<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:33:46.206-07:00</updated><category term='olei'/><category term='Morrisey'/><category term='Rappen'/><category term='olei HI;HU'/><title type='text'>Música</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-1181973417139816618</id><published>2007-03-27T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:24:47.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eurythmics</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6z0w08K7rls"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6z0w08K7rls" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;I travel the world&lt;br /&gt;And the seven seas--&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for something.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to use you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to get used by you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to abuse you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to be abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hold your head up--keep your head up--movin' on)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-1181973417139816618?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1181973417139816618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=1181973417139816618' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/1181973417139816618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/1181973417139816618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/03/eurythmics.html' title='Eurythmics'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-8479675127919626035</id><published>2007-02-18T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:59:13.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttons Pussycat Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tCkvKlf7ZEQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tCkvKlf7ZEQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical&lt;br /&gt;Hardly the type I fall for&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking the physical&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me asking for more&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sexy mama (Mama)&lt;br /&gt;Who knows just how to get what I want and (Want and)&lt;br /&gt;What I want to do is spring this on you (On you)&lt;br /&gt;Back up all of the things that I told you (Told you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You been saying all the right things all along&lt;br /&gt;But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;How these clothes are fitting on me&lt;br /&gt;And the heat coming from this beat&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to blow&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you're a big boy&lt;br /&gt;But I can't agree&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the love you said you had&lt;br /&gt;Ain't been put on me&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I'm just too much for you&lt;br /&gt;Wonder&lt;br /&gt;If my kiss don't make you just&lt;br /&gt;Wonder&lt;br /&gt;What I got next for you&lt;br /&gt;What you want to do? (Do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours&lt;br /&gt;I can see, just like most guys that your game don't please&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;How these clothes are fitting on me&lt;br /&gt;And the heat coming from this beat&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to blow&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a make you loosen up my buttons babe&lt;br /&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you loosen up my buttons babe&lt;br /&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a make you loosen up my buttons babe&lt;br /&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you loosen up my buttons babe&lt;br /&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-8479675127919626035?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8479675127919626035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=8479675127919626035' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/8479675127919626035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/8479675127919626035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/02/buttons-pussycat-dolls.html' title='Buttons Pussycat Dolls'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-6017490785375185537</id><published>2007-02-18T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:46:44.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rampeneren</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqej90AuZro"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqej90AuZro" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Deze moet je voelen&lt;br /&gt;We beuken door je speakers&lt;br /&gt;We stampen met die sneakers&lt;br /&gt;Ali B is in de club&lt;br /&gt;Partysquad&lt;br /&gt;En yo, Yes-R&lt;br /&gt;Breek de tent af yo&lt;br /&gt;Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yes-R]&lt;br /&gt;Wees eens lief&lt;br /&gt;En ik geef je wat nieuws&lt;br /&gt;Want een eeuwige klier heeft geen reden hier&lt;br /&gt;Kijk Ali B m'n neef is hier,&lt;br /&gt;En jij doet mee op jouw manier&lt;br /&gt;Waarom zou ik jou versieren&lt;br /&gt;Ik laat jou je kontje pieren&lt;br /&gt;Bel Partysquad en m'n vrienden&lt;br /&gt;Yes-R heeft weer wat te vieren.&lt;br /&gt;Boek een hotel, zo snel&lt;br /&gt;Die chick die je bij je hebt, die mag ik&lt;br /&gt;ook wel&lt;br /&gt;En o hel, eenmaal op de dansvloer&lt;br /&gt;Let helemaal niet op de dingen die ik dan&lt;br /&gt;doe&lt;br /&gt;tantu spang is die moke-mixie&lt;br /&gt;Elke chickie wil een piecie&lt;br /&gt;Van m'n lange jiggie-jiggie&lt;br /&gt;[Ali B.]&lt;br /&gt;Gatverdamme, ey ga zitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Partysquad]&lt;br /&gt;Ey yo we bouncen op die beat&lt;br /&gt;Ey yo we stampen op die beat&lt;br /&gt;We rampeneren op de vloer&lt;br /&gt;En het geeft geen ene moer&lt;br /&gt;Want het is Ali&lt;br /&gt;(Wat?!)&lt;br /&gt;'T is Ali&lt;br /&gt;(Wat?!)&lt;br /&gt;Met Yes-R&lt;br /&gt;(Wat?!)&lt;br /&gt;Met Yes-r&lt;br /&gt;(Wat?!)