Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
MICHAEL JACKSON
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson and Teddy Riley.
Produced by Michael Jackson and Teddy Riley, 1997.
She got your number It’s not about love and romance
She know your game And now you’re gonna get it
Look what you’re under
It’s so insane Every hot man is out takin’ a chance
It’s not about love and romance
Since you seduced her And now you do forget it
How does it feel
To know that woman To escape the world I’ve got to enjoy this
Is out to kill simple dance
And’t seemed that everything was on my side
Every night’s stance is like takin’ a chance (Blood on my side)
It’s not about love and romance It seemed sincere will it will love and true
And now you’re gonna get it romance
And now she’s out to get me
Every hot man is out takin’ a chance But I just can’t take it
It’s not about love and romance Just can’t break it
And now you do forget it
Susie got your number
To escape the world I’ve got to enjoy that And Susie ain’t your friend
simple dance Look who took you under
And it seemed that everything was on my side With seven inches in
(Blood on my side) Blood is on the dance floor
She seemed sincere like it was love and true Blood is on the knife
romance Susie got your number (you know)
And now she’s out to get me Susie says it’s right
But I just can’t take it
Just can’t break it Susie got your number
Susie ain’t your friend (is going down baby)
Susie got your number Look who took you under
And Susie ain’t your friend (She’s of) seven inches in
Look who took you under Blood is on the dance floor
With seven inches in Blood is on the knife (it’s going down baby)
Blood is on the dance floor Susie got your number (you know)
Blood is on the knife Susie says it’s right
Susie got your number
And Susie says it’s right It was blood on the dance floor
(Blood on the dance floor)
She got your number It was blood on the dance floor
How does it feel (Blood on the dance floor)
To know the stranger It was blood on the dance floor
Is about to kill (Blood on the dance floor)
It was blood on the dance floor
She got your baby (Blood on the dance floor)
It happened fast And I just can’t (take it)
If you could only The girl won’t break it
Erase the past
Every night’s stance is like takin’ a chance
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
MORPHINE
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson.
Produced by Michael Jackson, 1997.
He got flash, baby Trust in me You talk the same, baby
Kicked in the back, baby Just in me You’re so reliable!
A heart-attack, baby Put all your trust in me
I need your body! She doin’ morphine! Trust in me
Go on, baby! Trust in me
A hot kiss, honey Put all your trust in me
He dug the ditch, baby Relax She’s doin’ morphine!
You make me sick, baby This won’t hurt you Hoo!
So unreliable! Before I put it in
Close your eyes and You just...
I’m such a swine, baby count to ten Sit around and talkin’ about it
All down the line, Debbie Don’t cry, I won’t convert you You’re takin morphine!
I hate your kind, baby There’s no need to dismay Whoo!
So unreliable! Close your eyes and drift away Go on, baby!
You just...
A hot buzz, baby Demerol, Demerol Sit around try talkin’ about it
He want the buzz, baby Oh god he’s taking Demerol You’re takin’ morphine!
Another drug, baby Demerol, Demerol Whoo hoo!
You don’t deserve it! Oh god he’s taking Demerol Just sit around just talkin’
nothin’ about it
Trust in me He’s tried hard to convince her She takin’ morphine! Honey.
Trust in me Till there’s no more of You just...
Put all your trust in me what he had Sit around and talkin’ about it
You’re doin’ morphine! Today he wants it twice as bad You’re takin’ morphine!
Don’t cry I won’t resent you Whoo hoo!
”You heard what the Dr. says?” Yesterday you had his trust You just...
Today he’s taking Sit around just talkin’ nothin’
He got the place, baby twice as much and takin’ morphine!
Kicked in the face, baby Whoo hoo hoo!
He hate your race, baby Demerol, Demerol Somethin’s goin’ down, baby
You’re not a liar! Oh god he’s taking Demerol, Whoo!
hee You’re talk in morphine!
You’re every lick, baby Demerol, Demerol Go on, baby!
Your dogs a bitch, baby Oh my he’s got his Demerol Whoo! Whoo!
You’re make me sick, baby hee... hoo... Morphine!!
You talk survival! Oogh! Do it!
Whoo!
