let’s gloove tonite #part 1 by #RootCat
made on makr.io | remix this
FREE PUSSY RIOT by NUMBERS
free pussy riot 2012
…tribute to Jamie Reid ‘masterofmaster’ by RootCat
*copyart control 2012 some of this even less #free #use #abuse ☭
Mam'sayMamacussa* - RootCat ReMix
Mam'sayMamacussa* - RootCat ReMix
Rockbiz tour 1984
Michael Jackson
* Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’
I said you wanna be startin’ sometin’
You got to be startin’ somethin’
I said you wanna be startin’ somethin’
You got to be startin’ somethin’
It’s too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
It’s too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
You’re stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
It’s too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
It’s too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
You’re stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
I took my baby to the doctor
With a fever, but nothing he found
By the time this hit the street
They said she had a breakdown
Someone’s always tryin’ ,to start my baby cryin’
Talkin’, squealin’, lyin’
Sayin’ you just wanna be startin’ somethin’
Chorus
You love to pretend that you’re good
When you’re always up to no good
You really can’t make him hate her
So your tongue became a razor
Someone’s always tryin’ , keep my baby cryin’
Treacherous, cunnin’, declinin’
You got my baby cryin’
Chorus
You’re A Vegetable(bis), You’re A Vegetable(bis)
Still They Hate You(bis), You’re A Vegetable(bis)
You’re Just A Buffet(bis), You’re A Vegetable(bis)
They Eat Off Of You(bis), You’re A Vegetable(bis)
Billie Jean is always talkin’
When nobody else is talkin’
Tellin’ lies and rubbin’ shoulders
So they called her mouth a motor
Someone’s always tryin’ to start my baby cryin’
Talkin’, squealin’, spyin’
Sayin’ you just wanna be startin’ somethin’
Chorus
(Ad lib)
If you can’t feed your baby (yeah, yeah)
Then don’t have a baby (yeah, yeah)
And don’t think maybe (yeah, yeah)
If you can’t feed your baby (yeah, yeah)
You’ll be always tryin’
To stop that child from cryin’
Hustlin’, stealin’, lyin’
Now baby’s slowly dyin’
Chorus
(Ad lib)
Lift your head up high
And scream out to the world
I know I am someone
And let the truth unfurl
No one can hur you now
Because you know what’s true
Yes, I believe in me
So you believe in you
Help me sing it
Ma me se, ma me sa, ma ma coo sa, ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma coo sa
Michael Jackson lyrics by courtesy +
#DISCO #BEAT #today Mam’sayMamacussa #RootCat #ReMix #Rootical #tribute to #Michael #J RootCat’s DiscoPerf RockbizTour’84 #1984 #dance #music #Editing #HandCut - #no #machine : #hand #cut #FF #DJ #YEAH
more
madness
call
the doctors
☆☭
And so it was when I spoke with the giants
With the night-air of summer turning cold on our skin
And the talk turned to strangers and doctors of madness
And to those on the outside who tried to get in
And the music was lightning, it was almost organic
And the newspaper stories kept our daydreams at bay
And the talk turned to nightmares and monsters of music
And a last gasp of heaven at the end of the day
Suicide city, suicide city, soon, soon, soon, suicide city
Pretty as a razor blade on a bloody day
Pretty as the mess you made of getting laid
Pretty as the curse you made, being afraid
Being afraid, being afraid
And so it was when we took to the highways
And our feet were so humbled it felt like treading on gold
And the talk turned to gangsters and mobsters and liars
And the teen-camp commander whose looked so old
And when the sea threw us up and looked sickly
We held on so tightly for the sake of our friends
And the talk turned to Paris, it’s always back to Paris
And outlaws and in-laws
And the way scenes turned ugly as they get near the end
Suicide city, suicide city, soon, soon, soon, suicide city
Pretty as a razor blade on a bloody day
Pretty as the mess you made of getting laid
Pretty as the curse you made, being afraid
Being afraid, being afraid, being afraid,
Being afraid, being afraid, being afraid.
