She's into new sensation
New kicks in the candlelight
She's got a new addiction
For every day and night
She'll make you take your
Clothes off and go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live her crazy life
But she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain
CHORUS
Upside inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca
She's livin la vida loca
Woke up in New York City
In a funky cheap hotel
She took my heart
And she took my money
She must've slipped me a sleepin' pill
She never drinks the water
And makes you order
French champagne
Once you've has a taste of her
You'll never be the same
Yeah
song performed by by Ricky Martin from Ricky Martin
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mi Vida Loca
(pam tillis/jess leary)
If you're coming with me you need nerves of steel
'cause i take corners on two wheels
It's a never-ending circus ride
The faint of heart need not apply
Mi vida loca over and over
Destiny turns on a dime
I go where the wind blows
You can't tame a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life
Sweetheart before this night is through
I could fall in love with you
Come dancing on the edge with me
Let my passion set you free
Mi vida loca over and over
Destiny turns on a dime
I go where the wind blows
You can't tame a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life
Here in the firelight i see your tattoo
Mi vida loco, so you're crazy too
Mi vida loca over and over
Destiny turns on a dime
I go where the wind blows
You can't tame a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life
We'll go where the wind blows
And i'll be a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life
song performed by by Pam Tillis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Money, Money
My baby gives me the finance blues, tax me to the limit of my revenues.
Here she comes finger-poppin, clickety-click
She says furs or diamonds, you take your pick.
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
She say, money, honey, Id rob a bank,
I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank.
Knockin off my neighborhood savings and load,
To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne.
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
Mama dont send me down to rob that bank again,
I got a notion that your leadin me to sin.
Wont you relax, wont you lay way back,
Dont you bug your honey bout no cadillac.
Its only bucks, you dont need no jack.
So wont you please relax and lay way back.
My babys lovin gives me such a thrill;
It gives me inspiration makin counterfeit bills.
Now some folks say the best things in life are free,
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
Lord made a lady out of adams rib, next thing you know, you got womens lib.
Lovely to look upon, heaven to touch;
Its a real shame that they got to cost so much.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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La Bomba
Es una bebida Que va cambiando tu vida
Una gotita de nada Te vuelve loca
Loca divertida
Agua de risa Con unas gotas de rosa
Y una aceituna sabrosa
Y en lo caliente Esa es la bomba
Muevete mamita Que me vuelvo loco
Emborrachadita de la bomba estas
Cosa Linda
song performed by by Ricky Martin from Vuelve
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Modern Dancing
Modern, modern, modern, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern
I see you acting modernly with the boys and girls
Exposure breeds discovery in the modern world
The 60's hairdos 90's eyes are just flashing lights
A touch of neon hinting class for the modern night
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern
Mono vision tv face and determined eyes
The clothes are perfect the rips in place just the perfect size
Familiarity breeds contempt but it doesn't show
We've heard the music times before but it still makes you go
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, modern dancing
Modern dancing, dancing
....variations to fade....
song performed by by Men Without Hats
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Style
Style must not be underrated
Style is often overlooked
Style is never in the papers
I read it like an open book
Style
If you cant see the substance
Style shows how its organized
Style is looking for your money
Its in the way you paint your eyes
There is always a way
A way things are done
Ive been learning my abcs
I know what is 10, I know what is 1 in
Style is a naked look
Underneath your style
Style of a different place
Talking through your style
Even the way you hide it
Reveals the thing you hide
Your style may never cause a riot
Its still a style to have no style
There is always a way
To light up a lamp
Its been a crazy year all around
The check never came
I cant let it cramp my
Style is a world for sale
You cant buy this style
Style that you cant resist
You wont cramp my style
song performed by by Utopia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Taste is more to do with manners than appearances. Taste is both myth and reality; it is not a style.
quote by Stephen Bayley
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Modern Poets And Modern Poetry
Modern poets and modern poetry seem far too complex to understand
For such as I a common labourer from the boglands of Ireland
Though whether it be good or not so it is not for me to say
As I'm not a poetry critic and so I'll keep my tongue at bay.
