Baixar Mais Tocadas: músicas de Bran Van 3000

Just sing the melody and we’ll follow along. / Dear Willard, / I changed my town for you, / Dear Willard,

(Speaking):As long as we’re getting a bit technical,I’d like to remind you that most womenand children can perceive higherfrequencies of sound than most men.Everywhere I see your faces,Everywhere you sing your smile and,Everytime you’re not around,It doesn’t matter,’Cause you’re everywhere to me.Everyone you’ve ever known counts on you,Waits for you,To come through.Don’t you know that you’re gonna break through?And everywhere you came and left,You came in the name of love and,Left a wake of happiness and tenderness,And sweet conflict, sweet conflict.You hang around,You come on down,You come on down,And it’s on and on and on and on,It’s on.It goes on.You hang around,You come on down,But you don’t come down.Whispering,Whispering,Whispering your name.You’re everywhere, everywhere, everywhere,To me.Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere,To me.Calling,Calling,I’m calling your number,Calling,I’m calling your number,Calling,I’m calling your number,Calling your number,I’m calling your number,Calling,You’re everywhere,You’re everywhere to me.Everywhere to me.

I think I love to watch you laughingIn fact I love to watch you do anythingAnd yes I do feel this thing happeningBut you’ll have to excuse me girl’Cause my taxi’s waitingAlthough I doYes I doI love you in my own twisted waysYes i doI love you in my on twisted waysOne day God walked on old Mount RoyalJust to dream up the human formThrew stones and cans and comic books in a kettleAnd you came out like a shining goddess heavy metalSay it’s just too bad some hearts don’t settleAnd the pipes are leaking and you feel like leavingYeah, we heard this one beforeI said, “Dear God, buddy, now don’t you meddle”‘Cause I’ve got my own little twisted ways of showing you that IdoYes I doI love you in my own twisted waysYes i doi love you in my own twisted waysAnd sing itLike we used to sing*(some wierd thing)*See Kermit the Frog was one day daydreamingThinking about himself at a red lightWith that it-ain’t-easy-being-greenin’And the cars behind him kept honking and honkingAnd Kermit’s last words as he flipped the birdWas, “Damn you Muppets just keep on taking!”See I’ve got my own things now so stop tootingI do my lily pad jumpingMiss Piggy bumpingLotta Miss Piggys and that’s all goodAnd I’m gonna turn this red lightInto a block partySo we can get down in basics of what?Rainbow connectingYes I doI love you in my own twisted waysYes i doI love you in my own twisted ways*(wierd thing again)*

Let’s do it on D.It’s very… interesting…Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,Just like a Bran Van giving you some.Cool.We’ll be the smoothest afrodiziak,We’ll be the coolest afrodiziak,We’ll be the strangest afrodiziak,So why don’t you put the record on and wick wick whack?We’ll be the smoothest afrodiziak,We’ll be the coolest afrodiziak,We’ll be the strangest afrodiziak,So why don’t you put the record on and kick that track?Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,Just like a Bran Van giving you some.Well hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,Just like a Bran Van giving you some.So what you thinking?I’m thinking sometimes things are moving too fast,’Cause from the very room I’m rhyming,It be looking like the past.I know you didn’t ask,But fuck it, you’re stuck with it.You gotta try right?That’s why your basic love for hip hop got me sucking this mic,I’m like the next Uncle Fester,Another media molestorWith the flex coming smooth coming strange,Like grade 10 sex,We cling to the text,Corazon through the chest.You diss it you like it,We don’t give a fuck?Well just a little…’Cause we’re hip hop deconstruct.We’re shmoozing like McLuhan,A slightly shy, a slightly bored,Nappy crappy spinal tappy humanoid.Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,Just like a Bran Van giving you some.’Cause you’re a groove girl, what a strange girl, what a wickedworld’Cause you’re a groove girl, what a strange girl, in a wickedworldNothing left to lose,And no time to waste,I’m feeling kinda funny,Think my drink is laced.I’ve got these opium queens that move around my space,I said it’s waste not, want not,I think I’ll take another,I’m holding all this pain that I’m trying to smother,With the neon glows that keep me thinkingabout my brother and my mother in the cityUpon the BV sound.Bran Man got me moving with my ear to the ground.With thoughts of cognak kisses for the men in black,Like in the front line,Baby I’ll be back.Because I’m chewing on these thoughts of you down with me,Putting you before the eye because its easy to see.EP got me smoothing for the BV3,So let it be baby, let it be,For real baby,You’re the one for me,That makes loving so much fun you see.And I’m the smoothest afrodiziak,I’ll be the coolest afrodiziak,I’m like the strangest afrodiziak,So knick-knack paddy-whack, bring it back…Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,Just like a Bran Van giving you some.’Cause you’re a groove girl, what a strange girl in a wickedworld.Yeah, time to represent the sounds from the Bran Van motion.Smooth Liquid coming with the notion and the potion,To recollect and check my memories with degrees,Saying we’s got necessities,These recepies I’ll be giving,’Cause freedom’s how I’m living in my life without the strife,Who’s pushing? We gots the cushion.So get on your knees and pray G-O-D,Set me free, from this fucking ill society,For real, north to the south to the east to the west,Come and bless,Buddha zest got me truly confessing,Say it yes yes yes yes.To the top is where I’m reaching,The chronic got me tweakin’And I’ll be reaching for the peaking.More than you ever fucking seen,When I soar, take flight to the skies,On demise, this youth has grown wise,No disguise necessary,It’s quite contrary,Proud Mary,Keep on rolling ‘cause I’m strolling on the uptown sound, forreal,So hold tight to steal,Lyrical assasins saying caps out to peel.