&lt;br /&gt;En Partysquad&lt;br /&gt;En Partysquad&lt;br /&gt;En Partysquad&lt;br /&gt;[Yes R]&lt;br /&gt;Partysquad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ali B]&lt;br /&gt;Beweeg die voeten en die handen&lt;br /&gt;Mensen moeten lekker dansen&lt;br /&gt;Op die vloer en mee gaan stampen&lt;br /&gt;Dat is goed voor vet verbranden,&lt;br /&gt;Aerobic met erotiek&lt;br /&gt;Misschien krijg je 't van Angelique,&lt;br /&gt;Fatima of Veronique,&lt;br /&gt;Zo lang ze maar denearo ziet,&lt;br /&gt;Ali, Partysquad en Yes-R brengen vette&lt;br /&gt;gekke bengers&lt;br /&gt;Wekkerrappers likken m'n cracker&lt;br /&gt;Tfoe in je kop&lt;br /&gt;Ik spit met spetters&lt;br /&gt;Jij vind mij een hard-true-man met&lt;br /&gt;commerciele rataplan&lt;br /&gt;En toch heb ik een achterban van hier tot&lt;br /&gt;aan Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Partysquad]&lt;br /&gt;Ey yo we bouncen op die beat&lt;br /&gt;Ey yo we stampen op die beat&lt;br /&gt;We rampeneren op de vloer&lt;br /&gt;En het geeft geen ene moer&lt;br /&gt;Want het is Ali&lt;br /&gt;(Wat?!)&lt;br /&gt;'T is Ali&lt;br /&gt;(Wat?!)&lt;br /&gt;Met Yes-R&lt;br /&gt;(Wat?!)&lt;br /&gt;Met Yes-R&lt;br /&gt;(Wat?!)&lt;br /&gt;En Partysquad&lt;br /&gt;En Partysquad&lt;br /&gt;En Partysquad&lt;br /&gt;[Yes R]&lt;br /&gt;Partysquad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ali B]&lt;br /&gt;Het is weer eens disco avond&lt;br /&gt;En we zijn met hits bewapend&lt;br /&gt;DJ Jerry spin die platen&lt;br /&gt;echo : DJ Jerry spin die platen&lt;br /&gt;Ga nou niet zo parra doen&lt;br /&gt;Als ik sta op je Prada-schoen&lt;br /&gt;Je chick trekt mij nu naar de hoeken&lt;br /&gt;Want ze wil m'n lala groeten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yes-R]&lt;br /&gt;Meiden zoeken echte mannen&lt;br /&gt;Dus ze hangen graag met ons&lt;br /&gt;Ik hoef nu niet meer te spangen&lt;br /&gt;Want ik ontvang zo veel profs&lt;br /&gt;Switch m'n flow&lt;br /&gt;Spit een boog&lt;br /&gt;'T is zo dope&lt;br /&gt;Disco-pro&lt;br /&gt;Chicks come on&lt;br /&gt;Ik wil ook&lt;br /&gt;Schuren met je bil zo groot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Partysquad]&lt;br /&gt;Ey yo we bouncen op die beat&lt;br /&gt;Ey yo we stampen op die beat&lt;br /&gt;We rampeneren op de vloer&lt;br /&gt;En het geeft geen ene moer&lt;br /&gt;Want het is Ali&lt;br /&gt;(Wat?!)&lt;br /&gt;'T is Ali&lt;br /&gt;(Wat?!)&lt;br /&gt;Met Yes-R&lt;br /&gt;(Wat?!)&lt;br /&gt;Met Yes-R&lt;br /&gt;(Wat?!)&lt;br /&gt;En Partysquad&lt;br /&gt;En Partysquad&lt;br /&gt;En Partysquad&lt;br /&gt;[Yes R]&lt;br /&gt;Partysquad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-6017490785375185537?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6017490785375185537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=6017490785375185537' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/6017490785375185537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/6017490785375185537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/02/rampeneren.html' title='Rampeneren'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-2834613892611565454</id><published>2007-02-18T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:39:32.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rappen'/><title type='text'>Ali B leipe mocro flavour</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/afrAguT34wg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/afrAguT34wg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je hoort Ali B, hardcore to the bone&lt;br /&gt;Ben hellemaal leip zelfs al doe ik gewoon&lt;br /&gt;Wil je een show? geef m'n een microfoon&lt;br /&gt;Ik bust ryhmes van hier tot aan Bergen op Zoom&lt;br /&gt;Iedereen weet ik ben altijd straight, als je likt aan m'n reet ben ik altijd wreed&lt;br /&gt;Want ik schijt in je bek als een duif op je kop&lt;br /&gt;Jij bent een sukkel, maar je wijf, die is top&lt;br /&gt;en je krijgt op je kop als ik kom met de bom&lt;br /&gt;rappers die ik hoor zijn te dom en daarom&lt;br /&gt;lees ik ze de les en stuur ik ze naar huis&lt;br /&gt;m’n hooligan-fans zitten uren voor de buis&lt;br /&gt;kijkend naar The Box daar bestellen ze m'n clip&lt;br /&gt;Ali B is wack, nou, vertel het aan een kip&lt;br /&gt;*pok, pok, pok* kakkel het maar uit&lt;br /&gt;Maar zeg het voor m'n neus en dan schakel ik je uit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want dit is, ja dit is die Leipe Mocro Flavour&lt;br /&gt;Geen probleem Ali B, brengt Leipe Mocro Flavour&lt;br /&gt;Iedereen die doet mee, met Leipe Mocro Flavour&lt;br /&gt;Die Leipe Mocro Flavour, die Leipe Mocro Flavour &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kom ik weer terug met het 2e couplet&lt;br /&gt;Rappers die me kennen gaan meteen al naar bed&lt;br /&gt;Ik zeg: “slaap, slaap en word nooit meer wakker”&lt;br /&gt;breng het vers als brood bij de warme bakker&lt;br /&gt;Je bent een arme stakker en waarom doe je zo dapper?&lt;br /&gt;je roddelt als een oud wijf chillend bij de kapper&lt;br /&gt;Motherfucker, geen grappen met die mocro&lt;br /&gt;breep bra als we je klappen als een jonko&lt;br /&gt;Ik ben een jongen van de straat, als ik praat&lt;br /&gt;weet je 9 van de 10 x waar het over gaat&lt;br /&gt;Geld, wijven en mooie bakken,&lt;br /&gt;Klote skotoe wilt het van me afpakken&lt;br /&gt;Laat ze maar komen, ze zullen weer gaan&lt;br /&gt;net zo snel als ze kwamen want ze kennen de naam&lt;br /&gt;Het is de a-l-i spatie hoofdletter B&lt;br /&gt;Smoke de skotoe als een dikke vette Jay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want dit is, ja dit is die Leipe Mocro Flavour&lt;br /&gt;Geen probleem Ali B, brengt Leipe Mocro Flavour&lt;br /&gt;Iedereen die doet mee, met Leipe Mocro Flavour&lt;br /&gt;Die Leipe Mocro Flavour, die Leipe Mocro Flavour &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maak grappen met mij, je krijgt klappen van mij&lt;br /&gt;Haal je moeder en je broeder en je papa d'r bij&lt;br /&gt;Je bent een biatch dat is wat ik je zei&lt;br /&gt;toen je dacht Ali B wordt een appeltje ei&lt;br /&gt;Maar dat gaat niet zo makkelijk omdat ik als een fakkel fik&lt;br /&gt;soms denk ik echt, yo wat ben ik toch een mazzel pik&lt;br /&gt;Chickies, die hustle ik 1 voor 1&lt;br /&gt;is er een party in de buurt gaan we meteen