She never come for me ”You heard what the Dr. says?” She takin’ morphine!
She never want, baby Morphine!
I got you up, baby He got shit, baby Morphine!!!
You’re just a rival! Your dog’s a bitch, baby
You make me sick, baby
Always a play, daddy You are a liar!
Right up your league, Debbie
You’re throwin’ shade, daddy He shoot the game, daddy
So undesirable! Deep in the pain, baby
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
SUPERFLY SISTER
Written by Michael Jackson.
Composed by Michael Jackson and Bryan Loren.
Produced by Michael Jackson, 1997.
Love ain’t what it used to be Hot love Sister say she love him some
That is what they’re tellin’ me Making it wet (She’s goin’ down)
Push it in (Hoo!)
Stick it out He wanna give hot Got his Jimmy on the run
That ain’t what it’s all about Jump shot (Is jammin’)
Move to the left (Hee hee!)
He wanna do He wanna time bomb Holy Mary mercy me
Something keen to you Slam dunk ha ha ha (She’s holy Mary moly Mary)
He wanna wrap Can’t believe the things I see
His arms all around you girl Keep it doin’ (Keep on goin’)
He wanna shake it up Party now (Hee!)
Shake it down (Hee!)
Doing it right Love ain’t what it used to be
He wanna jump back That is what they’re tellin’ me She’s doin’ it
Half flat Push it in You’re dirty
Doing it right Stick it out Keep doin’ it
That ain’t what it’s all about You’re dirty
He wanna lay you down Keep nasty
Turn it up Sister say she love him some You’re nasty
Shake it and loose (She’s doin’ it, she’s doin’ it) You’re doin’ it
He wanna fly high night right Got his Jimmy on the run You’re dirty
Baby for you’s Mother’s preaching Abraham You’re dirty
Brothers they don’t You’re doin’ it
He wanna motormouth Give a damn You’re nasty
Float around You’re doin’ it
Give it back Johnny’s begging pretty please Keep dirty
He wanna shake it up Keep the brother on his knees Keep dirty
Shake it down Susie likes to agitate You really don’t want it
Doin’ now ha ha (Keep doin’ it, keep doin’ it) Oooh!
Get the boy and make him wait
Love ain’t what it used to be Hoo!
That is what they’re tellin’ me Sister’s married to a hood Hoo!
Push it in Sayin’ that she got it good (Go’on now)
Stick it out Holy Mary mercy me Hoo!
That ain’t what it’s all about Can’t believe the things I see Hoo!
Susie like to agitate Beggin’ that they got it great (Oh)
Get the boy and make him wait They doin’ (Close your eyes)
Mother’s preaching Abraham What they used to date (I gotta make)
Brothers they don’t Push it in (Goin’ it up)
Give a damn Stick it out (She’s doin’)
(Keep doin’ it, keep doin’ it) (She’s join him)
He wanna do That ain’t what it’s all about (She’s join)
Something keen to you (That ain’t what it’s all about) (She’s oh)
He wanna wrap his arms (She’s)
All around you girl Holy Mary mercy me (Hee!)
He wanna do it up (She’s holy Mary moly Mary) (Keep on goin’)
Dig it hot Can’t believe the things I see (Party down)
Deep in the night (Goin’ on now)
He wanna eye ball (Hee hee!) Holy Mary mercy me
Get all Mother’s preaching Abraham (Hoo!)
Playing it right (She’s doin’ it, she’s doin’ it) Can’t believe the things I see
Brothers they don’t Push it in
He wanna turn the key Give a damn Stick it out
Work the sheets (Hoo hoo!) That ain’t what it’s all about
Move to the left (Hoo! Hoo!)
He wanna hot stub (Holy Mary moly Mary)
GHOST (!)
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson and Teddy Riley.
Produced by Michael Jackson and Teddy Riley, 1996.
There’s a ghost down in the hall
There’s a ghoul upon the bed Don’t understand it
There’s something in the walls Don’t understand it
There’s blood up on the stairs
And it’s floating through the room (Got a ghost
And there’s nothing I can see Got a break in the walls
And I know it’s bless the tune Got a ghoul
Because now it’s haunting me Got a break in the halls
Got to see it
Don’t understand it Want to)
Don’t understand it
And who gave you the right to scheme my family?
