Schlagwort-Archive: Pop

Nicole Westbrook – It’s Thanksgiving


Wer sich hier unangenehm an “Friday” von Rebecca Black erinnert fühlt, liegt richtig. Auch diese Teen-Pop-Perle entstammt der Hitschmiede ARK Music, die für das am häufigsten negativ bewertete Youtube Video aller Zeiten verantwortlich zeichnet. Das Bewertungsverhältnis des Thanksgiving-Videos sieht auch schon recht beeindruckend aus.

Hier der Text der bei popdust.com auch nochmal super erklärt wird:
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh yeah
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Alright
Come on

I’m wide awake
And I should take
A step and say thank you, thank you
For the things you’ve done, and what you did
Oh yeah, ooh yeah

December was Christmas
January was New Year’s
April was Easter
And the Fourth of July but now it’s Thanksgiving

Oh oh oh, it’s Thanksgiving
We we we, we’re gonna have a good time
Oh oh oh, it’s Thanksgiving
We we we are gonna have a good time
With the turkey (ey!)
And mashed potatoes (ey!)
We we we, are gonna have a good time
We need the turkey (ey!)
And mashed potatoes (ey!)
It’s Thanksgiving
It’s Thanksgiving

You know school is out
I can’t wait
I can shout thank you, thank you, thank you
No matter what you do, no matter what you say
This is my favorite day

December was Christmas
January was New Year’s
April was Easter
And the Fourth of July but now it’s Thanksgiving

Oh oh oh, it’s Thanksgiving
We we we, we’re gonna have a good time
Oh oh oh, it’s Thanksgiving
We we we, are gonna have a good time
With the turkey (ey!)
And mashed potatoes (ey!)
We we we, are gonna have a good time
With the turkey (ey!)
And mashed potatoes (ey!)
It’s Thanksgiving
It’s Thanksgiving

Yo, it’s Thanksgiving-givin’ and I’m tryin’ to be forgivin’
Nothing is forbidden, you know we gotta have it
I gotta give thanks to you, and you, and you
Can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful
Gotta be grateful, can’t be hateful
Mashed potatoes on my, on my table
I got ribs smelling’ up my neighbors’ cribs
Havin’ good times, we be laughin’ ’til we cry

It’s Thanks, Thanks, Thanksgiving
Come on
It’s Thanks, Thanks, Thanksgiving
Give ‘em thanks, y’all

Oh oh oh, it’s Thanksgiving
We we we, we’re gonna have a good time
Oh oh oh, it’s Thanksgiving
We we we, are gonna have a good time
With the turkey (ey!)
And mashed potatoes (ey!)
We we we, are gonna have a good time
WIth the turkey (ey!)
And mashed potatoes (ey!)
It’s Thanksgiving
It’s Thanksgiving

Travie McCoy feat. Bruno Mars – Billionaire

Vor gut einem Jahr viel zu oft im schottischen Radio hören müssen. Gottseidank gibt es hier ja Radio Bob.

I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad.
Buy all of the things I never had.
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine.
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen.
Oh everytime I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights.
Yeah a different city every night oh I swear the world better prepare for when i’m a billionaire.

Yeah I would have a show like Oprah I would be the host of.
Everyday christmas give Travie a wish list.
I’d probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt and adopt a bunch of babies that ain’t never had shit.
Give away a few mercedes like here lady have this.
And last but not least grant somebody there last wish.
Been a couple months that i’ve been single so you can call me Travie Claus minus the ho ho.
Ahaa get it.
I’d probably visit where Katrina hit and damn sure do alot more than FEMA did.
Yeah can’t forget about me stupid.
Everywhere I go imma have my own theme music.

Oh everytime I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights.
Yeah a different city every night oh I swear the world better prepare for when i’m a billionaire.
Oh oh oh oh when i’m a billionaire.
Oh oh oh oh.

I be playing basketball with the president.
Dunking on his delegates.
Then I compliment on his political etiquette.
Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the fives, twentys, tens, and bens completely separate
And yeah I’ll(?) be in a whole new tax bracket
We in recession but let me take a crack at it
I’ll probably take whatevers left and just split it up
So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks
And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
Eating good sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
Go in your pocket pull out your wallet
And put it in the air and sing

I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
Oh everytime I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights.
Yeah a different city every night oh I swear the world better prepare for when i’m a billionaire.
Oh oh oh oh when i’m a billionaire.
Oh oh oh oh.
I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad.