er heen&lt;br /&gt;Een nieuw fenomeen in de hip hop scene&lt;br /&gt;ben ik in de buurt zeg dan je chick tot ziens&lt;br /&gt;Want ze gaat met me mee en komt niet meer terug&lt;br /&gt;ik zeg punk motherfuckers lul niet om me rug&lt;br /&gt;Want ik heb jullie door jullie zijn jaloers&lt;br /&gt;Maar geloof me op m'n woord jullie zijn niet stoer&lt;br /&gt;Als ik voor jullie sta met een hele click,&lt;br /&gt;Jullie weten dit we brengen wrede shit bitch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want dit is, ja dit is die Leipe Mocro Flavour&lt;br /&gt;Geen probleem Ali B, brengt Leipe Mocro Flavour&lt;br /&gt;Iedereen die doet mee, met Leipe Mocro Flavour&lt;br /&gt;Die Leipe Mocro Flavour, die Leipe Mocro Flavour &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want dit is, ja dit is die Leipe Mocro Flavour&lt;br /&gt;Geen probleem Ali B, brengt Leipe Mocro Flavour&lt;br /&gt;Iedereen die doet mee, met Leipe Mocro Flavour&lt;br /&gt;Die Leipe Mocro Flavour, die Leipe Mocro Flavo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-2834613892611565454?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2834613892611565454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=2834613892611565454' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/2834613892611565454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/2834613892611565454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/02/ali-b-leipe-mocro-flavour.html' title='Ali B leipe mocro flavour'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-6384517725480219971</id><published>2007-02-17T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:46:48.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bicycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nDfSwBVwim0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nDfSwBVwim0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride it where I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say black I say white&lt;br /&gt;You say bark I say bite&lt;br /&gt;You say shark I say hey man&lt;br /&gt;Jaws was never my scene&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;You say Rolls I say Royce&lt;br /&gt;You say God give me a choice&lt;br /&gt;You say Lord I say Christ&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;Frankenstein or Superman&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle races are coming your way&lt;br /&gt;So forget all your duties oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Fat bottomed girls&lt;br /&gt;They'll be riding today&lt;br /&gt;So look out for those beauties oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;On your marks get set go&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say coke I say caine&lt;br /&gt;You say John I say Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog I say cool it man&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the President of America&lt;br /&gt;You say smile I say cheese&lt;br /&gt;Cartier I say please&lt;br /&gt;Income tax I say Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be a candidate for&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam or Watergate&lt;br /&gt;Cos all I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride it where I like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-6384517725480219971?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6384517725480219971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=6384517725480219971' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/6384517725480219971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/6384517725480219971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-bicycle.html' title='My Bicycle'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-2464659128442417792</id><published>2007-02-17T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:42:02.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.C. &amp; The Sunhine Band with: That's the way I like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vM5NwlFA-2k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vM5NwlFA-2k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;That's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;When you take me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;tell me I'm your lovin man&lt;br /&gt;When you give me all your love and do it&lt;br /&gt;Babe, the very best you can&lt;br /&gt;Oh, That's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;When I get to be in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;when we're all all alone&lt;br /&gt;When you whisper sweet in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;when you turn, turn me on.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;Say O.K. That's the way, that's the way&lt;br /&gt;Say O.K. That's the way, that's the way&lt;br /&gt;That's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's the way, I like it&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;That's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's the way I like it&lt;br /&gt;Say O.K. That's the way, that's the way&lt;br /&gt;Say O.K. That's the way, that's the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-2464659128442417792?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2464659128442417792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=2464659128442417792' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/2464659128442417792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/2464659128442417792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/02/kc-sunhine-band-with-thats-way-i-like.html' title='K.C. &amp; The Sunhine Band with: That&apos;s the way I like it'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-8379617323905025795</id><published>2007-02-17T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:36:31.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Anoymus Romance"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oYtU2H8xH0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oYtU2H8xH0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-8379617323905025795?