There’s a thumpin’ in the floor And who gave you the right to shame my baby? She
There’s a creak behind the door needs me!
There’s a rocking in the chair And who gave you the right to shake my fablic tree?
But there’s no-one seem there And who gave you the right to take, intrusion?
There’s a ghostly smell around To see me!
But nobody to be found And who gave you the right to shame my family?
And a coffin inlay open And who gave you the right to hurt my baby?
Where a restless soul is pokin’ She needs me!
And who gave you the right to shake my fablic
Don’t understand it trees?
Don’t understand it
You put a knife in my back
(Got a ghost Shot an arrow in me
Got a break in the walls Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy
Got a ghoul A suckin’ ghost of jealousy
Got a break in the halls
Got to see it And who gave you the right to shame my family?
Want to) And who gave you the right to shame my baby? She
needs me!
And who gave you the right to scare my family? And who gave you the right to shake my fablic tree?
And who gave you the right to shame my baby? She And who gave you the right to take, intrusion?
needs me! To see me!
And who gave you the right to shake my fablic tree? And who gave you the right to hurt my family?
And who gave you the right to hurt my baby?
They put a knife in my back She needs me!
Shot an arrow in me And who gave you the right to shake my fablic tree?
Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy
The ghost of jealousy You put a knife in my back
Shot an arrow in me
There’s a thumpin’ in the floor Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy
There’s a creak behind the door The ghost of jealousy
There’s a rocking in the chair
But nobody’s seem there Come on!
There’s a ghostly smell around But it’s dynamite
But nobody to be found A peace of mine
And a coffin inlay open Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy
Where a restless soul is going
IS IT SCARY
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson, James Harris III and Terry Lewis.
Produced by Jimmy Jam, Terry Lewis and Michael Jackson, 1996.
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
There’s a ghost down in the hall The truth the purity
There’s a ghoul beneath the bed It’s here inside
Now it’s coming through the walls A lonely heart
Now it’s coming up the stairs So let the performance start
There’s a spirit in the dark Is that scary for you baby
Hear the beating of his heart Am I scary for you oh boy
Can you feel it in the air Am I scary for you big baby
Ghosts be hiding everywhere Am I scary for you oh boy
So tell me
I’m gonna be Is it scary for you baby
Exactly what you wanna see Tell me
So tell me
It’s you who’s taunting me Is that realism for you big baby
Because you’re wanting me Am I scary for you
To be the stranger You know the stranger is you
In the night Am I scary for you
Am I amusing you Masquerade the heart
But just confusing me Is the height of hurting souls
Am I the beast Just not what you see of me
You visualized Can hardly reveal the proof
And if you wanna see Like a mirror reveals the truth
Eccentric oddities See the evil one is you
I’ll be grotesque
Before your eye Is that scary for you big baby
Let them all materialize Am I scary for you oh boy
Am I scary for you baby
Is that scary for you baby Am I scary for you oh boy
Am I scary for you oh boy So tell me
Is it scary for you big baby Am I scary for you baby
Is it scary for you Am I scary for you baby
You know the stranger is you Is it scary for you baby
Is it scary for you big baby Am I scary for you oh boy
There’s a creaking in the floor Wanna talk about
There’s a creak behind the door I wanna talk about
There’s a rocking in the chair I don’t wanna talk about
But nobody’s sitting there Wanna talk about
There’s a ghastly smell around
But nobody to be found Am I scary for you baby
And a coffin inlay open Is that scary for you baby
Where a restless soul is pokin’ I’m tired of being abused
You know you’re scaring me too
I’m gonna be I see the evil is you
Exactly what you gonna see Is it scary for you baby boy
So did you come to me
To see your fantasies
Performed before
Your very eyes
A haunting ghostly treat
The ghoulish trickery
And spirits dancing
In the night
But if you came to see
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
SCREAM (LOUDER)
(FLYTE TYME REMIX)
Written and Composed by James Harris III and Terry Lewis, Michael Jackson and Janet Jackson.
Produced by Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis, Michael Jackson and Janet Jackson.
Additional Production and Remix by Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis, 1995.
