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Easter Parade

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The Continental - words by Herb Magidson, music by Con Conrad - Academy Award-winning song from the 1934 film version of The Gay Divorcee - as recorded in London, November 1934, by Sam Browne with Scottish pianist-arranger George Scott-Wood (1903-1978) and the London Piano-Accordian Band It's something daring, the Continental A way of dancing that's really ultra new It's very subtle, the Continental Because it does what you want it to do It has a passion, the Continental An invitation to moonlight and romance It's quite the fashion, the Continental Because you tell of your love while you dance You kiss while you're dancing It's Continental, it's Continental You sing while you're dancing Your voice is gentle and sentimental You'll know before the dance is through That you're in love with her and she's in love with you You'll find while you're dancing That there's a rhythm in your heart and soul A certain rhythm that you can't control And you will do the Continental all the time

The Dance You Choose

ASELIN DEBISON "Sweet Is The Melody"
Come on everybody all across the land Come on everybody it is time to dance To the music I am playing The message I'm conveying Cause everything is flowing from my heart Come on everybody bring your dancing shoes, If you'd like to listen I've a song for you Let's kick up a commotion From my side of the ocean For I have got a notion to [CHORUS] Dance to the fiddles in the rhythm of the reels Dance to the life and the love that you feel Dance to the song of the one that you love So true Oh, life is in the dance you choose Dance to the fiddles in the rhythm of the reels Dance to the life and the love that you feel Dance to the song of the one that you love So true Oh, life is in the dance you choose I will bring to you the sweetest blossom Bearing precious melody and all When it's time to dance we far too often Get wrapped up in the worry of the fall And I will catch you Come on everybody all across the land Come on everybody it is time to dance Let's keep the rhythm steady Let's lift the heart that's heavy Is everybody ready to... [CHORUS]

Cook It Up

AESOP ROCK "Bazooka Tooth"
Cook it up, Spooky, Salute, Look 'Zook'll hook it up to shoop the local Wendy Cooper loopy Low brow, low brim, she asked me, "What's the name?" I flashed the grossest fang in show biz Young Valkyrie's open, "What's yours?" "Um, Jenny, um..." body clocked in a ten-penny sum Sprung colossal, miss, may I process your Pentium? But Ae is hesitating, "My princess, The pigeon holing roles that your predecessor's lunacy in the kismet" Her eyes googled back as that of one unfortunate breed Plus a new kink in the posture "Just don't get all barnacley Or Get P.T. Barnumed in 3D THX sound stereo dismissal Sorry hun, it's just the last few have been a fistful Like, like, them girls you bump into out dumb luck get high innocently kiss once when she's punch drunk Watch her misinterpret the moment tongues touch Crazy Miss Cling-a-lot claim instant one love And you gotta beg your friends to take 'em off your hands like thumbcuffs Or them barbies you'll vibe for a sexy second (lovely) Give it a month; Hyde Heckles Jekyl and she makes Hitler look cuddly But Jenny in the sky with emerald eyes You're so different, so delicious, so the fish I'd be willing to walk the limb with! So let's just get a few things out the way: (okay) I'm clinically bonkers and hate just about everyone God's great earth offers I won't be getting dressed up to impress your family, dear And if I can't wear jeans and sneakers then I won't be lamping there Nope, aggro-pimp, sinfully, finicky nova, back it up no-diggity soldier Magic-touch fingertip donor Own up to your dirty debutant animalistic instincts Ritual courting dance and breeding behaviours (like what?) Like, "I dream of Jeannie and fucking her obscenely" But Jenny could be Jeannie so easily if you'd let me Hell, the bad tact daddy-o Merlin-- 'e' for effort Most of these high-post Fabio world motherfucks make my head hurt Dead up-- I got death in the skull but you'll get used to it ma Dinner and cinema, yes, just cough the bread up Sure, he schleps with naked pockets but I carry dreams Like I wanna be an astronaut after you marry me" (WHAAAAT??) "You're rushing this I feel smothered it's crowding me awfully, dolly I love you, Get the fuck off me! Sorry." (Call me) And I'm circling her like a tiger shark frenzied but friendly "I'm cool, how you feeling Jenny?" (Jenny) Jenny (Jenny) Jenny "So quiet, ooh I like that, so mysterious, I dig it The way you haven't made eye contact with me once in ten minutes I'm just saying girl, I'm dirty-dog raw vintage mixed with mega-low society Mister gutter-fuck etiquette, try me So there it is.. game. I mean it's not like I'm sweating you 'Cause when it comes down to it, most y'all females are the same But now it's your turn baby, spit it out "Okay," she punched me dead in the fuckin mouth and walked away Watch out ladies cause you know he don't love ya Bazooka Tooth is one bad motherfucker He's a low life pimp with a low life game He needs a no life dame with a strobe light frame Cook it up now.. No ring on the finger There ain't no strings attached But if you love television and manic depression Get a carton of cigarettes And we can make it happen Get to mackin' Just leave your bag up on the curb with the trashcan It ain't like I seen you in maxim Relax with the tap dance Lights, camera, lap dance Cook it up now..

