warm up…
I used to go out to parties and stand around
‘Cause I was too nervous to really get down
But my body yearned to be free
I got up on the floor, boy
so somebody could choose me.
No more standin’ there beside the walls
I have got myself together, baby
I’m havin’ a ball
Long as you’re groovin’
There’s always a chance
Somebody watchin’ might wanna make romance
Move your body, ooo baby,
And dance all night
Do that grooving’
Feel all right
Everybody’s groovin’ on like a fool
But if you see me spread out and let me in
Baby just party high and low
Let me step into your erotic zone
Move it up
Turn it down
Shake it down
OOWWWW
You can love me when you want to babe
This is such a groovy party baby
We’re here face to face
Everybody’s swingin’
This is such a groovy place
All the young ladies are so fine!
You’re movin your body easy with no doubt
Know what you thinkin’ baby
You want to turn me out
Think I’m gonna let you do it babe
Keep on dancin’
You got to get it
Got to give it up
-marvin gaye, got to give it up
reminisce…
The camera pans the cocktail glass,
Behind a blind of plastic plants;
I found the lady with the fat diamond ring.
Then you know I cant remember a damn thing.
I think its one of those de ja vu things,
Or a dream thats tryin to tell me something.
Or will I ever stop thinkin about it.
I dont know, I doubt it.
Subterranean by design,
I wonder what I would find if I met you,
Let my eyes caress you,
Until I meet the thought of missess princess who?
Often wonder what makes her work.
I guess Ill leave that question to the experts,
Assuming that there are some out there.
Theyre probably alone, solitaire.
I can remember when I caught up
With a pastime intimate friend.
She said, bet youre probably gonna say I look lovely,
But you probably dont think nothin of me.
She was right, though, I cant lie.
Shes just one of those corners in my mind,
And I just put her right back with the rest.
Thats the way it goes, I guess.
Baby you send me
Set adrift on memory bliss of you
Careless whisper from a careless man,
A neutron dance for a neutron fan;
Marionette strings are dangerous things,
I thought of all the trouble they bring.
An eye for an eye, a spy for a spy,
Rubber bands expand in a frustrating sigh.
Tell me that shes not dreaming.
Shes got an ace in the hole,
It doesnt have meaning.
Reality used to be a friend of mine,
cause complete control, I dont take too kind.
Christina applegate, you gotta put me on.
Guess whos piece of the cake is jack gone?
She broke her wishbone and wished for a sign.
I told her whispers in my heart were fine.
What did she think she could do?
I feel for her, I really do.
And I stared at the ring finger on her hand,
I wanted her to be a big pm dawn fan,
But I had to put her right back with the rest.
Thats the way it goes, I guess.
-pm dawn, set adrift on a memory bliss
roller skate…
I looked at you
You stole my heart
You were all that I anticipated
I wanted you — Every part but I knew that love would be complicated
I began to touch — But you wouldnt let it
It never seemed to be the right time
I started to give up — down to the limit
And then you changed your mind
Chorus
And we begin to rock steady
Steady rockin all night long
And we begin to rock steady
Rockin till the break of dawn
You looked at me to my surprise
You were too anticipating
I should have known — It was in your eyes
That you were gettin tired of waiting
You wanted me so much — But I didnt get it
How could a brotha be so blind?
I started to give up — But love wouldnt let it
Then you walked into my life
chorus
You wanted me so much — But I didnt get it
How could a brotha be so blind?
I started to give up — But love wouldnt let it
And you walked into my life
- the whispers, rock steady
recommend…
(paul)
Say say say
What you want
But don’t play games
With my affection
Take take take
What you need
But don’t leave me
With no direction
(michael)
All alone
I sit home by the phone
Waiting for you, baby
Through the years
How can you stand to hear
My pleading for ya dear
You know I’m cryin
Oo oo oo oo oo
(paul)
(now) go go go
Where you want
But don’t leave me
Here forever
You you you stay away
So long girl, I see ya never
(michael)
What can I do, girl
To get through to you
Cause I love ya baby
Standing here
Baptized in all my tears
Baby through the years
Ya know I’m cryin
Oo oo oo oo oo
You never ever worry
And ya never shed a tear
You’re sayin that my love ain’t real
Just look at my fac these tears ain’t dryin’
You you you
Can never say
That I’m not the one
Who really loves you
I pray pray pray, everyday
That you’ll see things
Girl like I do
What can I do, girl
To get through to you
Cause I love you baby
Standing here
Baptized in all my tears
Baby through the years
Ya know I’m crying
Say say say…
- michael jackson & paul mccartney, say, say say
rock…
The drinking dens are spilling out
There’s staggering in the square
There’s lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody’s looking for
Somebody’s arms to fall into
That’s what it is
It’s what it is now
There’s frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down
Lights are out in the city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep
And it’s cold on the tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
That’s what it is
It’s what it is now
The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone
And high on the wind
The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes
And stares into my soul
And it’s cold on the tollgate
With the Caladonia blues
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
That’s what it is
It’s what it is now
What it is
It’s what it is now
There’s a chink of light, there’s a burning wick
There’s a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours
On Charlotte Street I take
A walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little Nell
That’s what it is
It’s what it is now
It’s what it is
What it is now
- mark knopfler, what it is
