Valentine's coming, and here is the perfect hopelessly romantic and cute song for the season. Yup, there can be no better song than those written randomly.
Now that I've got the song, it's time for me to hunt for a date... Happy Valentine's Day!
I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad Carry you around when your arthritis is bad All I wanna do is grow old with you
Ill get your medicine when your tummy aches Build you a fire if the furnace breaks Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you
I'll miss you I'll kiss you Give you my coat when you are cold
I'll need you I'll feed you Even let ya hold the remote control
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink I could be the man who grows old with you I wanna grow old with you
In conjunction with my craze for her, this post is dedicated to her to mark the return of Audible Orgasm. Hot, sultry with a damn naughty smile, she can make any man go berserk and even the bent turn straight.
This is actually an old song, but I guess it is pretty fresh among our local ears. Translation of the lyrics are in blue below. Check out her video, don't blow.
Here you go for some good Korean orgasm.. Aja aja fighting!
na na na na nan nan na na na na na na na na nan nan na na na na
na reul bo go it sseo da ga o go it sseo nae ga bo naen nun bi che ggeul lyeo na reul bo go it sseo bba jyeo deul go it sseo nae ga geo neun chwe myeon e chwi hae
o neul neo reul taek haet sseo na reul han beon an a bwa neo e wae ro um e ni ga seum e mo du mat gil ge jo geup hi seo du reu ji ma jom deo meot ji ge da ga wa ga seum i ddeu geo un sa ram i bam mo du ga ham gge neu ggi gil sa rang eui no rael bul leo neo wa na ha na ga dwe eo meom chul su eob neun geu chum eul i bam neo wa ham gge chu go ship eo
na na na na nan nan na na na na nae ga ne ge jul su it neun sa rang eul neo e ge jul ge na na na na nan nan na na na na geo chim eob neun neo eui sa rang neo wa na dan dul i seo
neo reul bo go it sseo ut seo ju go it sseo ni ga nae ge da ga ol ddae gga ji son jit ha go it sseo nae ge o go it sseo nae ga bo naen nun bi che ggeul lyeo
o neul neo reul taek haet sseo na reul han beon an a bwa neo e wae ro um e ni ga seum e mo du mat gil ge jo geup hi seo du reu ji ma jom deo meot ji ge da ga wa ga seum i ddeu geo un sa ram i bam mo du ga ham gge neu ggi gil sa rang eui no rael bul leo neo wa na ha na ga dwe eo meom chul su eob neun geu chum eul i bam neo wa ham gge chu go ship eo
na na na na nan nan na na na na nae ga ne ge jul su it neun sa rang eul neo e ge jul ge na na na na nan nan na na na na geo chim eob neun neo eui sa rang neo wa na dan dul i seo na na na na nan nan na na na na
Translation:
You're looking at me and coming closer I'm being drawn in by your gaze You're looking at me and falling in I'm being hypnotized by you
I'm going to have you tonight Hold me close I'll leave my lonely heart on you tonight
Don't hesitate, be cool I want to feel this blazing heart with you tonight Sing the song of love as we become one I want to dance the never ending dance with you
(nah nahnahnah nannannahnahnah) I'll give all the love I can (nah nahnahnah nannannahnahnah) Just you and me tonight with your unstoppable love
You're looking at me and smiling Until you come over to me You're giving me signs, you're coming to me I'm being drawn in my your gaze
I've chosen you tonight, hold me close Don't hesitate, be cool I want to feel this blazing heart with you tonight Sing the song of love as we become one I want to dance the never ending dance with you
(nah nahnahnah nannannahnahnah) I'll give all the love I can (nah nahnahnah nannannahnahnah) Just you and me tonight with your unstoppable love
I was never a fan of house music. Never. Besides the few famous tunes like Benni Benassi's Satisfaction and Tiesto's Traffic, I am a hater.
I don't get why people like the dull humping tunes they call a beat that keeps on repeating itself throughout the entire song, which then turns out to be a song already.
And then there's this shuffle dance thingy. People leaping sideways like crabs walking through hot charcoal. I don't get it! That is not dancing, that is a bloody routine that you do on the dance floor, and taking up so much space while you're at it.
House. Definitely not me.
But that was me.
The "now" me, doesn't only have a tolerance, but kinda, dig house music. Those dull beats are what you hear in clubs played by Ah Beng DJs. Real house music, progressive house, deep house, trance, electronic, etc are kick ass.
Listen to the music. How it blends. How it intertwines. How it tells a story. Melody replaces the need of lyrics. How the beat switches. All of that, takes skills. Kick ass skills. Such beauty. Really.