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8379617323905025795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=8379617323905025795' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/8379617323905025795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/8379617323905025795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/02/anoymus-romance.html' title='&quot;Anoymus Romance&quot;'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-850466976950770419</id><published>2007-02-17T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:33:09.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furelise</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ldVc2tHCdLQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ldVc2tHCdLQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-850466976950770419?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/850466976950770419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=850466976950770419' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/850466976950770419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/850466976950770419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/02/furelise.html' title='Furelise'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-1889479626686576294</id><published>2007-02-17T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:03:55.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiéreme Vicente</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLyvfQmBycA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLyvfQmBycA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicente - Quiéreme Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Quiéreme pero no me finjasquiéreme sin aires de grandeza ni&lt;br /&gt;condiciones solo entrégate yquiéreme como se quiere sin&lt;br /&gt;querer sin mas razones que los sentimientosque te&lt;br /&gt;empujan sin secretos soloquiéreme y ábreme tu almano&lt;br /&gt;escondas los temoresque hay en mi corazónquiéreme y&lt;br /&gt;estrecha esta distanciaabrázame de nuevoconfía en el&lt;br /&gt;amorpero jura júrameque el veneno de tu pielno&lt;br /&gt;me explicará mentiras no se alejará otra vezpero&lt;br /&gt;jura jura jura júrame que la sombra del ayer no se&lt;br /&gt;vestirá de dudasy me vuelva a enloquecerquiéreme&lt;br /&gt;perro sin rencoressi alguna vez erramos fuimos dos que&lt;br /&gt;discutíamos sin darnos cuentaquiéreme con ganas y&lt;br /&gt;ambicionesquiero recuperar lo que sentimoscrecemos&lt;br /&gt;de una vez la puertaquiéreme y ábreme tu almano&lt;br /&gt;escondas los temores que hay en tu corazónquiéreme y&lt;br /&gt;estrecha esta distanciaabrázame de nuevoconfía en el&lt;br /&gt;amorpero jura júramequiéreme y júrameporque es&lt;br /&gt;de bien nacido saber a quien se ha querido mi bienquiéreme y júrameeste amor es mi alimentoven aquí&lt;br /&gt;y abrázame otra vez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-1889479626686576294?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1889479626686576294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=1889479626686576294' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/1889479626686576294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/1889479626686576294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/02/quireme-vicente.html' title='Quiéreme Vicente'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-6709597492955667130</id><published>2007-02-17T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:01:56.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanto le quería</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtFK7L2fEoI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtFK7L2fEoI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eres tan hermosa y a la vez tan difícil,&lt;br /&gt;porque la vida pasa y pasa y te quiero a mi vera,&lt;br /&gt;si me trataste como un juguete sucio y abandonado,&lt;br /&gt;si no comprendes que el amar,&lt;br /&gt;es algo mas que besarnos.&lt;br /&gt;Envidio a todo aquel que el amor a encontrado&lt;br /&gt;que lo mío no es ir de flor en flor&lt;br /&gt;que de eso ya me e cansado&lt;br /&gt;solo quería donar las noches con tu cara morena&lt;br /&gt;y decirte que hay corazones que no huyen de la tormenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces la miro y lloro y lloro,&lt;br /&gt;pensando que pudo y no fue al final,&lt;br /&gt;ver a las nubes tapar las estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;estrellas que solo te quieren mirar,&lt;br /&gt;porque eres la luna que necesitaba,&lt;br /&gt;porque eres la lluvia que no ha de mojar,&lt;br /&gt;sin ti yo veía tardes de historias,&lt;br /&gt;historias que nunca quise ver acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto la quería, tanto que yo,&lt;br /&gt;por ella moría, eso bien lo sabe dios,&lt;br /&gt;ella es la reina de mi inspiración,&lt;br /&gt;por la que yo sufro, la musa de mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco en el recuerdo y no encuentro mi pasado&lt;br /&gt;las campanas y más campanas que mi alma a escuchado&lt;br /&gt;tu sabes bien que a la ultima frontera te hubiera llevado&lt;br /&gt;que los senderos de la vida hay que cogerlos con dos manos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-6709597492955667130?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6709597492955667130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=6709597492955667130' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/6709597492955667130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/6709597492955667130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/02/tanto-le-quera.html' title='Tanto le quería'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-3926138636736846160</id><published>2007-02-17T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T09:51:49.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pignoise Mentiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kpmNAeE-mc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kpmNAeE-mc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Que no las puedo elegir&lt;br /&gt;Antes que las verdades&lt;br /&gt;Para no hacerte sufrir&lt;br /&gt;Para hacer para hacer&lt;br /&gt;Que te sientas tan bien&lt;br /&gt;Que te pueda gritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me sirve de nada&lt;br /&gt;De nada me vale&lt;br /&gt;Yo te prefiero mentir&lt;br /&gt;Yo prefiero prefiero&lt;br /&gt;Que no te des cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Y aprendas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás perturbación&lt;br /&gt;Quizás mala intención.