Maybe some of these modern poets are special and the poems they write are great
And maybe they are superior thinkers writing from exalted state
Most poetical critics now acclaim them and prefer the modern style
And 'twould seem that modern style poets are now the in thing and their efforts seem worthwhile.
But for me it's old style ballad, give me good old fashioned rhyme
To the modern style of poetry I'd prefer it every time
Like I say I'm just a labourer from the boglands of Ireland
And the complex modern style of poetry is far too hard for me to understand.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A College Going Daughter's Prayer
Lord put money in my bank
And I shall call and earnestly thank
Ma who pestered Pa to bend
To her whims and bitterly end
The fight for money in my bank.....
Ma has told him it is less
What she calls the daughter's cess
For panties, knickers and monthly chum
Things so dear they hardly come
With the money in my bank........
My account should always overflow
And on my face there be a glow
I can then, dream to start
To fulfill the desires of my heart
With the money in my bank......
My sisters' told them I am down
With a viral that's profound
I am ill and need to eat
Medicines, cherries, grapes and sweets
With the money in my bank.....
Send me Lord some pleasing news
Of good money I can use
I shall end to feign and faint
Then douse the town in crimson paint
With the money in my bank
2003
poem by Ravinder Malhotra
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A Night In Tunisia
The moon is the same moon above you
Aglow with its cool evening light
But shining at night, in tunisia
Never does it shine so bright
The stars are aglow in the heavens
But only the wise understand
That shining at night in tunisia
They guide you through the desert sand
Words fail, to tell a tale
Too exotic to be told
Each nights a deeper night
In a world, ages old
The cares of the day seem to vanish
The ending of day brings release
Each wonderful night in tunisia
Where the nights are filled with peace
(bridge)
(scat)
{repeat all twice}
(scat)
Each wonderful night in tunisia
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Richest Man
If i had a dollar
For every time
You broke my heart,
Messed up my mind
Well i'd be the richest man
I'd be the richest man
...in the world
If bad times paid interest
I'd have you to thank
I'd be driving a new car,
Have money in the bank
I'd be the richest man
I'd be the richest man
...in the world
Baby..money can't buy love
The kind i dream of is so hard to find
For a good womans touch in the morning when i rise
Well baby i'd give up every single dime
Money cant buy love
The kind i dream of is so hard to find
For a good woman's touch in the mrning when i rise
Baby i'd give up every single dime
If teardrops were diamonds from the african mines
If heartaches were silver
My whole life would shine
And i'd be the richest man
I'd be the richest man
...in the world
Baby.
song performed by by Counting Crows
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Trapecista
Saliste de entre el fondo de la noche
Y cruzaste mi puerta palida
Te temblaba tu piel como una hoja
Y susurabas algo
Que mas da
Te dije nada mas
Maldita suerte
Y sujete tu mano minima
Te habian hecho mal en todo el alma
Y venias a mi
Buscando paz
Loca
Tu jugaste al trapecista
Y sin red
Y el amor ciega
Y el amor es cruel
No saltes te adverti
No saltes,
Pero ves,
Es ley de vida
Y amar es al fin
Caer
Volvi a secarte bien entre mis manos
Y al lamer tus heridas fragiles
Te abrace contra mi lo mas que pude
Y te bese los ojos sin querer
Te dije nada mas
Maldita suerte
Y sujete tu mano minima
Te habian hecho mal en todo el alma
Y venias a mi
Buscando paz
Loca
Tu jugaste al trapecista
Y sin red
Y el amor ciega
Y el amor es cruel
No saltes te adverti
No saltes,
Pero ves,
Es ley de vida
Y amar es al fin
Caer
Loca
Tu jugaste al trapecista
Y sin red
Y el amor ciega
Y el amor es cruel
No saltes te adverti
No saltes,
Pero ves,
Es ley de vida
Y amar es al fin
Caer
Y amar es al fin
Caer
song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Money! !
