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CHANGES – Black Sabbath 16 Desember 2011

Filed under: Lirik Lagu Black Sabbath — Tigor Abadi Pijarkan Matahari @ 10:18 AM

I feel unhappy, I feel so sad

I’ve lost the best friend, that I ever had.

She was my woman, I love her so.

But it’s too late now, I’ve let her go.

I’m going through changes.

I’m going through changes.

We shared the years, we shared each day.

In love together, we found a way.

But soon the world, had it’s evil way.

My heart was blinded, love went astray.

I’m going through changes.

I’m going through changes.

It took so long, to realize.

And I can still hear her last goodbyes.

Now all my days, are filled with tears.

Wish I could go back, and change these years.

I’m going through changes.

I’m going through changes.

 

Rihanna – Pon De Replay Remix (Mix) – Elephant Man 15 Desember 2011

Filed under: Lirik Lagu Rihanna — Tigor Abadi Pijarkan Matahari @ 11:46 PM

[A.P.’s Hook]
Give them a run like the cop’s comin after
Signal da plane like you trying to get captured
Move your body one time to the bass line
Go ahead ma, behind your waist line

(Chorus: Repeat Twice)
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up
All the gals pon the dance floor wanting some more what
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up

[Verse 1: Rihanna]
it goes 1 by 1 even 2 by 2
everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
lets go dip it low then you bring it up slow
whine it up 1 time whine it back once more

run, run, run, run
everybody move run
let me see you move and
rock it til the grooves done
shake it till the moon becomes the sun (sun)
everybody in the club give me a run (run)
if you ready to move say it (yeah)
one time for your mind say it (yeah yeah)
well i’m ready for ya
come let me show ya
you want to groove im’a show you how to move
come come

[Chorus: Repeat Twice]
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up
All the gals pon the dance floor wanting some more what
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up

[Rihanna’s Bridge: Repeat Twice]
hey mister
please mister DJ
tell me if you hear me
turn the music up

[A.P.]
Can you heel-toe a little mo’ for a little dough?
If I give you, will you wiggle it a little, let me know
I say, Pon De Replay, we tell the DJ we gon do what ever dance he say
Give them a run, give me ya back then give me ya front
Risky, kiss me, try to give me your tongue
I tell that girl all I want is one thing
Now she’s upset, I only want one thing
Talking rough sex, that hard love making
Have me on my job like Jamaicans
Making moves, do what you do young sexy thing
You a visual, now signal da plane
So feisty, fiery, you make me feel ire, ire
Had them ? now it’s time she try me
A.P. straight like that, watch me ride
Pass the dutch here on my left hand side, let’s rock

[Verse 2: Rihanna]
it goes 1 by 1 even 2 by 2
everybody in the club gon be rockin when i’m through
let the bass from the speakers run through ya sneakers
move both ya feet and run to the beat

run, run, run, run
everybody move run
let me see you move and
rock it til the grooves done
shake it til the moon becomes the sun (sun)
everybody in the club give me a run (run)
if you ready to move say it (yeah)
one time for your mind say it (yeah yeah)
well i’m ready for ya
come let me show ya
you want to groove im’a show you how to move

[Chorus: Repeat Twice]
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up
All the gals pon the dance floor wanting some more what
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up

[Rihanna’s Hook: Repeat Twice]

[Rihanna Hook 2: Repeat 4 times]
Ok, everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling

[Chorus: Repeat Twice]
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up
All the gals pon the dance floor wanting some more what
Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up

[A.P.’s Hook: Repeat Twice]
Give them a run like the cop’s comin after
Signal da plane like you trying to get captured
Move your body one time to the bass line
Go ahead ma, behind your waist line

 

Jamie Cullum-Get Your Way

Filed under: Lirik Lagu Jamie Cullum — Tigor Abadi Pijarkan Matahari @ 11:30 PM

Dinner at eight, that sounds fine,
I suppose that means we’ll turn up ’round nine.
Bought a bunch of flowers, just for her,
She says the burden’s on the receiver.

I opened the door and you walked in,
(sniff) the scent of wild jasmine.
The room, seemed to freeze in time,
My regular table will be just fine.

Radiant and elegant, you might be
But your concentration is so go-lightly
Both of your eyes reflecting the moon,
You really think you own the room.

Chorus:
So what game shall we play today?
How about the one where you don’t get your way?
But even if you do,
That’s okay.
So what game shall we play today?
How about the one where you don’t get your way?
But even if you do,
That’s okay.