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Forman parte de tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Te las cuentan cada día&lt;br /&gt;Te alimentan de alegría&lt;br /&gt;Y es mejor decir mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Que luego todo se olvida&lt;br /&gt;Es la mejor medicina&lt;br /&gt;Y es que nunca contaminan&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero escuchar mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo es que me siento tan bien&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no me doy cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Si nada quiero saber&lt;br /&gt;Si no quiero quitar la venda de mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y poder mirar&lt;br /&gt;Nadie sabe que encuentra&lt;br /&gt;Si no estas a ciegas&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero felicidad&lt;br /&gt;Yo prefiero cerrar bien la puerta&lt;br /&gt;A mi parte sincera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás perturbación&lt;br /&gt;Quizás mala intención.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Forman parte de tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Te las cuentan cada día&lt;br /&gt;Te alimentan de alegría&lt;br /&gt;Y es mejor decir mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Que luego todo se olvida&lt;br /&gt;Es la mejor medicina&lt;br /&gt;Y es que nunca contaminan&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero escuchar mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás perturbación&lt;br /&gt;Quizás mala intención&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Forman parte de tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Te las cuentan cada día&lt;br /&gt;Te alimentan de alegría&lt;br /&gt;Y es mejor decir mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Que luego todo se olvida&lt;br /&gt;Es la mejor medicina&lt;br /&gt;Y es que nunca contaminan&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero escuchar mentiras. (x2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-3926138636736846160?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3926138636736846160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=3926138636736846160' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/3926138636736846160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/3926138636736846160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/02/pignoise-mentiras.html' title='Pignoise Mentiras'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-6024042834651130517</id><published>2007-02-17T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T09:33:22.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seal "Killer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjX-zVmqlmI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjX-zVmqlmI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother... Brother...  &lt;br /&gt;Sister... Sister...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the loneliness thats the killer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want, &lt;br /&gt;To be free. &lt;br /&gt;To live your life, &lt;br /&gt;The way you want to be. &lt;br /&gt;Will you give, &lt;br /&gt;If we cry? &lt;br /&gt;Will we live, &lt;br /&gt;Or will we.. die? &lt;br /&gt;Ohh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts...... &lt;br /&gt;Jaded hearts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal with time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....oh whoah whoah whoah.... &lt;br /&gt;Shoot that love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can &lt;br /&gt;Stop the bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Ohh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitary brother... &lt;br /&gt;...brother... &lt;br /&gt;Is there still a part of you that wants to live? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitary sister... &lt;br /&gt;...sister... &lt;br /&gt;Is there still a part of you that wants to give? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitary brother... &lt;br /&gt;...brother... &lt;br /&gt;Is there still a part of you that wants to live? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitary sister... &lt;br /&gt;...sister... &lt;br /&gt;Is there still a part of you that wants to give? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we try &lt;br /&gt;And live our lives &lt;br /&gt;The way we want to...be.. Yeah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... love love &lt;br /&gt;Oh... love love &lt;br /&gt;Oh... love love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother... brother... &lt;br /&gt;Sister... sister.... &lt;br /&gt;Brother... brother... brother... brother...brother... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no other love... There's no other love... There's no other love... &lt;br /&gt;There is no other love no other love like ours... &lt;br /&gt;There's no other love... There's no other love... There's no other love... &lt;br /&gt;There is no other love no other love like ours... &lt;br /&gt;There's no other love... There's no other love... There's no other love... &lt;br /&gt;There's no other love... There's no other love... There's no other love... &lt;br /&gt;There is no love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitary brother... &lt;br /&gt;...brother &lt;br /&gt;Is there still a part of you that wants to live? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitary sister... &lt;br /&gt;...sister... &lt;br /&gt;Is there still a part of you that wants to give? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitary Brother... brother... brother... brother...brother... &lt;br /&gt;brother... brother... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitary Sister... &lt;br /&gt;...sister... &lt;br /&gt;Is there still a part of you that wants to give? