Blood On The Dance Floor (Album)

  • Hier die Lyrics (sind von PJ, also sehr zuverlässig) falls sich jemand an's Übersetzen machen will ;)


    Blood On The Dance Floor
    (Michael Jackson and Teddy Riley)


    She got your number
    She know your game
    She put you under
    It’s so insane


    Since you seduced her
    How does it feel
    To know that woman
    Is out to kill


    Every night stance is like takin’ a chance
    It’s not about love and romance
    And now you’re gonna get it


    Every hot man is out takin’ a chance
    It’s not about love and romance
    And now you do regret it


    To escape the world
    I got to enjoy that simple dance
    And it seemed that everything was on my side
    (Blood on my side)
    She seemed to say like it was love
    And true romance
    And now she’s out to get me
    But I just can’t take it
    Just can’t break it


    Susie got your number
    And Susie ain’t your friend
    Look who took you under
    With seven inches in
    Blood is on the dance floor
    Blood is on the knife
    Susie got your number
    And Susie says it’s right


    She got your number
    How does it feel
    To know the stranger
    Is out to kill


    She got your baby
    It happened fast
    If you could only erase the past


    Every night stance is like takin’ a chance
    It’s not about love and romance
    And now you’re gonna get it


    Every hot man is out takin’ a chance
    It’s not about love and romance
    And now you do regret it


    To escape the world
    I got to enjoy that simple dance
    And it seemed that everything was on my side
    (Blood on my side)
    She seemed to say like it was love
    And true romance
    And now she’s out to get me
    But I just can’t take it
    Just can’t break it


    Susie got your number
    And Susie ain’t your friend
    Look who took you under
    With seven inches in
    Blood is on the dance floor
    Blood is on the knife
    Susie got your number
    And Susie says it’s right


    Susie got your number
    Susie ain’t your friend
    (It’s going down, baby)
    Look who took you under
    She stuck seven inches in
    Blood is on the dance floor
    Blood is on the knife
    (It’s going down, baby)
    Susie got your number
    You know Susie says it’s right


    It was blood on the dance floor
    (Blood on the dance floor)
    And I just can’t take it
    The girl won’t break it


    -----


    Morphine
    (Michael Jackson)


    He got flat, baby
    Kicked in the back, baby
    A heart attack, baby
    I hate your power


    A hot bitch, honey
    He dug the ditch, baby
    You make me sick, baby
    So unreliable


    I’m such a swine, baby
    All down the line, debby
    I hate your kind, baby
    So unreliable


    A hot buzz, baby
    He want the buzz, baby
    Another drug, baby
    You don’t deserve it


    Trust in me
    Trust in me
    Put all your trust in me
    You’re doin’ morphine


    “You heard what the Doctor said?”


    He got the place, baby
    Kicked in the face, baby
    He hate your race, baby
    You’re not a liar


    You’re every lick, baby
    Your dog’s a bitch, baby
    You make me sick, baby
    You talk survival


    She never come for me
    She never want, baby
    I got you up, baby
    You’re just a rival


    Always a play, daddy
    Right up your league, debby
    You’re throwin’ shade, daddy
    So undesirable


    Trust in me
    Just in me
    Put all your trust in me
    She doin’ morphine
    Go on, baby


    Relax, this won’t hurt you
    Before I put it in
    Close your eyes and count to ten
    Don’t cry, I won’t convert you
    There’s no need to dismay
    Close your eyes and drift away
    Demerol, Demerol
    Oh God, he’s taking Demerol
    Demerol, Demerol
    Oh God, he’s taking Demerol


    He’s trying hard to convince her
    To give him more of what he had
    Today he wants it twice as bad
    Don’t cry, I won’t resent you
    Yesterday you had his trust
    Today he’s taking twice as much
    Demerol, Demerol
    Oh God, he’s taking Demerol
    Demerol, Demerol
    Oh my, he’s got his Demerol


    “You heard what the Doctor said?”


