Malcolm McLaren - Jazz is Paris

Tekst :

I wore black on sashe ma de treis
Feelings in the air that love today
It s true I don t believe love beyond the grave
But then I listen to a trumpet play

You wore black on sashe ma de treis
I can still hear you miles away
I wore black you wore black
The trumpet answered back
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I black on sashe ma de treis
Feelings in the air that love today
I wear black you wear black
Sat naked on your lap
Like a child I feel love coming home

I traveled miles and miles in bed
Miles and miles playing in my head
I wear black you wear black
Makes me cry to think like that
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I give you kisses
In all the secret places
Miles and miles of miles
You re profound, like an Egyptian queen
The best looking man I ve ever seen
Mmm
I give you kisses
In all the secret places
Mmm
The best looking man I ve ever seen

I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

Malcolm McLaren - Call a wave

Tekst :

After the summer holidays
I decided to shed my clothes forever...

Now living under clouds of surf
Rising like steam from a boiling cauldron

I call a wave
I call a wave
I call a wave right now!
I call a wave

Malcolm McLaren - Deep in vogue

Tekst :

This has got to be a special tribute to the houses of New York
Le Beija, Extravaganza, Magnifique, St. Laurent, Omni, Ebony, Dupree.
In my black tights just throwing shade
Doing this dance that some queen made
I remember the first time I saw it,
Told my brother to put me up on it,
It wasn t easy no 1, 2, 3
Took a long time to learn to feel free
But here I am Vogueing pretty
In some club deep in this city
Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue
Imagine runway modelling, in freeze frame
At the ball that s what they call Vogueing
Vogueing is a challenge dance
Instead of fighting you take it out on the dance floor
10!, 10!, 10!, 10!, 10!, 10!, are there anymore!
Sometimes on a legendary night
Like the closing of the Ôgarage
When the crowd is calling down the spirits
Listen, and you will hear all the houses that walked there before *
Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue
The House of Extravaganza the House of Dupree
Who the hell are they?
They re nobody, except when they re in that little ballroom

Inne utwory

Losowe utwory

Miracle

Chorus
I ve been up, I ve been down, Until my life turned around
Whit all the love that I found, It s a miracle
I was blind, now I see, how sweet good loving could be
The way it happened to me, It s a miracle!

Girlfriend, you are...

Function

1,2,3,4.
1,2... oh god!
Do it again...
Woooo!
What re we gonna do tonight?
Yeah What re we gonna do tonight?
Oh, we should go to a function!
Ooh a oh yeah, yeah

Mmm Ooh! You know I love it, Yeah!...

Wasted whiskey

I had every intention of getting hammered here tonight
I gave my truck keys to the bar keep
Said “Dave, don’t you dare let me drive”
In the middle of this bottle
I drank my train of thought off track
So I’ve gotta stop drinking or start rethinking my reason for throwing them back

Cause it’s...

Oh my god

Oh my god (oh my god)
I ve been saved
I saw the light today and it flung me back to the edge

Oh my god
What are you asking of me?
What have I done to you lately that could make you treat...

My favourite tune

You ve got killer eyes
And an ice cream tongue
We ve got things to do
While we re still younge
So come along, come along, come along
I ll come too

You ve got kissy lips
And a pretty head
We ve got things to do
Before we re dead
So sing along, sing along, sing along
I ll...