Try to pick it up, reading the signs,
It’s turning out to be a real good time,
And who’d have thought that entertainment,
Lies in the winter of your discontent.

Now, sit at the table, face to face,
Queen takes pawn, check or checkmate!
I feel your foot brush against my leg,
I’m not that easily led.

You flutter your eyes and you toss your hair,
I have to say that it is kind of unfair,
Let me tell you baby now what’s in store,
You win the battle, but i’ll win the war!

Chorus

This has been fun, i suppose,
Although my feelings are all juxtaposed,
But truth be told, i’m as fickle as hell,
But gentlemen never kiss and tell!

 

 

T.A.T.U. – Dangerous And Moving

Filed under: Lirik Lagu T.A.T.U — Tigor Abadi Pijarkan Matahari @ 10:40 PM

You take it all away
But never give it back
And this is what you say
Their lives are yellow-black

And this is how they move
And this is how they sway
The danger is the truth
They die and come again

[Chorus]
Obstacles and signs
Perilous and looming
Dangerous and moving
Dangerous and moving

Obstacles and signs
Perilous and looming
Dangerous and moving
Dangerous and moving

Dangerous and moving

No mercy for the lost
No soothing for the sad
The line is never crossed
They are the living dead

And this is how they move
And this is how they sway
The danger is the truth
They die and live again

 

Bob Marley – I Shot The Sheriff Lyric

Filed under: Lirik Lagu Bob Marley — Tigor Abadi Pijarkan Matahari @ 10:22 PM

(I shot the sheriff
But I didn’t shoot no deputy, oh no! oh!
I shot the sheriff
But I didn’t shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, oo-ooh.)
Yeah! all around in my home town,
They’re tryin’ to track me down;
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy,
For the life of a deputy.
But I say:

Oh, now, now. oh!
(I shot the sheriff.) – the sheriff.
(but I swear it was in selfdefence.)
Oh, no! (ooh, ooh, oo-oh) yeah!
I say: I shot the sheriff – oh, lord! –
(and they say it is a capital offence.)
Yeah! (ooh, ooh, oo-oh) yeah!

Sheriff john brown always hated me,
For what, I don’t know:
Every time I plant a seed,
He said kill it before it grow –
He said kill them before they grow.
And so:

Read it in the news:
(I shot the sheriff.) oh, lord!
(but I swear it was in self-defence.)
Where was the deputy? (oo-oo-oh)
I say: I shot the sheriff,
But I swear it was in selfdefence. (oo-oh) yeah!

Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town, yeah!
All of a sudden I saw sheriff john brown
Aiming to shoot me down,
So I shot – I shot – I shot him down and I say:
If I am guilty I will pay.

(I shot the sheriff,)
But I say (but I didn’t shoot no deputy),
I didn’t shoot no deputy (oh, no-oh), oh no!
(I shot the sheriff.) i did!
But I didn’t shoot no deputy. oh! (oo-oo-ooh)

Reflexes had got the better of me
And what is to be must be:
Every day the bucket a-go a well,
One day the bottom a-go drop out,
One day the bottom a-go drop out.
I say:

I – I – I – I shot the sheriff.
Lord, I didn’t shot the deputy. yeah!
I – I (shot the sheriff) –
But I didn’t shoot no deputy, yeah! no, yeah!

 

Rod Stewart – What a Wonderful World

Filed under: Lirik Lagu Rod Steward — Tigor Abadi Pijarkan Matahari @ 10:11 PM

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin’ hands, sayin’ “How do you do?”
They’re really saying “I love you”

I hear babies cryin’, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

 

Buffalo Soldier Artist: Bob Marley

Filed under: Lirik Lagu Bob Marley — Tigor Abadi Pijarkan Matahari @ 9:28 PM

Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta:
There was a buffalo soldier in the heart of america,
Stolen from africa, brought to america,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.

I mean it, when I analyze the stench –
To me it makes a lot of sense:
How the dreadlock rasta was the buffalo soldier,
And he was taken from africa, brought to america,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.

Said he was a buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta –
Buffalo soldier in the heart of america.

If you know your history,
Then you would know where you coming from,
Then you wouldn’t have to ask me,
Who the ’eck do I think I am.

I’m just a buffalo soldier in the heart of america,
Stolen from africa, brought to america,
Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america.

Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Buffalo soldier troddin’ through the land, wo-ho-ooh!
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand,
Troddin’ through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea.

Said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america;
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the caribbean.

Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

Troddin’ through san juan in the arms of america;
Troddin’ through jamaica, a buffalo soldier# –
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival:
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta.

Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy

 

 
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