    He got shit, baby
    Your dog’s a bitch, baby
    You make me sick, baby
    You are a liar
    He shoot the game, daddy
    Deep in the pain, baby
    You’re all the same, baby
    You’re so reliable


    Trust in me
    Trust in me
    Put all your trust in me
    She’s doin’ morphine


    You just sit around
    You’re talkin’ of it
    You’re takin’ morphine
    Go on, baby
    You just sit around
    Try talkin’ about it
    You’re takin’ morphine
    Just sit around
    Just talkin’ nothin’ about it
    She takin’ morphine
    You just sit around
    You talkin’ about it
    You’re takin’ morphine
    You just sit around
    Just talkin’ nothin’
    And takin’ morphine
    Somethin’s goin’ down, baby
    You’re talkin’ morphine
    Go on, baby
    Do it
    She’s takin’ morphine
    Morphine
    Morphine


    -----


    Superfly Sister
    (Michael Jackson and Bryan Loren)


    Love ain’t what it used to be
    That is what they’re tellin’ me
    Push it in, stick it out
    That ain’t what it’s all about


    He wanna do something keen to you
    He wanna wrap his arms all around you, girl
    He wanna shake it up
    Shake it down
    Doin’ it right
    He wanna jump back
    Half flat
    Doin’ it right
    He wanna lay you down
    Turn it up
    Kicking it loose
    He wanna fly high, now, now, baby for you
    He wanna motor-mouth, motor-run
    Give it back
    He wanna shake it up
    Shake it down
    Do it now, ha, ha


    Love ain’t what it used to be
    That is what they’re tellin’ me
    Push it in, stick it out
    That ain’t what it’s all about


    Susie like to agitate
    Get the boy and make him wait
    Mothers preachin’ Abraham
    Brothers they don’t give a damn


    He wanna do somethin’ keen to you
    He wanna wrap his arms all around you, girl
    He wanna do it up
    Keep it hot
    Deep in the night
    He wanna eye ball
    Get all
    Playin’ it right
    He wanna turn the key
    Work the sheets
    Move to the left
    He wanna hot stub
    Hot love
    Makin’ it wet


    He wanna give a hot jump shot
    Move to the left
    He wanna time bomb
    Slam dunk, huh, huh, huh


    Love ain’t what it used to be
    That is what they’re tellin’ me
    Push it in, stick it out
    That ain’t what it’s all about


    Sister say she love him some
    (She’s doin’ it, she’s doin’ it)
    God is jammin’ on the run
    Mothers preachin’ Abraham
    Brothers they don’t give a damn


    Johnny’s begging pretty please
    Keep the brother on his knees
    Susie likes to agitate
    (She’s doin’ it, she doin’ it)
    Get the boy and make him wait


    Sister’s married to a hood
    Sayin’ that she got it good
    Holy Mary mercy me
    Can’t believe the things I see


    Thinkin’ that we got it great
    We doin’ what they used to hate
    Push it in, stick it out
    (Keep doin’ it, you doin’ it)
    That ain’t what it’s all about
    (That ain’t what it’s all about)


    Keep doin’ it, you’re dirty
    Keep doin’ it, you’re dirty
    Keep dirty, you’re naughty
    You’re doin’ it, you’re dirty
    You’re dirty, you’re doin’ it
    You’re nasty, you’re doin’ it
    Keep dirty, keep dirty
    You really don’t want it


    -----


    Ghosts
    (Michael Jackson and Teddy Riley)


    There’s a ghost down in the hall
    There’s a ghoul upon the bed
    There’s something in the walls
    There’s blood upon the stairs
    And it’s floating through the room
    And there’s nothing I can see
    And I know its restless tune
    Because now it’s haunting me
    I don’t understand it
    Don’t understand it


    There’s a thumping in the floor
    There’s a creep behind the door
    There’s a rocking in the chair
    But there’s no one sitting there
    There’s a ghostly smell around
    But nobody to be found
    And a coffin nearly open
    Where a restless soul is floating
    Don’t understand it
    Don’t understand it


    And who gave you the right to scare my family
    And who gave you the right to shake my baby
    She needs me
    And who gave you the right to shake my family tree
    You put a knife in my back
    Shot an arrow in me
    Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy
    The ghost of jealousy


    There’s a thumping in the floor
    There’s a creep behind the door
    There’s a rocking in the chair
    But nobody’s sitting there
    There’s a ghostly smell around
    But nobody to be found
    And a coffin nearly open
    Where a restless soul is floating
    Don’t understand it
    Don’t understand it
    You just don’t know