Oh money!
Money, money, money! !
That day, oh money;
For how long should i wait for you to visit me?
Money rules and money is for power,
And the lack of money had made many to fall;
But the dead know nothing about you again.
Many have fallen due to the lack of money,
But my love is for the fish of the sea!
And to examine and observe the birds of the air;
But i am still waiting for my freedom on this earth.
My mind is with an idea and i want to express myself,
But to a world full of wars and less peace;
So what can i do without you oh money? !
The world is cast off and it is defiled,
And with dead men walking around us always to share with us;
But for how long should i wait for you oh money? ! !
Oh money, wher are you?
Where is your dwelling place so that i can visit you?
For i have to observe and examine you well when i do find you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Shangri-La Hotel
A visit to Shangri-La Hotel,
To my lover's room;
A visit to Shangri-La Hotel,
Like the eyes of an elephant;
I want to be in everybody's shoes but,
My mind is bigger than my shoes.
Like a message to the blue bears,
Like amessage to the white bears,
Like a message to the black bears,
LIke a message to the brown bears,
Keep it clean and soft;
a simple life to the muse of love.
A visit to my lover's room,
I am always moving and i don't look back;
Forward ever!
A visit to my lover's room,
I am always moving without looking back;
Backwards never!
A visit to my lover's room,
I know my back could be crooked;
But, i always move on.
I will surely reach to the end one day,
Like a visit to Shangri-La Hotel;
Forward ever, backwards never.
There comes a time when all seems so lost but,
Don't give up on your dreams in this life;
Like a marriage in the rain,
I do have a lover to visit.
The visit of my lover's room is like,
A love song in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To marry in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To make love in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To walk naked in the rain;
The visit to my lover's room is like,
To sing in the rain;
Life is like that at times and,
I have my mind on you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Esa Loca
[Intro: R.O.B.B.]
Yo you remember Tony from Capicu?
And carribean chicks be like papi chu
All you haters out there can't stop me dude
I got niggas out there dem shotta you
Y'all not ready for R-R-O y'all not ready for Se-an-Paul
Y'all not ready for Tony Toca
Ladies, esa loca
[Tony Touch (Sean Paul)]
Ay yo good lookin, from D.R. to Brooklyn
Puerto Rico to Montego do it for the people
Toca aka Mr. Suavito
Do what I do like I'm doin it for me though
Rep for my bredren that's without question
Pull out the weapon in case they start flexin
T. Touch he bust so stop guessin
I weed up now wheel it up in a session
Rudebwoy selecta yeah I'm a get'cha
I'm nice under pressure write a quick lecture
Sean Paul nothin but love soon as I met ya
So let's do this and show 'em who the rudest
You must be kiddin me, gettin rid of me
Guns'll blast like them boys in Tivoli
Or Rema and Jungle where all the killers be
Even in Italy they still consider me
One of the dopest that's cause I lasted
The rest is all hopeless nothin but asses
I'm so focused yet I'm so blasted
(Dutty Yeah!)
And I'm out son big up all the masses
[Sean Paul]
Tell dem all for races seh nuh guy caan try race case
Gwaan stop di progress and a gwaan embrace this
A old rust off magnum mi a got hitch upon mi waist
Tell mi if you nuh love how di teflon taste
Well I don't need a lawyer cause there won't be a case
Forget what you see now your life is get replaced
I'm di dappa Dutty dung inna di biz
I'm about to show you what respect really is
Punk yah nuh nuttin, yo I know you really think your clever
But you caan stop di style dem never
Real push button, start it if yuh ready fi whatever
Yo tell mi if you heard of mi never dem call mi
[Cho: Sean Paul]
The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalist
Oonu listen out, Esa Loca
The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a internationalist
Oonu listen out, Esa Loca
[R.O.B.B.]
