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am wondering why even twitter

is not tweeting about these lyrics of Michael Jacksons last days...
help me understand the reasons why..

"They Don't Care About Us"

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody's gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kike me
Don't you black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate
You're rapin' me of my pride
Oh, for God's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...
Set me free

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
black man, black male
Throw your brother in jail

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody litigation
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Some things in life they just don't wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Kick me, strike me
Don't you wrong or right me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
 
I used to be in an a half time tumble...playing the this tune...egad the past//
I was in gym...biting nails

sitting here wondering what a half time tumble is (I know what a tumble is over here lol have to be a quickie tho to fit into half time!)
 
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sitting here wondering what a half time tumble is (I know what a tumble is over here lol have to be a quickie tho to fit into half time!)

was half time that I was a gymnist , and did mat performances to that song...
seems like a life ago...:)
 
was half time that I was a gymnist , and did mat performances to that song...
seems like a life ago...:)

My goodness you must be supple It's so interesting to discover little snippets of peoples former lives. We join together in a common interest but there are so many fascinating facts that we'll probably never know.

We are the world
 
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changing up

I recently aquired this cd and was taken by this tune

yrics to Not Me :
Radames:
I once knew all the answers
I stood on certain ground
A picture of true happiness
Confidence so effortless
No brighter could be found

Mereb:
Oh No

Radames:
I never asked the questions
That trouble me today
I knew all there was to know
Love worn lightly
Put on show

My conquests on display (Mereb:I can't believe He's changing)

And who'd have thought that (Mereb:Oh, no)
Confidence could die?
Not me , Not me (Mereb:Not me, not me)
That all I took for granted was a lie

Not me, Not me
And who'd have guessed
I'd throw my world away

To be with someone I'm afraid will say (Mereb:This can never)
Not me,not me (Mereb:Be)

Mereb:
He's in love
But he's not the only one
Who'll be changed

Aida:
I shall not envy lovers
But long for what they share

Amneris:
An empty room is merciless
Don't be surprised if I confess
I need some comfort there

Aida and Amneris:
And who'd have thought
That love could be so good?
Not me, not me
And show me things I never understood
Not me, not me

Who'd have guessed he'd
Throw his world away
To be with someone til his dying day
Not me, not me

Radames, Amneris, Aida:
And who'd have thought that love
Could be so good
Not me, not me (Mereb:Not me, not me)
My/his secrets &
My/his passions understood
Not me, not me (Mereb:Not me, not me)

Who'd have guessed
I'd/ he throw My/his world away
To be with someone til my/his dying day
Not me/not me (Mereb:This can never b


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdSFzTGx84s
 
Imogen Heap

I so very much love this artist, Imogen Heap. Her music, so powerful even when the notes only whisper..that I feel it tremble inside me..visceral quiver..fingertip touch..a lick and a taste a full bite of pleasure, pain, absolute longing....


yeah. I dig this chick.



Just the latest tune of hers(although not a new release) to grab me and not let go..smoother than a lot of her others, lacking in that subtle dissonance that speaks volumes..but still just as evocative, as lush, so deliciously well said....


Imogen Heap~ Come Here Boy..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2TYYjik3Y_k
 
*snicker*

Okay okay...so I already shared one today...but here is another one that just begged for sharing. An Icelandic group Sigur Ros. This song blew me away the first time I heard it...and even after having listened to it a thousand times or more (only a slight exaggeration) it still sits me back in my chair each time.


I lived in Iceland for a couple of years when I was a kid...and I think that's part of the reason I love this tune so much...it is so much like Iceland (of my memories) to me. (coincidence? Or just hearing what I wish? *shrug*) It is in parts raw and harsh as a scratch of nails on a chalkboard but perfect in it's ache of sound.. Raw...harsh...stripped of the pretty packaging of top forty tunes..but absolutely beautiful.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0LOIgmIb80
 
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