Mama don’t smoke that much dopeDon’t you worry about meMama don’t smoke that much dopeDon’t you worry about meI only get high about twice a dayIt helps to keep my blues awayChris said something ‘bout all themLong-haired Jesus Christ look alikesShining down on me (bis)I’m more laid back then you (bis)I’m more laid back then you will ever beMama don’t smoke that much dopeDon’t you worry about meMama don’t smoke that much dopeDon’t you worry about meI only get high about twice a dayIt helps to keep my blues away…

Cats around front move around the front / Cats around back move around the back / And cats will move where they wanna move / ‘Cos the trains come in on time

The journey of the sun is only one way / Begins in the light and there it will stay / In the cradle of your soul (2x) / The essence of this love

World Party is officially on / From brothers – sisters / Get your headsets says ready, ready, ready, ready / K-Town to Sierra Leone

Well that was fun / But I’m still horny / Bonjour, mon nom est Paul Extase / Pis j’suis avec les deux cochonnes

You see I met her on a MondayAnd her name was JillFrom the what-the-hell family’sRelation to free willYeah she circled my circumferenceSaid she had some time to killBeen combing the beach for a beautiful freakAnd I just might fit the billShe saidOoh, I think I’m liking youOoh, do you feel the same the way too?I said, ooh, I think I doI said, ooh, I think you’re cuteI said, ooh, merci beaucoupI said, ooh oohAnd maybe I’m calling you babyAnd I might just say you’re my love clichéYou’re my love clichéAnd I like it that waySo we fell in love that summerUnderneath the Star Wars signDrinking cases of each otherAnd guitar and April WineAnd we lay down in the alleyAs the sunlight hit the pineAnd talked of all things greatLike the rose of Gertrude SteinAnd we fell in love that summerBut it lasted 18 weeksUsed to kiss her on the hummerNow I kiss her on the cheekAnd I vividly rememberIn a moment of reclineWhen she whispered in my ear”I think I like both kinds”She said, ooh, I think I doI said, ooh, I think you’re cuteShe said, ooh, merci beaucoupI said, ooh oohAnd maybe I’m chasing AmyAnd I might just say you’re my love clichéYou’re my love clichéAnd I like it that wayI’m feeling loveSo why don’t you tell me what’s great?When the puck hits the netAt the Stanley Cup gameAnd Miles hits the notesWhen he sketches out of SpainAnd the wedding gets you highFrom the perfect cateringAnd love makes you lieEven though you bought the ringAnd you screw with theAnd the minor chord changeAnd the more things changeThe more they stay the sameBut I’m looking for your kindYeah I’ll drive through the driving rain’Cause what was so wrongFrom the very beginningThat we would have to changeYou’re my love clichéAnd I like it that wayAnd maybe I’m calling you babyAnd I might just say you’re my love clichéI’m in love