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism in among future kings can only lead to no good. &lt;br /&gt;Besides, all our sons and daughters already know how that feels. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah... &lt;br /&gt;Love love love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-6024042834651130517?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6024042834651130517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=6024042834651130517' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/6024042834651130517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/6024042834651130517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/02/seal-killer.html' title='Seal &quot;Killer&quot;'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-5536207369304934953</id><published>2007-01-25T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T09:14:34.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paulina Rubio</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4GofFN2nMeM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4GofFN2nMeM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está gritando&lt;br /&gt;ya sé que no se entera.&lt;br /&gt;El corazón escucha tu cabeza&lt;br /&gt;pero a dónde vas?&lt;br /&gt;Me estás escuchando?&lt;br /&gt;Que hay de tu orgullo?&lt;br /&gt;Qué habíamos quedado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche empieza y con ella mi camino&lt;br /&gt;te busco a solas con mi mejor vestido&lt;br /&gt;pero a dónde estás?&lt;br /&gt;que es lo que ha pasado?&lt;br /&gt;qué es lo que queda despues de tantos años?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miro esos ojos que un día me miraron;&lt;br /&gt;busco tu boca, tus manos, tus abrazos&lt;br /&gt;pero tu no sientes nada&lt;br /&gt;y te desfrazas de cordialidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni una sola palabra&lt;br /&gt;ni gestos ni miradas apasionadas&lt;br /&gt;ni rastro de los besos que antes me dabas&lt;br /&gt;hasta el amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni una de las sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;por las que cada noche y todos los días&lt;br /&gt;sollozan estos ojos&lt;br /&gt;en lo que ahora, te ves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un juguete que choca contra un muro,&lt;br /&gt;salgo a encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;y me pierdo en cuando busco&lt;br /&gt;una oportunidad, un milagro o un hechizo:&lt;br /&gt;volverme guapa y tú, guapo conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frente a los ojos que un día me miraron&lt;br /&gt;pongo mi espalda y aquí unos cuantos pasos&lt;br /&gt;y me apunto otra derrota&lt;br /&gt;mientras mi boca dice "nunca mas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni una sola palabra&lt;br /&gt;ni gestos ni miradas apasionadas&lt;br /&gt;ni rastro de los besos que antes me dabas&lt;br /&gt;hasta el amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni una de las sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;por las que cada noche y todos los días&lt;br /&gt;sollozan estos ojos&lt;br /&gt;en lo que ahora, te ves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puede ser, no soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;Me pesa tanto el corazon&lt;br /&gt;por no ser de hielo cuando el cielo&lt;br /&gt;me pide paciencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni una sola palabra&lt;br /&gt;ni gestos ni miradas apasionadas&lt;br /&gt;ni rastro de los besos que antes me dabas&lt;br /&gt;hasta el amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni una de las sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;por las que cada noche y todos los días&lt;br /&gt;sollozan estos ojos&lt;br /&gt;en lo que ahora, te ves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ahha&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ahha&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ahha&lt;br /&gt;Palabras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-5536207369304934953?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5536207369304934953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=5536207369304934953' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/5536207369304934953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/5536207369304934953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/01/paulina-rubio.html' title='Paulina Rubio'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-8047617194773649670</id><published>2007-01-25T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T02:01:56.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZpzn94J4GA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZpzn94J4GA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo la camisa negra &lt;br /&gt;hoy mi amor esta de luto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tengo en el alma una pena &lt;br /&gt;y es por culpa de tu embrujo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy s é que t ú ya no me quieres &lt;br /&gt;y eso es lo que más me hiere &lt;br /&gt;que tengo la camisa negra &lt;br /&gt;y una pena que me duele &lt;br /&gt;mal parece que solo me qued é &lt;br /&gt;y fue pura todita tu mentira &lt;br /&gt;que maldita mala suerte la mía &lt;br /&gt;que aquel día te encontré &lt;br /&gt;por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor &lt;br /&gt;yo qued é moribundo y lleno de dolor &lt;br /&gt;respir é de ese humo amargo de tu adiós &lt;br /&gt;y desde que t ú te fuiste yo solo tengo… &lt;br /&gt;tengo la camisa negra &lt;br /&gt;porque negra tengo el alma &lt;br /&gt;yo por ti perdí la calma &lt;br /&gt;y casi pierdo hasta mi cama &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cama cama caman baby &lt;br /&gt;te digo con disimulo &lt;br /&gt;que tengo la camisa negra &lt;br /&gt;y debajo tengo el difunto &lt;br /&gt;tengo la camisa negra &lt;br /&gt;ya tu amor no me interesa &lt;br /&gt;lo que ayer me supo a gloria &lt;br /&gt;hoy me sabe a pura &lt;br /&gt;miércoles por la tarde y t ú que no llegas &lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera muestras señas &lt;br /&gt;y yo con la camisa negra &lt;br /&gt;y tus maletas en la puerta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-8047617194773649670?