Song’s from the Movies

Any body remember this one, Disney’s 2002 Treasure Planet. Based on Robert Louis Stevens, Treasure Island this song was written and performed by John T. Rzeznik of the Goo Goo Dolls.

It is a beautiful song and a great film to boot. I hope you enjoy.

 

I’m Still Here (Jim’s Theme)

TreasureI am a question to the worldJohn R
not and answer to be Heard
or a moment that’s held in your arms
and what do you think you’d ever say
I won’t listen anyway
you don’t know me
and I’ll never be what you want me to be
and what do you think you’d understand
I’m a boy no, I’m a man
You can’t take me and throw me away
And how can you learn what’s never shown
Yeah you stand here on your own
They don’t know me
Cause I’m not here

And I want a moment to be real
Wanna touch things I don’t feel
We want to hold on and feel I belong
And how can the world want me to change
They’re the ones that stay the same
They don’t know me
Cause I’m not here

And you see the things they never see
All you wanted I could be
Now you know me and I’m not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man
They can’t break me
As long as I know who I am

They can’t see me
But I’m still here

They can’t tell me who to be
Cause I’m not what they see
Yeah, the world is still sleeping
While I keep on dreaming for me
And their words are just whispers and lies
That I’ll never believe

And I want a moment to be real
Wanna touch things I don’t feel
We want to hold on and feel I belong
And how can they say I’ll never change
They’re the ones that stay the same
I’m the one now
Cause I’m still here

I’m the one
Cause I’m still here
I’m still here
I’m still here
I’m still here

Check out the video here.

A Special Guest Movie Mash Up

Great poem and a similar song. You’ll see what I mean.

 

William Shakespeare and Song of the Witches

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the caldron boil and bake;

Eye of newt and toe of frog,

Wool of bat and tongue of dog,

Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,

Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing,

For a charm of powerful trouble,

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

 

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Cool it with a baboon’s blood,

Then the charm is firm and good.

 

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Double Trouble

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble
Something wicked this way comes
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,—
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Something wicked this way comes!

 

Songwriters: Robin Crow & Linsey Williams

 

My Special Guest tonight is…

Eminem and Without Me

WARNING – Bad Language, Bad Attitude and I love it!!

Without Me

Obie Trice
Real name no gimmicks

Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside

Guess who’s back, back again
Shady’s back, tell a friend
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back?
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back?
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back?
Guess who’s back?

I’ve created a monster, ’cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more

They want Shady, I’m chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, then this is what I’ll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that will jump start my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I’m not cooperating
When I’m rocking the table while he’s operating “Hey”
You waited this long to stop debating
‘Cause I’m back, I’m on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your husband’s heart problem is complicating
So the F-C-C won’t let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on M-T-V
But it feels so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready ’cause this shit is about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, “Fuck you, Debbie!”

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
‘Cause we need a little controversy
‘Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
‘Cause we need a little controversy
‘Cause it feels so empty without me

Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners helpless
‘Til someone comes along on a mission and yells “bitch”
A visionary, vision is scary,
Could start a revolution, pollutin’ the air waves a rebel
So let me just revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
And it’s a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me
Well I’m back, nana-na na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I’m gonna enter in endin’ up
Under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I’m interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
“Testing attention please”
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here’s my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
‘Cause we need a little controversy
‘Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
‘Cause we need a little controversy
‘Cause it feels so empty without me

A-tiskit a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with anybody who’s talking this shit and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow me
You don’t know me, you’re too old, let it go its over
Nobody listens to Techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal
I’ll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I’ve been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes this shit just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I’m disgusting
But it’s just me I’m just obscene
Though I’m not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy
Hey, there’s a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It will be so empty without me

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
‘Cause we need a little controversy
‘Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
‘Cause we need a little controversy
‘Cause it feels so empty without me

Kids!