*lyrics by love and courtesy (Hey Kid…)
tribute 2 jacno by RootCat
☆
Me and my monkey
☆
☆
There was me and my monkey
And with his dungarees and rollerblades smoking filter tips
Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black Chevrolet
He had the soft-top down (he liked the wind in his face)
He said ‘Son, you ever been to Vegas?’ I said ‘no’
He said ‘that’s where we’re gonna go - you need a change of pace’
And we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs
He said ‘I left my wallet in El Segondo’ and proceeded to take two grand of mine
We made tracks to The Mandalay Bay Hotel
Asked the bell boy if he’d take me and my monkey as well?
He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said
‘If your monkey’s got that kind of money sir, then we’ve got a monkey bed!’
Me and my monkey
With a dream and a gun
I’m hoping my monkey don’t point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Butch and the Sundance Kid
Trying to understand why he did what he did
Why he did what he did
We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor
We had a room up top with the panoramic views like nothing you’d ever seen
before
He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages
Called up escort services and ordered some okey doke
Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door
In walked this big bad ass baboon into my bedroom with three monkey whores
‘Hi! My name is Sunshine - these are my girls
Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah, they’ll rock your world’
So I watched pay-per-view and polished my shoes and my gun
Was diggin’ old Kurt Cobain sing about lithium
There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine
‘What’s up? You’d better get your ass in here boy, your monkey’s having too
much of a good time!’
Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
Don’t point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Billy The Kid
Trying to understand why he did what he did
Why he did what he did
Got tickets to see Sheena Easton, the monkey was high
Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died
We left before encores, he couldn’t sit still
Sheena was a blast baby but my monkey was ill
We went to play black-jack, kept hitting twenty three
Couldn’t help but notice this mexican just staring at me
Or was it my monkey? I couldn’t be sure
It’s not like you’d never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees before
Now don’t test my patience ‘cause we’re not about to run
That’s a bad ass monkey boy and he’s packing a gun
‘My name is Rodriguez’, he says with death in his eye
‘I’ve been chasing you for a long time amigos, and now your monkey’s gonna die!’
Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
We don’t wanna kill no Mexican
But we got ten itchy fingers
One thing to declare
When the monkey is high
You do not stare
You do not stare
You do not stare
Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican standoff here boy
huh…
And I ain’t about to run
Put your gun down boy
huh huh…
How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow?
*by courtesy TY Robbie
Elli Medeiros-Untitled-Root-Remix
Elli Medeiros-Untitled-Root-Remix
EM (secret track extended version)
Elli Medeiros
This is a #Root #Remix and #extended version as a #tribute to my #friend #Elli #Medeiros #music #maestro Let’s #dance
La Realite
La Realite
Je sais que la terre est plate Edition Speciale - 1969
Raphael
Je suis jamais vraiment été allé à l’école
J’ai fait mon tour et puis c’était marre
Et ma vision du monde je la cherchais dans leur yeux
Mais j’ai rien vu, j’ai rien vu du tout
J’ai sonné la retraite et j’ai sonné l’hallali
Et des anges avec leurs trompettes
M’ont cloué au lit
Des mouches et des famines
Là dans ma chambre froide
Je crois j’étais malade
LA réalité
A rester là, assis, comme on en voit des pays
Des villes et des mondes, des hommes ou des bêtes
C’est comme ça qu’ils m’ont trouvé, qu’ils m’ont réveillé
Me réveillant ce matin, du mal à me lever
De la terre et du ciel, mais je suis pas causant
Me réveillant ce matin, personne pour m’énerver
De la terre et du ciel, pas vraiment pratiquant
Et je me souviens, petit, en bas des jambes, endormi
Et des pierres dans les bras
A rester là, assis, si j’en ai vu du pays,
Des hommes ou des bêtes, des villes et des mondes
C’est comme ça qu’ils m’ont trouvé, qu’ils m’ont emmené
Les voilà bien excités, tout prêts à me déchirer
Ils ne me trouveront jamais…
Car je m’en vais, moi, rêver des prairies
Des villes et des mondes, des hommes ou des bêtes
Tout était rêvé
C’est comme ça qu’ils m’ont trouvé, qu’ils m’ont réveillé
Car je m’en vais moi, rêver des prairies
Rêver des prairies
Et c’est là que j’ai trouvé ma Réalité
(Raphael by courtesy)
Ce soir (ou jamais)
22 5 2012
Hommage à Muriel Cerf et Carlos Fuentes
♡
Custom Post Images
background image : RootCat 2012
>copyart control
Top