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8047617194773649670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=8047617194773649670' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/8047617194773649670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/8047617194773649670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/01/juanes.html' title='Juanes'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-792458038455002515</id><published>2007-01-25T05:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:59:45.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not gotta get us</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbXDAPRYLiY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbXDAPRYLiY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;Starting from here, let's make a promise&lt;br /&gt;You and me, let's just be honest&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna run, nothing can stop us&lt;br /&gt;Even the night that falls all around us&lt;br /&gt;Soon there'll be laughter and voices&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the clouds over the mountains&lt;br /&gt;We'll run away on roads that are empty&lt;br /&gt;Lights from the airfield shining upon you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop this, not now I love you&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop this, not now I love you&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;We'll run away, keep everything simple&lt;br /&gt;Night will come down, our guardian angel&lt;br /&gt;We rush ahead, the crossroads are empty&lt;br /&gt;Our spirits rise, they're not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;My love for you, always forever&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me, all else is nothing&lt;br /&gt;Not going back, not going back there&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand us&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop this, not now I love you&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop this, not now I love you&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;They're not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get us&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna get us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-792458038455002515?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/792458038455002515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=792458038455002515' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/792458038455002515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/792458038455002515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-gotta-get-us.html' title='Not gotta get us'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-5715388847692900102</id><published>2007-01-25T05:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:55:34.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipz</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SddmEl_C8dE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SddmEl_C8dE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“attention, attention, calling chipz, calling chipz.&lt;br /&gt;There’s been an ufo sighting on the interstate highway 517.”&lt;br /&gt;“rach-l to controle, i’m ready for a cover-up.”&lt;br /&gt;There’s something strange knocking on your door,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know who to turn to, can’t take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;There’s something weird right above your roof,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know who to call, there’s an e.t. on the move.&lt;br /&gt;Chipz is back, we are back in black.&lt;br /&gt;Making up a story, as we cover any tracks.&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call when your home alone, who you gonna call tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call in the twilight zone, chipz is gonna make it right!&lt;br /&gt;Chipz is back, &lt;br /&gt;Back in black,&lt;br /&gt;Chipz is back!&lt;br /&gt;“the ufo is moving south, i repeat, the ufo is moving south.”&lt;br /&gt;There’s something strange crawling on the floor, &lt;br /&gt;You’re running to your neighbours, you can’t take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;There’s something odd, you feel it in your hair,&lt;br /&gt;The ufo is lifting as you look up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Chipz is back, we are back in black.&lt;br /&gt;Making up a story as we cover any tracks.&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call when your home alone, who you gonna call tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call in the twilight zone, chipz is gonna make it right! (chipz is back)&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call when your home alone, who you gonna call tonight? (come on)&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call in the twilight zone, chipz is gonna make it right! &lt;br /&gt;“kevin to our cause, i found the ufo, and i’m preparing to step inside.”&lt;br /&gt;We’re checking up and down, &lt;br /&gt;We’re looking all arround, &lt;br /&gt;We’re going into places where the aliens are found. (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Chipz is back, (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;We are back in black. (come on)&lt;br /&gt;Making up a story, as we cover any tracks.&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call when your home alone, who you gonna call tonight? (who you gonna call)&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call in the twilight zone, chipz is gonna make it right! (the ufo is neutralized)&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call when your home alone, who you gonna call tonight? (we’re heading back to base)&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna call in the twilight zone, chipz is gonna make it right!&lt;br /&gt;Chipz is back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-5715388847692900102?