Songwriters: Anne Jennifer Dudley / Jeffrey Irwin Bass / Kevin Dean Bell / Malcolm Robert Andrew McLaren / Marshall B Mathers / Trevor Charles Horn

Song’s from the Movies

Hey there movie lovers, how ya doing. Got a good one today from several movies but it’s this series that I particularly want to link it to; Star Trek. The newer Star Trek of course, the first movie and Star Trek: Beyond. Can’t remember it in the second one, maybe you can remind me.

Now I know I’m putting myself under the cosh here for all those lovely hecklers out there; “Call yourself a Star Wars fan”, yeah yeah I can hear you but even I admit these films are damn good.

And what about those Beastie Boys eh! A bit like marmite; love them or hate them. Some of their work I really love but some well… Let’s just leave it at that.

So raise shields, charge weapons and target that boom box; it’s Sabotage. Oh; don’t you dare take off those Sabot’s (see what I did their (teehee)).

Sabotage

beyondI can’t stand it I know you planned itsabotage
I’m gonna set it straight, this watergate
I can’t stand rocking when I’m in here
Because your crystal ball ain’t so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fucking thorn in my side
Oh my God, it’s a mirage
I’m tellin’ y’all it’s sabotage

So listen up ’cause you can’t say nothin’
You’ll shut me down with a push of your button?
But yo I’m out and I’m gone
I’ll tell you now I keep it on and on

‘Cause what you see you might not get
And we can bet so don’t you get souped yet
You’re scheming on a thing that’s a mirage
I’m trying to tell you now it’s sabotage

Why; our backs are now against the wall

Listen all of y’all it’s a sabotage
Listen all of y’all it’s a sabotage
Listen all of y’all it’s a sabotage
Listen all of y’all it’s a sabotage

I can’t stand it, I know you planned it
But I’m gonna set it straight this watergate
But I can’t stand rockin’ when I’m in this place
Because I feel disgrace because you’re all in my face
But make no mistakes and switch up my channel
I’m Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle
What could it be, it’s a mirage
You’re scheming on a thing – that’s sabotage

 

 

Song’s from the Movies

It’s CHRISTMASSSSSS and I’m back in the day Guys and Gals. Back when Hip Hop came to Wales and, now I think about it, trying to write Rap songs. I was never much of a dancer but words, no problem (take that smug look off your face).

Anyhoo, anyone remember this? From the movie Beat Street and Volume 2 of the Soundtrack this was brilliant. It was clever, funny, ironic, real and so on and so forth.

Go watch the slightly shorter movie version over here after you’ve read the hilarious version.

Santa’s Rap

Ho! Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho, open up your door

I’m Santa Claus and guess what y’all

I got something to show

I came to bring some Christmas Spirit

I got a big bag now guess what’s in it

Something for the rich, and something for the poor

So Merry Christmas and ho ho ho

 

Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas my foot

I’ma tell you what Santa really put

Under my so-called tree but in reality

Looked like nothing but a decorated pole to me

 

Man, you talk about a tree it makes wonder

Cause I never had a tree to put anything under

If I ever did luck up and get a tree

There was never anything under it for me

 

Man, I don’t what y’all talking about

Cause when I come to your town, I just get chased out

I thought y’all would be happy to see Santa Claus

But all you say is stick them up, and give me yours

 

You’re lucky; all you did was get ripped off

The next time to keep your big fat ass is up north

Because after my last few Christmas nights

If I see you around my neighborhood, I’m shooting on sight

 

And I ain’t even got a chimney for you to come down

So ain’t no need for you to be coming around

Cause the last So-Called Santa that came in with the sack

Wasn’t giving out presents, he was taking them back

 

Man, you all should be glad that I didn’t quit

Cause I’m getting too old for this Santa Claus shit

You think I’m getting presents, made for free

I gotta pay them elves and ain’t nobody paying me

 

You big fat whale, you might as well quit

Cause I can name a hundred presents that I didn’t get

And if I did get a present it would be a hand-me-down

Yo, I got this for Christmas, now how that sound?