Yo it's the Sosa of rap Dominicans stand up
Kingston Jamaica put your hands up
San Juan Puerto Rico I got my man Touch
My nigga Sean Paul big up big up
It's that R (Dot) O, B (Dot) B
In Jamaica we smoke kiki kiki
Ladies we got freaky freaky
I dropped out of school teach me teach me
You Touch my man Tony guns'll blow
And after the party the straight to the moe
My nigga Sean Paul still got the flow
You remember just gimme the light and pass the dro
[Sean Paul]
R.O.B.B. I got my see through straw may we blend up
Weh all who know see through dat a mi high grade friend up
Man a store quality we all a smoke to di end up
Wid mi pal upon mi pen up it a inspire mi head up
But some bwoy waan disturb man med up
Just through di money weh mi spend up dem high go get red up
When dem diss mi fi try get mi fed up
R.O.B.B. waan fi rise up di led up
Tony Toca waan fi get dem place bled up
Friends and family dem start get shred up
Just through dem nah hear di words weh mi said up
Better dem fed up or end up a dead weh dem call mi
[Cho: Sean Paul]
The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a internationalist
Oonu listen out, Esa Loca
The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalist
Oonu listen out, Esa Loca
[Outro: Sean Paul]
Yeah
Easy R.O.B.B. straight out of Jersey yuh dun know Tony Toca
A Dutty Yeah, Esa Loca
song performed by by Sean Paul
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Como La Lluvia En El Cristal
Tantas emociones
Sin vivir.
Tanto desamor,
Aciui no entr nunca el sol.
Cu ntas ilusiones
ntimas
Sin compensaciones.
Corazn cmo te pones.
Pas por la vida
Sin pisar,
Sin amor.
La gota perdida
Que se va,
Qua se va,
Ya no est .
Corno la lluvia en el cristal.
Cu ntas veces he sufrido,
Soildad.
Cu ntas veces he caldo
Por confesar la verdad.
He dado tanto amor
Mm, tanta pasin,
Como loca por la vida
Sin control, sin salida.
Pas por la vida...
Corno la lluvia en el cristal.
Corno la lluvia en el cristal.
song performed by by Roxette
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A Crazy Chick
Me a koka loca
Awe open boca
Open wide
Barbara bright
Eyes glowing
Loca locked
In marks
Question
Exclamation
Period
And three dots
Icons emo stuck
: (, :) , : o.: ,)
Love struck
Loca locked
In your heart
Tip toeing
Eye glowing
Lip slowing
Creeping
Sneaking
Sighing
Koka loca
A Wanna be bounty
Less familiar words:
koka (Serb.) chick, plus loca (Span) crazy equals Eng. A crazy chick :)
boca (It.) mouth
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Four
Hey amigas
Viva la vida
Fiesta la vida
Cantandos amigos
Viva la vida
Dance, dance
Sway your hands
Touch the ceiling
Touch the skies
Fiesta fiesta de la vida
Swirl, sway,
Raise our arms to the
Ceiling to the skies
Feel God
In the feast of your
Body swaying….
Meanwhile
Delete the email
Of the British National Lottery
Telling you that you win
One million pounds!
Ouch!
I am exercising. I am hypertensive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fiesta de la vida
Hey amigas
Viva la vida
Fiesta la vida
Cantandos amigos
Viva la vida
Dance, dance
Sway your hands
Touch the ceiling
Touch the skies
Fiesta fiesta de la vida
Swirl, sway,
Raise our arms to the
Ceiling to the skies
Feel God
In the feast of your
Body swaying….
Meanwhile
Delete the email
Of the British National Lottery
Telling you that you win
One million pounds!
Ouch!
I am exercising. I am hypertensive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Money Rules
What opens doors for you in the restaurants
What makes you realize your dreams
What lets you buy cars and cars one for every day
Just what you really need you cant buy
What makes the movie beauties smile at you
What makes your bogies shine like gold
What makes your doctor be your best friend
When you visit him
What makes the bank-clerks smile and sing
And they sing:
Money rules lets buy the world
Money rules lets rule the world
Money rules forget the world
Money rules lets crack the world
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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