Wham! – Last Christmas

Der Klassiker!

Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year To save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year To save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special (special)

Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye
Tell me baby
Do you recognize me?
Well It’s been a year
It doesn’t surprise me
(Merry Christmas)
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying „I love you“
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I’ve been
But if you kissed me now
I know you’d fool me again

A crowded room
Friends with tired eyes
I’m hiding from you
And your soul of ice
My god I thought you were
Someone to rely on Me?
I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man undercover but you’ve torn me apart
Oo-hoo
Now I’ve found a real love you’ll never fool me again

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man undercover but you’ve torn him apart
Maybe next year I’ll give it to someone
I’ll give it to someone special.

Daz Sampson – Teenage life

Eine gefährliche Mischung aus schlechter Musik und Ohrwurm lieferte England als Beitrag des Eurovision Song Contests 2006. Ich mag mir nicht vorstellen, was man in den Londoner Ghettos mit einem Rapper wie Daz Sampson anstellen würden. Immerhin gibt es ne gute B-Note für die Schuluniformen.

Dafür gab es den sensationellen 19ten Platz beim Eurovision Song Contest mit immerhin 25 Punkten (von denen mindestens 24 auf die Schuluniformen zurückgehen – das ist zumindest meine Theorie). Hier der Text (C’mon, c’mon):

Now hear this

What did you learn at school today ?
That’s what the teachers used to say
But they don’t know
Don’t understand, do they ?
Why do they always give advice ?
Saying “Just be nice, always think twice”
When it’s been a long since they had a teenage life

What did you learn at school today ?
That’s what the teachers used to say
But they don’t know
Don’t understand, do they ?
Why do they always give advice
Saying “Just be nice, always think twice”
When it’s been a long time since they had a teenage life

Dwelling on the past, from back when I was young
Thinking of my school days and trying to write this song
Classroom schemes and dreams
Man they couldn’t save me
Cos my days were numbered when I signed down on Avy
Teenage kicks running out what could we do
I still show respect to my boys who made it through
And getting told off Mr T how my life would be
Then giving him a signal
So everyone could see
Sunshine and shade
Those girls I’d serenade
Thinking of those sixth form chicks that misbehave
Hoping that those days would go on and on forever
Every day something new
Just friends running together
But suddenly school ends
Your teenage life gone
All your mates are growing up now
They’re moving on
And now I’m looking back
I’ll tell you what I know
Do you listen to your teacher ?
No I don’t think so

“What did you learn at school today?”
That’s what the teachers used to say
But they don’t know
Don’t understand, do they ?
Why do they always give advice
Saying “Just be nice, always think twice”
When it’s been a long time since they had a teenage life

Now if you treat the kids fine, together they will shine
Ooh ooh ooh shine
And if you give the kids time, they won’t do the crime
Won’t do the crime

Now my bad old ways
Were during my school days
Messing on those grade A’s
My life is just a haze
I’m going through the struggle
Five ten and kicking back
So I could lock my flow
Lace it up now on the track
Oh yeh I felt the pain
Whilst chasing all the fame
I’m being told I’m nothing
Just a player in the game
But now I walk tall
Stand proud for you to see
I’m driving these fast cars
It’s five stars for me

“What did you learn at school today?”
That’s what the teachers used to say
But they don’t know
Don’t understand, do they?
Why do they always give advice
Saying “Just be nice, always think twice”
When it’s been a long since they had a teenage life

Rebecca Black – Friday


Die Musik ist beim Song Friday von Rebecca Black gar nicht mal das allerschlimmste, obwohl doch oft extrem kapriolenhaft. Aber der Vergleich zum Songtext, brrruah, da schüttelt es mich.

7am, waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein’ everything, the time is goin’
Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)

Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend

7:45, we’re drivin’ on the highway
Cruisin’ so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Rebecca Black Friday lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com/rebecca-black-friday-lyrics.html

Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin’)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today

Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after…wards
I don’t want this weekend to end

R-B, Rebecca Black
So chillin’ in the front seat (In the front seat)
In the back seat (In the back seat)
I’m drivin’, cruisin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switchin’ lanes
Wit’ a car up on my side (Woo!)
(C’mon) Passin’ by is a school bus in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it’s Friday, it’s a weekend
We gonna have fun, c’mon, c’mon, y’all

It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend

It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend

Die Reaktionen auf diesen Song, der innerhalb von Tagen 20 Millionen abrufe auf Youtube hatte, waren zum Teil heftig.