-ORIGINAL VERSION LYRICS-
(Michael) (Michael)
Tired of injustice With such confusion don’t it make you wanna
Tired of the scheme scream
Life is disgustin’ (Janet)
So what does it mean, Debbie Make you wanna scream
You kick to me down (Michael)
I got to get up Your bash abusin’ victimize within the scheme
As jacked as it sounds (Janet)
The whole system sucks, Debbie You find your pleasure scandalizin’ every lie
(Janet) (Both)
Peek in the shadow Oh father, please have mercy
Come into the light ‘Cause I just can’t take it
You tell me I’m wrong Stop pressurin’ me
Then you better prove you’re right Just stop pressurin’ me
You’re sellin’ out souls but ya Stop pressurin’ me
I care about mine Make me wanna scream
I’ve got to get stronger Stop pressurin’ me
And I won’t give up the fight Just stop pressurin’ me
(Michael) Stop fuckin’ with me
With such confusions don’t it make you wanna Make me wanna scream
scream (Janet)
(Janet) ”Oh my God, can’t believe what I saw
Make you wanna scream As I turned on the TV this evening
(Michael) I was disgusted by all the injustice
Your bash abusin’ victimize within the scheme All the injustice”
(Janet) (Michael)
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize ”All the injustice”
(Both) (News Man)
Somebody please have mercy ”A man has been brutally beaten to death by
‘Cause I just can’t take it Police after being wrongly identified as a
Stop pressurin’ me robbery suspect. The man was an 18 year old black
Just stop pressurin’ me male...”
Stop pressurin’ me (Michael)
Make me wanna scream With such collusions don’t it make you wanna
Stop pressurin’ me scream
Just stop pressurin’ me (Janet)
Stop pressurin’ me Make me wanna scream
Make me wanna scream (Michael)
(Michael) Your bash abusin’ victimize within the scheme
Tired of tellin’ you the story your way (Janet)
It’s causin’ confusion You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
You think it’s okay, Debbie (Both)
(Janet) Oh brother please have mercy
Keep changin’ the rules ‘Cause I just can’t take it
While can’t playin’ the game Stop pressurin’ me
I can’t take it much longer Just stop pressurin’ me
I think I might go insane Stop pressurin’ me
Make me wanna scream (Repeat 6 times)
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
MONEY
(FIRE ISLAND RADIO EDIT)
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson.
Produced by Michael Jackson.
Additional Production and Remix by Terry Farley and Pete Heller, 1995.
-ORIGINAL VERSION LYRICS-
Money. Would lie for you
Money... Anything Would die for you
Anything Even sell my soul to the devil
Lie for it Anything for money
Spy for it Would lie for you Anything
Kill for it Would die for you Anything
Die for it Even sell my soul to the devil Anything for money
Would lie for you
So you call it trust Insurance? Would die for you
But I say it’s just Where do your loyalties lie? Even sell my soul to the devil
In the devil’s game Is that your alibi?
Of greed and lust I don’t think so Anything
You don’t care Anything
They don’t care You’d do her for the money Anything for money
They’d do me for the money Say it’s fair Would lie for you
They don’t care You sue her for the money Would die for you
They use me for the money Want your pot of gold Even sell my soul to the devil
Need the Midas touch
So you go to church Bet you sell your soul You say you wouldn’t do it
Read the holy word Cuz your God is such For all the money in the world
In the scheme of life You don’t care I don’t think so
It’s all absurd You kill for the money If you show me the man
Do or dare Then I will sell him
They don’t care The thrill for the money If you ask me to lie
They’d kill for the money Then I will tell him
Do or dare Are you infected with the same If you’re stealing with God
The thrill for the money disease of lust, gluttoney and Then you will hell him
greed?
You’re saluting the flag Then watch the ones You do anything for money
Your country trusts you With the biggest smiles
Now you’re wearing a badge The idle jabbers... Anything
You’re called the ”Just Few” Cuz they’re the backstabbers Anything
And you’re fighting the wars Anything for money
A soldier must do If you know it’s a lie Would lie for you
I’ll never betray or deceive you Then you will swear it Would die for you
my friend but... If you give it with guilt Even sell my soul to the devil
Then you will bear it (Repeat 8 times)
If you show me the cash If it’s taking a chance
Then I will take it Then you will dare it
If you tell me to cry
Then I will fake it You do anything for money...
