Duración:05:14 Vistos:14592940 veces
Descripción:English translation due to popular demand.
Should be close enough:
FATAL BAZOOKA FEAT YELLE - TALK TO THE HAND
One morning, at the Bazooka's home.
Yo, what are you doing there?
Whaaatt???!
How come you're not at School?
I'm not going to school anymore, it's for losers! Anyway I got a date with my boyfriend today
I'm telling you right now, you're not gonna go out dressed like that!Until you are my sister there's no way you are not going out dressed like a 'ho ! Ok?
Hey! What the hell are you talking about ? Leave me alone, you're not my father, ok?
Don't you dare talk to your brother like that young lady...
Hello Yelle
Hello Christelle
hey, we're not bitches, 'right?!
For sure!
And we gonna tell 'em.
Ok!
TALK TO THE HAND!
You are such a loser
U bore me out
Come on, Talk to the hand.
If you don't get it it means forget me!
I'm not listening to you, come on, sorry, talk to the hand.
If you don't get it, it means: no thank you, ah ah.
Together with my bitches I'm walking down the streets
behind a guy is checking out my ass
oh well, that's normal, I'm so hot in Miss Sixty lo cut.
They shape so well my ass with the G-string sticking out
I know I'm only sixteen but I wear 95B
Thanks to my wonder bra that I really well filled up.
Anyway, this guy talks to me in his loser lacoste polo.
Hey lady, you're so hot do you wanna go for a mint ice cream with me?
nha nha, NI. Not interested.
You are such a loser
U bore me out
Come on, Talk to the hand.
If you don't get it it means forget me!
I'm not listening to you, come on, sorry, talk to the hand.
If you don't get it, it means: no thank you, ah ah.
The boys are all big losers,
The boys are all big losers,
The boys, the boys, the boys are all big losers.
The boys are all big losers all they think about is fingering us.
All they do is cheat on us I read it on the Vitaa's CD.
My parents too suck big time
They don't want me to smoke and won't divorce
I really can't be bothered to be their scape goat no more
they don't understand that for survival I really need a scooter
If it carries on, I swear I run off to the club
And just to piss them off I come back home at 2AM
Well, actually thinking about it. Not cool!
You are such a loser
U bore me out
Come on, Talk to the hand.
If you don't get it it means forget me!
I'm not listening to you, come on, sorry, talk to the hand.
If you don't get it, it means: no thank you, ah ah.
mmmhm. ok, get out, leave me alone.
who do you think you are, enough, you're not my dad.
mmmhm. ok, get out, stop it there.
who do you think you are, enough! Talk to the hand.
VERSE
Girl Power , ah ah.
Come on go buy yourself a life
You're not on my friend's list
1 I kick you out 2 you're freaking 'cause at 3 I'm already gone
Me me me and my girls
Never a kilo overweight
1 we have sex 2 we rateyou 3 we send it on a text message.
When you talk you bore me out , shut your mouth it's me on charge
1 I order 2 you pay 3 you take me to the concert
Stop following me like a dog
Guys are good at nothing.
You're so right girl, maybe we should become Homo, O.M.O.
mmmm... FGI. Fake good idea.
You are such a loser
U bore me out
Come on, Talk to the hand.
If you don't get it it means forget me!
I'm not listening to you, come on, sorry, talk to the hand.
If you don't get it, it means: no thank you, ah ah.
Talk, talk, talk to the hand
Leave me alone
Talk, talk, talk to the hand
Get out of my face
(Come on girl give me your number)
Talk, talk, talk to the hand
Leave me alone
Talk, talk, talk to the hand
Get out of my face
ok you win, you got a pen? it's the 911 911
hahahhaha, in your face!!!!
Fatal Bazooka présent sa soeur: Christelle Bazooka. Le nouveau clip featuring Yelle!
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Duración:04:25 Vistos:68836 veces
Descripción:Oh je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
Des jours heureux ou nous étions amis
En ce temps là, la vie était plus belle
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Tu vois je n'ai pas oublié
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Et le vent du nord les emportent
Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
La chanson que tu me chantais
C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m'aimais, et je t'aimais
Et nous vivions, tous deux ensemble
Toi qui m'aimait, moi qui t'aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Le pas des amants désunis
C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m'aimais, Et je t'aimais
Et nous vivions, tous deux ensemble
Toi qui m'aimait, moi qui t'aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aime
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Le pas des amants désunis.
Duración:03:53 Vistos:72624 veces
Descripción:From "T":
"An enormous hit for Brel, early in his career, this waltz you can't dance to. Composed in a car beween Tangiers and Casablanca, it's a ... all » parody of the familiar, banal, musetta's waltz, like The Lover's Waltz which he grimaces at for the opening of this video. Brel loved to fly and like a plane on a runway, he takes off in this song . attaining a velocity rappers would envy. To speed up is to cram more life into life, more love, more joy,hence, the thousand times waltz, "333 times (3x 333=1000) as much time for lovers to build a novel." Youth, love, joy, music, dance, springtime, Paris, they're all here in this timeless song which always makes you feel good. It became Carousel in Mort Shuman/ Eric Blau adaptation for the 1968 American musical, Jacques Brel is Alive and Well."
Note: "T" = lightning494. All credit should go to HER. I only re-posted the videos.