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5715388847692900102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=5715388847692900102' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/5715388847692900102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/5715388847692900102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/01/chipz.html' title='Chipz'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-2937408545389888599</id><published>2007-01-25T05:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:41:03.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morrisey'/><title type='text'>Irish blood, English heart (morrisey)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvwejE-3drc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvwejE-3drc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish blood, English heart &lt;br /&gt;This I'm made of &lt;br /&gt;There is no one on earth I'm afraid of &lt;br /&gt;And no regime can buy or sell me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming of a time when &lt;br /&gt;to be English is not to be painful &lt;br /&gt;to be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful &lt;br /&gt;racist or partial &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish blood, English heart &lt;br /&gt;this I'm made of &lt;br /&gt;There is no one on earth I'm afraid of &lt;br /&gt;And I will die with both of my hands untied &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming of a time when &lt;br /&gt;the English are sick to death &lt;br /&gt;of Labour, and Tories &lt;br /&gt;and spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell &lt;br /&gt;and denounce this royal line that still salute him &lt;br /&gt;and will salute him &lt;br /&gt;Forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-2937408545389888599?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2937408545389888599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=2937408545389888599' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/2937408545389888599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/2937408545389888599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/01/xyp.html' title='Irish blood, English heart (morrisey)'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031079396047711778.post-4921971200205066006</id><published>2007-01-25T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:32:38.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olei HI;HU'/><title type='text'>Gwen Stefani</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLEfxBDBHX8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLEfxBDBHX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High on the hills with the lonely goatherd, lay-od-lay-od-lay-he-hoo&lt;br /&gt;Yodell back with the girl and goatherd, lay-od-lay-od-low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind it up&lt;br /&gt;Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;This is the key that makes us wind up&lt;br /&gt;When the beat comes on, the girls all line up&lt;br /&gt;And the boys all look, but no, they can’t touch&lt;br /&gt;But the girls want to know why the boys like us so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like the we dance, they like the way we work&lt;br /&gt;They like that way that L.A.M.B. is going across my shirt&lt;br /&gt;They like the way my pants, it compliments my shape (She’s crazy, right?)&lt;br /&gt;They like the way we react everytime we dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime the bass bangs, realize it calls your name&lt;br /&gt;Let the beat wind you up, and don’t stop till your time is up&lt;br /&gt;Get in line now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to let the beat get under your skin&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to open up, and let it all in&lt;br /&gt;But see, once it gets in, the poppin’ begins&lt;br /&gt;And then you find out, why all the boys stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re trying to bite our style&lt;br /&gt;Trying to study our approach&lt;br /&gt;They like the way we do it, so original&lt;br /&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;I guess that they are slow, so they should leave the room&lt;br /&gt;This beat is for the clubs, and cars that go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime the bass bangs, realize it calls your name&lt;br /&gt;Let the beat wind you up, and don’t stop till your time is up&lt;br /&gt;Get in line now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, uh, wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;(Ya’ll ready)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, it’s your moment&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, come on girl, you know you own it&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, you know your key is still tick-tockin’&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, and you know they’re watchin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it girl, get it, get it girl&lt;br /&gt;Get it girl, get it, get it girl&lt;br /&gt;To the font, to the side,&lt;br /&gt;To the back, but don’t let him ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep goin’ girl, it’s your night&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let him steal your light&lt;br /&gt;I know he thinks you’re fine and stuff&lt;br /&gt;But does he know how to wind you up?&lt;br /&gt;(Come on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low, hey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031079396047711778-4921971200205066006?l=musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4921971200205066006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031079396047711778&amp;postID=4921971200205066006' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/4921971200205066006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031079396047711778/posts/default/4921971200205066006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicasconsusletras.blogspot.com/2007/01/gwen-stefani.html' title='Gwen Stefani'/><author><name>Jordi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11070525578459679122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TYpOJdwVfk/SgWUIKLEONI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/okD2707ZmGE/S220/Corazon+multicolor.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