If you give me a hand
Then I will shake it Anything
Anything
You do anything for money... Anything for money
Would lie for you
Anything Would die for you
Anything Even sell my soul to the devil
Anything for money
Would lie for you Anything
Would die for you Anything
Even sell my soul to the devil Anything for money
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
2 BAD
(REFUGEE CAMP MIX)
Song and Lyrics Written by Michael Jackson.
Music Composed by Bruce Swedien, Rene and Dallas Austin.
Produced by Michael Jackson, Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis, Bruce Swedien and Rene.
Additional Production by Te-Bass and Pras, 1995
-ORIGINAL VERSION LYRICS-
Told me that you’re doin’ wrong Too bad too bad about it
Word out shockin’ all alone Why don’t you just scream and shout it
Cryin’ wolf ain’t like a man Too bad too bad about it
Throwin’ rocks to hide your hands Why don’t you scream and shout it
Too bad too bad about it
You ain’t done enough for me Why don’t you just scream and shout it
You ain’t done enough for me
You are disgustin’ me, yeah yeah Too bad too bad about it
You’re aiming just for me Why don’t you scream and shout it
You are disgustin’ me Too bad too bad about it
Just want your cut from me Why don’t you just scream and shout it
But too bad, too bad Too bad too bad about it
Why don’t you scream and shout it
Look who just walked in the place Too bad too bad about it
Dead and stuffy in the face Why don’t you just scream and shout it
Look who’s standing if you please
Though you tried to bring me to my knees (Rap: Shaquille O’Neal)
Life’s about a dream
Too bad too bad about it I’m really undefeated when MJ is on my team,
Why don’t you scream and shout it theme
Too bad too bad about it Reality brings forth realizm
Why don’t you just scream and shout it It’s the man of steel organizm, twizm
Too bad too bad about it Not from the prizm, take charge like manilla
Why don’t you scream and shout it Nine five shaq represent with the Thrilla
Too bad too bad about it Grab my crotch, twist my knee, then I’m through
Why don’t you just scream and shout it Mike’s bad, I’m bad
Who are you
Hell all up in Hollywood
Sayin’ that you got it good (Michael)
Creepin’ from a dusty hole Too bad too bad about it
Tales of what somebody told Why don’t you scream and shout it
Too bad too bad about it
What do you want from me? Why don’t you just scream and shout it
What do you want from me? Too bad too bad about it
Tired of you haunting me, yeah yeah Why don’t you scream and shout it
You’re aiming just for me Too bad too bad about it
You are disgustin’ me Why don’t you just scream and shout it
You got blood lust for me
But too bad, too bad Too bad too bad about it
Why don’t you scream and shout it
Look who got slapped in the face Too bad too bad about it
It’s dead and stuffy in the place Why don’t you just scream and shout it
I’m right back where I wanna be Too bad too bad about it
I’m standin’ though you’re kickin’ me Why don’t you scream and shout it
Too bad too bad about it
Too bad too bad about it Why don’t you just scream and shout it
Why don’t you scream and shout it Too bad too bad about it
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
STRANGER IN MOSCOW
(TEE’S IN-HOUSE CLUB MIX)
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson.
Produced by Michael Jackson.
Additional Production and Remix by Todd Terry, 1995.
-ORIGINAL VERSION LYRICS-
I was wandering in the rain When you’re alone
Mask of life, feelin’ insane And you’re cold inside
Swift and sudden fall from grace
Sunny days seem far away How does it feel (How does it feel)
Kremlin’s shadow belittlin’ me How does it feel
Stalin’s tomb won’t let me be How does it feel
On and on and on it came How does it feel
Wish the rain would just let me How does it feel (How does it feel now)
How does it feel
How does it feel (How does it feel) How does it feel
How does it feel When you’re alone
How does it feel And you’re cold inside
When you’re alone
And you’re cold inside Like stranger in Moscow
Like stranger in Moscow
Here abandoned in my fame We’re talkin’ danger
Armageddon of the brain We’re talkin’ danger, baby
KGB was doggin’ me Like stranger in Moscow
Take my name and just let me be We’re talkin’ danger
Then a begger boy called my name We’re talkin’ danger, baby
Happy days will drown the pain Like stranger in Moscow
On and on and on it came I’m live in lonely
And again, and again, and again... I’m live in lonely, baby
Take my name and just let me be Stranger in Moscow
How does it feel (How does it feel) (KGB interrogator -
How does it feel Russian to English Translation)
How does it feel ”Why have you come from the West?