    And who gave you the right to scare my family
    And who gave you the right to scare my baby
    She needs me
    And who gave you the right to shake my family tree
    And who gave you the right to make intrusion to see me
    And who gave you the right to shake my family
    And who gave you the right to hurt my baby
    She needs me
    And who gave you the right to shake my family tree
    You put a knife in my back
    Shot an arrow in me
    Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy
    A suckin’ ghost of jealousy


    -----


    Is It Scary
    (Michael Jackson, Terry Lewis, and James Harris III)


    There’s a ghost down in the hall
    There’s a ghoul beneath the bed
    Now it’s coming through the walls
    Now it’s climbing up the stairs
    There’s a spirit in the dark
    Hear the beating of his heart
    Can you feel it in the air
    ’Cause they’re hiding everywhere


    I’m gonna be
    Exactly what you wanna see
    It’s you who’s taunting me
    Because you’re wanting me
    To be the stranger in the night
    Am I amusing you
    Or just confusing you
    Am I the beast you visualized


    And if you wanna see
    Eccentric oddities
    I’ll be grotesque before your eye
    Let them all materialize


    Is that scary for you, baby
    Am I scary for you, boy
    Is this scary for you, babe
    Is this scary for you
    You know the stranger is you
    Is this scary for you, baby


    There’s a creaking on the floor
    There’s a creep behind the door
    There’s a rocking in the chair
    But nobody’s sitting there
    There’s a ghastly smell around
    But nobody to be found
    And a coffin nearly open
    Where a restless soul is pokin’


    I am gonna be exactly what you gonna see
    So did you come to me
    To see your fantasies
    Perform before your very eyes
    A haunting ghostly treat
    The ghoulish trickery
    And spirits dancing in the night


    But if you came to see
    The truth, the purity
    It’s here inside a lonely heart
    So let the performance start


    Is that scary for you, baby
    Am I scary for you, boy
    Am I scary for you, babe
    Am I scary for you, boy
    So tell me is this scary for you, baby
    Tell me
    So tell me is that crazy for you, baby
    Am I scary for you
    You know the stranger is you
    Am I scary for you


    Masquerade the heart
    Is the heart of hurting soul
    Just not what you see girl in me
    ’Cause the heart reveals the proof
    Like a mirror reveals the truth
    See the evil one is you


    Wanna talk about it
    Tell me
    Don’t wanna talk about it
    I don’t wanna talk about it
    What’s scary for you, baby
    Is this scary for you
    I’m tired of being abused
    You know you´re scaring me too
    I think the evil is you
    Is this scary for you, baby

  • <div class='quotetop'>ZITAT (Julian @ 04. Juni 2006 - 20:42 Uhr) [snapback]112132[/snapback]</div>

    Zitat


    Morphine - Michael Jackson (featuring Brad Buxer and Bruce Swedien)


    SO heißt es normal richtig! :cool
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    :?:?:?

  • <div class='quotetop'>ZITAT (Been Told @ 04. Juni 2006 - 23:07 Uhr) [snapback]112145[/snapback]</div>

    Zitat


    :?:?:?
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    das ist wirklich kein Witz! Das hab ich schon desöfteren im Internet gelesen. Denn BB und BS sprechen im Backround, sind also smit Backroundsänger.
    Ist wirklich kein Witz!

  • <div class='quotetop'>ZITAT (Julian @ 04. Juni 2006 - 23:34 Uhr) [snapback]112149[/snapback]</div>

    Zitat


    das ist wirklich kein Witz! Das hab ich schon desöfteren im Internet gelesen. Denn BB und BS sprechen im Backround, sind also smit Backroundsänger.
    Ist wirklich kein Witz!
    [/b]


    Das mag ja sein, aber deswegen wäre es trotzdem Quatsch, zu sagen, dass es "featuring Brad Buxer und Bruce Swedien" ist. Dann müßten ja fast alle Lieder der Pop Geschichte "featuring Irgendjemand" sein, weil in fast allen Liedern irgendwelche Background-Sänger(innen) mitsingen. ;)

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