God Is A Dj

PINK "Try This"
[Back][Home] [VERSE 1:] I've been the girl with her skirt pulled high Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes Now I see the world as a candy store With a cigarette smile, saying things you can't ignore Like Mommy I love you Daddy I hate you Brother I need you Lover, hey 'f*** you' I can see everything here with my third eye Like the blue in the sky [CHORUS:] If God is a DJ Life is a dance floor Love is the rhythm You are the music If God is a DJ Life is a dance floor You get what you're given It's all how you use it [Verse 2:] I've been the girl- middle finger in the air Unaffected by rumors, the truth: I don't care So open your mouth and stick out your tongue You might as well let go, you can't take back what you've done So find a new lifestyle A new reason to smile Look for Nirvana Under the strobe lights Sequins and sex dreams You whisper to me There's no reason to cry [CHORUS:] If God is a DJ Life is a dance floor Love is the rhythm You are the music If God is a DJ Life is a dance floor You get what you're given It's all how you use it [BRIDGE:] You take what you get and you get what you give I say don't run from yourself, man, that's no way to live I've got a record in my bag you should give it a spin Lift your hands in the air so that life can begin If God Is a DJ... If God If God is a DJ (life is a dance floor) Get your ass on the dance floor [CHORUS (2X):] If God is a DJ Life is a dance floor Love is the rhythm You are the music If God is a DJ Life is a dance floor You get what you're given It's all how you use it

Take You Home

ANGIE MARTINEZ "Animal House"
[VERSE 1:] I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas Car behind me on my ass, speed pass Turn the radio on that's my joint got me and I need to dance Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's You screaming 'hey yo', you don't got a chance Son, you are speaking a language I don't understand Know the dude I hang with, I don't hold his hand Cause, me, I'm free to choose It's possible to leave with you When we get through, I drive passenger seat for you Let's ride At one I arrive Walked past the line Damn his ass is fine Some guy now we up in the spot Watch Place hot Couple of bottles champagne popped And that's how we doing it now I'm scheming while the DJ's moving the crowd [CHORUS 2X:] I was wondering if I could take you home Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home I was wondering if I could take you home Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home [VERSE 2:] It's around 2 A.M. The mood is trend The club is snug I see him watching, love is love Caught him when I looked up, gave him a glance Promotion chick walked over while I'm shaking her hand I'm looking over her Sorry but I'm waiting for this man Is what I told her, so she could leave No breaking up my plans No time for talking about shows Or dates that I could host Damn, he walking over to me, they breaking out the jokes My girls laughing They see me already imagining He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him I answered him He took my hand with him Dancing close I turned around and gave him my back, he passed a smoke He put his hand on my hip, then my stomach He must want it And I was really just 'bout to leave, his clique fronted Like they don't see That they man 'bout to tell 'em peace And to think, I wasn't even gonna go out..see [CHORUS] [VERSE 3:] All I need is my lip gloss, I.D., gum, and I'm straight Especially if it's Envy in bungalow eight We making it hot on the dance floor today But my girls wanna leave cause there's nothing to take Nothing to meet Spot dead, nothing to see Then we all agree that we won't leave Cause some spots the papi's still come at three That's when I tell the DJ to run that please He dancing behind me I feel what's under his jeans And I had one too many so I'm under his scheme I mean I'm cool and the gang The music is playing Think I found what I'm looking for, no purpose in waiting Almost time for breakfast Standing by the coat checkers Looking for my parking lot ticket...that's it And this night just ended Can't say with who, what, or where but it'll definitely be remembered [CHORUS] [OUTRO:] Would you be my boyfriend [3X] For tonight only Would you be my boyfriend [3X] For tonight only

I Want To See You As A Dancer

Battiato Franco
I want to see you as a dancer Like the desert gypsy women Whit candelabras on their heads Or like the balineses on their holidays I want to see you as a dancer Like dervishes tourneurs Who twist around around their back-bones To the sound of ankle bracelets of Katakali The walls are turning turning all around us As we are dancing Dancing The walls are turning turning all around us As we are dancing And radio Tirana's playing Music fro Balkan For Bulgarian dancers With bare feet they dance on burning embers In the oriental island In sunny summer dance halls Couples of old folks are dancing To a rhythm in seven-eight The walls are turning turning all around us As we are dancing Dancing The walls are turning turning all around us As we are dancing In the rhythm of the heath -the key Of old tribal magical rites Kingdoms of the Shamans And rebel players on the road again Down across the plainlands In sunny summer dance halls Couples of old folks are dancing A classical Viennese waltz

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