How does it feel Confess! To steal the great achievments of
How does it feel (How does it feel now) the people, the accomplishments of the
How does it feel workers...”
How does it feel
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
THIS TIME AROUND
D. M. RADION MIX)
Song and Lyrics written by Michael Jackson.
Music composed by Dallas Austin, Bruce Swedien and Rene.
Produced by Dallas Austin and Michael Jackson.
Additional Production and Remix by David Morales, 1995.
-ORIGINAL VERSION LYRICS-
This time around I’ll never get bit Listen, I’ve got problems of my own
Though you really wanna fix me Flashin’ cameras, taps on my phone
This time around you’re making me sick Even in my home I ain’t safe as I should be
Though you really wanna get me Things always missin’
Somebody’s out Maybe it could be my friends
Somebody’s out to get me They ain’t friends if they robbin’ me
They really wanna fix me, hit me Stoppin’ me from makin’ a profit, see
But this time around I’m taking no shit Apology shallow like the ocean
Though you really wanna get me I guess I’ll resort to gun totin’
You really wanna get me If I was dead broke and smokin’
I’d probably be by my lonesome
He really thought he really had I’m a killer nigga I ain’t jokin’
Had a hold on me Endo smoke got me choked and I’m hopin’
He really thought he really had The fool comes slippin’
They thought they really had control of me So I could blow’em open
He really thought he really had This time around
Control of me I changed up my flow
He really thought he really had Got rid of the rocks
They thought they really could control me Got pits by the door
I’ve raised other peoples to watch my back
This time around I’ll never get bit Stay away from strangers
Though you really wanna get me So I won’t slack
This time around I’m taking no shit And I know my nigga Mike like that
Though you really wanna fix me Baby
Somebody’s out
Somebody’s out to use me (Michael)
They really want to use me This time around yeah...
And then falsely accuse me He really thought he really had
This time around Control of me
They’ll take it like spit He really thought he really had
‘Cause you really can’t control me They thought they really had control of me
You know you can’t control me He really thought he really had
A hold on me
He really thought he really had He really thought he really had
Had a hold on me They thought they really had control of me
He really thought he really had He really thought he really had
They thought they really had control of me Had a hold on me
He really thought he really had He really thought he really had
A hold on me They thought they really had control of me
He really thought he really had He really thought he really had
They thought they really had control of me Control of me
He really thought he really had
He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me
Had a hold on me He really thought he really had
He really thought he really had A hold on me
They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had
He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me
A hold on me This time around yeah
He really thought he really had He really thought
They thought they really had control of me
(Rap: The Notorious BIG)
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
EARTH SONG
(HANI’S CLUB EXPERIENCE)
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson.
Produced by Michael Jackson.
Additional Production and Remix by Hani, 1995.
-ORIGINAL VERSION LYRICS-
What about sunrise (ooo,ooo)
What about rain It’s our planet’s womb
What about all the things (What about us)
That you said we were to gain... What about animals
What about killing fields (What about it)
Is there a time We’ve turned kingdoms to dust
What about all the things (What about us)
That you said was yours and mine... What about elephants
Did you ever stop to notice (What about us)
All the blood we’ve shed before Have we lost their trust
Did you ever stop this notice (What about us)
This crying Earth this we make sure? What about crying whales
(What about us)
Aaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaah We’re ravaging the seas
(What about us)
What have we done to the world What about forest trails
Look what we’ve done (ooo, ooo)
What about all the peace Burnt despite our pleas
That you pledge your only son... (What about us)
What about flowering fields What about the holy land
Is there a time (What about it)
What about all the dreams Torn apart by creed
That you said was yours and mine... (What about us)
Did you ever stop to notice What about the common man
All the children dead from war (What about us)
Did you ever stop to notice Can’t we set him free
This crying Earth this we make sure? (What about us)
What about children dying
Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaah (What about us)
Can’t you hear them cry
I used to dream (What about us)
I used to glance beyond the stars Where do we go wrong
Now I don’t know where we are (ooo, ooo)
Although I know we’ve drifted far Someone tell me why
(What about us)
Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaaah What about baby boy
Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaaah (What about it)
What about the days
Hey, what about yesterday (What about us)
(What about us) What about all their joy
What about the seas (What about us)
(What about us) What about the men
The heavens are falling down (What about us)
(What about us) What about the crying man
I can’t even breathe (What about us)
(What about us) What about Abraham
What about everything (What was us)
(What about us) What about death again
I have given you (ooo, ooo)
(What about us) Do we give a damn
What about nature’s worth Aaaaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaaaah
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE
(CLASSIC CLUB MIX)
Written and Composed by R. Kelly.