Don't beleive me? Then let me introduce you to this tune.
David Guetta, named No.5 world's best DJ by DJMag, is celebrating his birthday TODAY (Nov 7) even as I am blogging about him right now. Turning 41 doesn't stop him from making good vibes.
This track is the first single off his latest album, Pop Life. A song that anyone can learn to love. Cool video too.
Let's just say, this is the mild house cocktail which I am serving you right now before you can start to learn how to appreciate on the rocks and drinking it neat.
And oh, play it with your bass raised. Look at how your sound visualizer bounces. And I still dislike shuffling.
What are we suppose to do? After all that we've been through Where everything that felt so right is wrong Now that the love is gone
There is nothing left to proof Now you still deny the simple truth Can't find the reason to keep holding on Now that love is gone
There is nothing left to proof Now you still deny the simple truth Can't find the reason to keep holding on Now that the love is gone Love is gone...(x4)
Now that the love is gone Every felt so right so wrong Now that the love is gone
I feel so hurt inside Feel so hurt inside Got to find a reason
What are we suppose to do After all that we've been through Where everything that felt so right is wrong Now that the love is gone
There is nothing left to proof Now you still deny the simple truth Can't find the reason to keep holding on Now that the love is gone Love is gone...
What are we suppose to do After all that we've been through Where everything that felt so right is wrong Now that the love is gone
There is nothing left to proof Now you still deny the simple truth Can't find the reason to keep holding on Now that the love is gone Love is gone...
What are we suppose to do After all that we've been through Where everything that felt so right is wrong Now that the love is gone Love is gone....
Yes, this is a feminine song. But I liked it after i watched the video. I mean, who doesn't like watching Shakira? Though she didn't do any of her hip shaking, she still looked gorgeous in red.
A sappy number about how Shakira thinks that it is illegal to be deceived. Slow, melodic, and great vocals as always, from the woman whose hips don't lie.
Suits the setting of the laid back, lifeless, non-driven me now.
Just a random photo of her, because she is worth the trouble of me uploading it.
Who would have thought that you could hurt me the way you've done it? So deliberate, so determined
Since you have been gone I bite my nails for days and hours and question my own questions on and on
So tell me now, tell me now Why you're so far away When I'm still so close
You don't even know the meaning of the words I'm sorry You said you would love me until you die And as far as I know you're still alive Baby
You don't even know the meaning of the words I'm sorry I'm starting to believe it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart
I tried so hard to be attentive To all you wanted, always supportive, always patient What did I do wrong? I'm wondering for days and hours is it here, it isn't here, where you belong
Anyhow, anyhow I wish you both all the best I hope you get along
But you don't even know the meaning of the words I'm sorry You said you would love me until you die And as far as I know you're still alive Baby
But you don't even know the meaning of the words I'm sorry I'm starting to believe it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart
You don't even know the meaning of the words I'm sorry You said you would love me until you die As far as I know you're still alive Baby
You don't even know the meaning of the words I'm sorry I'm starting to believe it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart
Open heart, open heart, it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart, Open heart, open heart, it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart.
I am right now mugging for my first paper tomorrow, and to keep myself seated during my study, I have decided to turn on some sappy mellow love songs. And as I was picking the tunes from my mp3s, this popped up.. Sum 41.
The punk rockers that I used to sing along to when I was in secondary school. Not a real fan, but I enjoyed their brand of music, more than those Simple Plan sellouts.
I popped this into my Winamp, and heck I've been repeating it ever since... An excellent, excellent number with great lyrics and tune. Would make an emo-goat out of you even if you've got nobody to apologize to.
So much so that, I am dedicating to those of you whom I have done wrong to in the past, or to those who I am still wronging. See? Told you, this song emofies you!
SUPERB song. Simply.
Fun fact: Sum 41's lead singer, Deryck "Bizzy D" Whibley is the husband of Avril Lavigne.
[Verse 1] It's so hard to say that I'm sorry I'll make everything alright All these things that I've done Now what have I become, and where'd I go wrong? I don't mean to hurt just to put you first I won't tell you lies (I'm sorry) I will stand accused With my hand on my heart I'm just trying to say
[Chorus] I'm sorry It's all that I can say You mean so much And I'd fix all that I've done If I could start again I'd throw it all away To the shadows of regrets And you would have the best of me
[Verse 2] I know that I can't take back all of the mistakes But I will try Although it's not easy I know you believe me Cause I would not lie Don't believe their lies Told from jealous eyes They don't understand (I'm sorry) I won't break your heart I won't bring you down But I will have to say
The rockers rejected them. The rappers despised them. But the world loves them.