 

It sounds good to me, cause I’m about to freeze

You wanna see something, look at the bottom of these

Me and brothers can’t go out, at the same time

Cause a coat that’s theirs; is a coat that’s mine

 

Man, I know one thing; y’all better get off my neck

And wait til you get your welfare check

Go on down to the office and stand on the line

Better hurry up, see, I got mine

 

Jingle, Jangle, Jingle for the poor

And once you get your welfare check

Y’all can kiss my mistletoe

Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho

 

That’s why the presents keep getting mixed up

Cause year after year you keep fucking up

And now I know why cause you’re always drunk

Instead of G.I. Joe, you send me this junk

 

That ain’t a G.I. Joe that’s a G.I. jerk

With a Kung Fu grip that don’t even work

So all I did was just put him away

Cause my G.I. Joe looked G.I. gay

 

That’s why you don’t get presents now cause you just ingrates

If the G.I. Joe is gay; what difference does it make?

After all he’s just a doll, ain’t too much he can do

If you ask me boy, I ain’t to sure about you

 

Man, forget about that, what about these shoes?

Instead of Christmas Carols, I’m singing the blues

Staring at the clock, looking hard at the time

Cause I just played the number combinated on a dime

 

I played 234 and put a penny on seven

Combinated 412 and deleted eleven

Put my last five cents on 356

And after all that I didn’t eat shit

 

Jingle, Jangle, Jingle for the poor

And once you get your welfare check

You won’t play in numbers no more

Ho, ho, ho – won’t play them no more

Yeah, you got that, right?

 

Alright listen Bloato, with your big fat suit

Next time say: no don’t send no substitute

Because I asked you for a beatbox and you know what I got?

Doug E. Fresh, you know that kid from down the block

 

For a facsimile, we must admit

Doug E. Fresh is good and made a perfect fit

He’s the only reason why we weren’t totally mad

Without Doug E our Christmas would’ve been really sad

 

Jingle, Jangle, Jingle for the poor

And once you get your welfare check

Even Doug E Fresh go go

Ho, ho, ho Doug E Fresh go go

 

To top Christmas off; I had no loving in a while

I love to have sex but I can’t afford a child

My girl wants a baby but I had to chill

She said if you don’t want a baby then you take the pill

 

(What is Christmas for?) Huh (What is Christmas for?)

What is Christmas for? – Yeah! What is Christmas for?

 

Wind up toys that don’t wind up  (Mama Mama!)

Talking dolls that don’t shut up (Mama Mama!)

This is the type of present that you buy when you’re poor

So that’s what you have to settle for

 

And it ain’t no secret that everything’s sunny

If you’re living in Palm Springs with all that money

Americanomics works and I won’t argue that is true

But if the economy is getting better, getting better for who?

 

Well, if you ask me I’m doing much worse than before

With the welfare cuts, I don’t eat no more

So if I did wanna go out, I couldn’t go nowhere

Cause I ate every last one of them reindeer

 

Rudolph first, I went down the list

I got so hungry, I just couldn’t resist

I ate Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Dixon

Fried them up and then started to mix them

And before you knew it, they were all gone

I wonder what y’all gonna do about my reindeer song

 

We’ll sing silent night and jingle bells

And all those Christmas rhymes

Cause nobody gives a shit about your reindeer and hard times

 

You just Jingle and Jangle and hang out with the poor

And when you get your welfare check, you might rent them by the store

Doug E. Fresh and Magnificent Force, and head on out the door

And leave these party people sing the Jingle, Jangle for the poor

 

Jingle, Jangle, Jingle for the poor

Don’t take us for granted, cause you may never know

One day when your least expect it, we could even up the scope

So just jingle, jangle, jingle with the poor

 

Sing! Jingle, jangle, a jingle jangle with the poor

Jingle, jangle, jingle with the poor (Ho, ho, ho – Ho, ho, ho)

Jingle, jangle, a jingle jangle with the poor (Everybody Sing!)

Jingle, jangle, jingle with the poor (Ho, ho, ho – Come On!)

Jingle, jangle, a jingle jangle with the…

 

Artists: Kool Moe Dee,  Doug E. Fresh, The Treacherous Three

Written by Kevin Keaton, LaMar Hill, Mohandas Dewese

Image from Pixabay, modified by JRFC