Produced by R. Kelly and Michael Jackson.
Additional Production and Remix by Frankie Knuckles and Satoshi Tomiie, 1995.
-ORIGINAL VERSION LYRICS-
Another day has gone Something whispers in my ear and says
I’m still all alone That you are not alone
How could this be For I am here with you
You’re not here with me Though you’re far away
You never said goodbye I am here to stay
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go For you are not alone
And leave my world so cold For I am here with you
Though we’re far apart
Everyday I sit and ask myself You’re always in my heart
How did love slip away For you are not alone
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone Whisper three words and I’ll come runnin’
For I am here with you And girl you know that I’ll be there
Though you’re far away I’ll be there
I am here to stay
You are not alone
But you are not alone For I am here with you
For I am here with you Though you’re far away
Though we’re far apart I am here to stay
You’re always in my heart For you are not alone
But you are not alone For I am here with you
Though we’re far apart
‘Lone, ‘lone You’re always in my heart
Why, ‘lone
For you are not alone
Just the other night For I am here with you
I thought I heard you cry Though you’re far away
Asking me to come I am here to stay
And hold you in my arms
I can hear your prayers For you are not alone
Your burdens I will bear For I am here with you
But first I need your hand Though we’re far apart
Then forever can begin You’re always in my heart
Everyday I sit and ask myself For you are not alone...
How did love slip away
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.
Edited by Alexander Roepcke (ARpcke@aol.com), 1997.
HISTORY
(TONY MORAN’S HISTORY LESSON)
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson, James Harris III and Terry Lewis.
Produced by Michael Jackson and Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis.
Additional Production and Remix by Tony Moran and Bob Rosa, 1995.
-ORIGINAL VERSION LYRICS-
He got kicked in the back Every day create your history
He say that he needed that Every path you take you’re leaving your
He hot willed in the face legacy
Keep daring to motivate Every soldier dies in his glory
He say one day you will see Every legend tells of conquest and liberty
His place in world history Every day create your history
He dares to be recognized Every page you turn you’re writing your
The fires deep in his eyes legacy
Every hero dreams of chivalry
How many victims must there be Every child should sing together in
Slaughtered in vain across the land harmony
And how many struggles must there be
Before we choose to live the prophet’s plan All nations sing
Everybody sing... Let’s harmonize all around the world
Every day create your history How many victims must there be
Every path you take you’re leaving your Slaughtered in vain across the land
legacy And how many children must we see
Every soldier dies in his glory Before we learn to live as brothers
Every legend tells of conquest and liberty And leave one family oh...
Don’t let no one get you down Every day create your history
Keep movin’ on higher ground Every path you take you’re leaving your
Keep flying until legacy
You are the king of the hill Every soldier dies in his glory
No force of nature can break Every legend tells of conquest and liberty
Your will to self motivate Every day create your history
She say this face that you see Every page you turn you’re writing your
Is destined for history legacy
Every hero dreams of chivalry
How many people have to cry Every child should sing together in
The song of pain and grief across the land harmony
And how many children have to die
Before we stand to lend a healing hand A soldier dies
Everybody sing... A mother cries
The promised child shines in a baby’s eyes
All nations sing
Let’s harmonize all around the world
Copyrights by MIJAC MUSIC.