Yes I am talking about Gym Class Heroes, the cross-genre band that plays their own instruments, sings and raps.
Rap music? No. Rock music? No. Nu metal? Hell no.
Then what the hell are they?
Well, who cares. They make catchy tunes and quirky song lyrics. That's good enough.
This number is quite old already, but still a great one. Especially when he relate girls to cookies, "hazelnut Brazilians, macadamia caucasians!" "my girl be setting booby traps, to catch me eating Scooby snacks"
(Travis) Hahaha You know what it is Gym Class Heroes, The Dream It's hard to look innocent when I got cookie crumbs all over my face Hehe yea
[Chorus] (The Dream) I like girls They like me They look so good In dey Seven jeans Told you to be the one And my only I wanna be faithful But I can't keep my hands out the cookie jar
(Travis) My hands, my hands, my uh my hands Can't keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my Can't keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my Can't keep my hands, my hands my hands out the cookie jar.
(Travis) You see I got this problem I need help tryna solve it Cos meeting after meeting and I'm still a cookie holic You can hide them, Imma find them, on the counter, in the closet And I'll say I ain't do it with my face covered in chocolate My girl be setting booby traps To catch me eating Scooby snacks I left crumbs in the bed once But I told her I was through with that She still don't be believing me And I guess that I'm cool with that But I got a sweet tooth, that'll never come loose And the truth of the matter is.
[Chorus]
(Travis) I got a thing for Milano, Biscotti Italianos And I never turn down some Oreos if you got those Butter Pecan Puerto Rican, Or them Oatmeal Raisin Asians. Hazelnut Brazilians, Macadamia Caucasians, Double stuffed or thin mint It don't matter you gettin' it Cos I got a sweet tooth that'll never come loose And the fact of the matter is.
[Chorus]
(Travis) I'm a monster for these cookies I'm a beast for they're treats An animal for they're crackers Head to feet they so damn sweet Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha uh my Can't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar.
(Travis) And then you have it haha I tried my best I went to cookie anonymous I guess I'm a failure I can't seem to keep my damn hands out the cookie jar but, It is what it is Freak!
It's been a while since I've put up a good hip hop track here (not that I put up tracks here that often either). What happened, the author renounced rap music?
That is quite the case. Lately I found hip hop music to be quite, empty. Hollow. Shallow. Sex, cash and cars. That's all they sing about, and I turned to the darker tone of rock and metal.
But that was until a friend from Pe Nang recommended me this track by Flo Rida. It actually made me appreciate the beats and also the fine editing of the melody. Great manipulation of the sounds, chants and the piano is slick.
It became my instant new craze. The lyrics are still shallow though. And I think my lyrics is the most accurate from the whole of the Net. Guaranteed!
[Intro] Flo Rida: I need a guarantee Akon: eh, eh, eh…eh Flo Rida: Akon are you with me? Akon: Akon and Flo Rida Flo Rida: The World is you with me?
[Chorus: Akon] When I'm in the club I'ma need a few of the things that the bar can't bring First is money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantee You gotta be down if I'm gonna spend a millions on you You gotta be down if I'm gonna spend a millions on you She gotta be down, gotta love, thats me, She gotta be down, for sure guarantee
[Verse 1: Flo Rida] Be down for the cause, be my misses set it off, she can add to the pole, P-P perhaps some Betsy Ross, B-B-back up off the wall, Satisfaction in my cause, satisfaction for my dawgs, I need passion from these broads, in the club do your strut guarantee me some love, I need answers, keep the questions lets agree to some touch, Run the tab, let me grab, I don’t need a paragraph, Don’t like talkin’ on about flossin’, only freaks on my staff
[Chorus: Akon]
[Verse 2: Flo Rida] All out all in, ninety-nine point nine percent Girl you can’t be hesitant, love your ex, excellent, Want more X? Lets be friends, I'ma prescript that medicine, That’s a problem I don’t bother not even know evidence I need to know, One, you gon' get it done, hun, Two, you ain’t gotta be my boo, got a Buggati I want, When I’m at the bar, exclusive, shorty spit at me, no mucus, That don’t mean I’ll be your cupid I ain’t stupid baby, you can buzz
[Chorus: Akon]
[Verse 3: Flo Rida] Definitely a dime, right, when with me like flying kite, Only cash, shows and ice, Give Flo Rida sacrifice, shorty represent the night, Stunting feed the appetite, say the price, Paper tight, blow it like some candle light, VIP the whole clique, got the moon rock wrapped around my wrist, I’m about to waste, don’t trip, like back in the day like too legit, Where the love go, to my dub show, We’re on the sexy ghetto, where’d your new patron get us
