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Madonna - Miles Away fra 2008 album Hard Candy

Tekst:
I just woke up from a fuzzy dream
You never would believe those things that I had seen
I looked in the mirror and I saw your face
You looked right through me, you were miles away

All my dreams they fade away
I’ll never be the same
If you could see me the way you see yourself
I can’t pretend to be someone else

You always love me more, miles away
I hear it in your voice, we’re miles away
You’re not afraid to tell me, miles away
I guess we’re at our best when we’re miles away

So far away (X8)

When no one’s around then I have you here
I begin to see the picture, it becomes so clear
You always have the biggest heart,
When we’re six thousand miles apart

Too much of no sound
Uncomfortable silence can be so loud
Those three words are never enough
When it’s long distance love

You always love me more, miles away
I hear it in your voice, we’re miles away
You’re not afraid to tell me, miles away
I guess we’re at our best when we’re miles away

So far away (X8)

I’m alright, don’t be sorry, but it’s true
When I’m gone you’ll realize
That I’m the best thing that happened to you

You always love me more, miles away
I hear it in your voice, we’re miles away
You’re not afraid to tell me, miles away
I guess we’re at our best when we’re miles a-a-away…

You always love me more, miles away
I hear it in your voice, we’re miles away
You’re not afraid to tell me, miles away
I guess we’re at our best when we’re miles away

So far away (X20)

Miles Away live udgave fra BBC Radio 1 Big Weekend

Beyonce Giselle Knowles sang og musikvideo fra 2008

Tekst:
If I were a boy
Even just for a day
Id roll outta bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted then go
Drink beer with the guys
And chase after girls
Id kick it with who I wated
And Id never get confronted for it.
Cause theyd stick up for me.

[Omkvæd]
If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear Id be a better man.
Id listen to her
Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
Cause hes taken you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
If I were a boy
I could turn off my phone
Tell evveryone its broken
So theyd think that I was sleepin alone
Id put myself first
And make the rules as I go
Cause I know that shed be faithful
Waitin for me to come home (to come home)

[Omkvæd]
Its a little too late for you to come back
Say its just a mistake
Think Id forgive you like that
If you thought I would wait for you
You thought wrong

[Omkvæd]
But youre just a boy
You dont understand
Yeah you dont understand
How it feels to love a girl someday
You wish you were a better man
You dont listen to her
You dont care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
Cause youve taken her for granted
And everything you have got destroyed
But youre just a boy

Beyonce Giselle Knowles er født 4. september 1981 i Houston, Texas, USA.

Fra 1984

Culture beat - Mr. Vain Recall video

Jeg har faktisk ikke set denne musikvideo før i forbindelse med denne post; men sangen I’ll Fly For You er fra albummet Parade som vist var den første originale indspilning jeg har ejet. Jeg fik albummet på et kasettebånd (MC) af min søster i julegave.

Jeg kendte ingen af sangene på forhånd; men båndet blev spillet meget og jeg kom til at holde af musikken.

Uheldigvis har jeg mistet kasettebåndet; men jeg har dog fundet Parade på en cd og nu denne video, så jeg kan stadigvæk nyde Spandau Ballets toner.

Så er der dømt overvågningsvideo

Hit it
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah,
na na nah, na na nah, na na na nah

Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer
Big up the crew in-a de area, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer

No, no, we don’t die
Yes, we multiply
Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, Rico
I know what Bo don’t know
Touch them up and go, uh-oh
Ch-ch-chang-chang

Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer
Excuse me mister officer, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer

Extraordinary
Juice like a strawberry
Money to burn baby, all of the time
Cut to fit is me
Fit to cut is she
Come juggle with me, I say every time

Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer
Dial emergency number, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer

Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah,
na na nah, na na na nah
It’s how we do it man
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah,
na na nah, na na na nah

Start like a jackrabbit
Finish in front of it
On the night is jack , that’s it, understand
I’m the daddy of the mack daddy
His are left in gold, maybe
Ain’t no homie gonna play me, top celebrity man

Murderer
I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer
Excuse me mister officer, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer

No, no, we don’t die
Yes, we multiply
Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, �G� go
I know what Bo don’t know
Touch them up and go, uh-oh
Ch-ch-chang-chang

Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer
Dial emergency number, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer

Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah,
na na nah, na na na nah, yeah man
Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah,
na na nah, na na nah, na na na nah, right

Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I’m the lyrical gangster, murderer
Big up all crew bow ya, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer

Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I’m the lyrical danger, murderer
Pick up the crew in-a the area, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer

Here comes the Hotstepper
I’m the lyrical gangster
I’m a live in-a me danger
Still love you like that

Hey
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Det har desværre ikke været muligt at finde en video til dette nummer. Fra 2008.