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gogirl: eartha kitt

by JennyO on December 28, 2008

This year’s Christmas was cause for celebration, yet many fans mourned upon learning that one of showbiz’s most enduring performers, Miss Eartha Kitt, died on that day at 81 of colon cancer.

Born in poverty in South Carolina, she was the daughter of a white father, a cotton farmer, and a black-Cherokee mother. As a mixed-race child during the first few decades of the century, she endured racism, neglect, and rejection.

For a while she attended the New York School of Performing Arts, but dropped out to take various odd jobs. In the mid-40s, she auditioned for the Katharine Dunham dance troupe and earned a place, performing in the Broadway production “Bal Negre” as one of the San Souci singers.

Orson Welles once called Eartha “The most exciting woman in the world.” She spent much of her life single. She married Bill McDonald in 1960 but divorced him after the birth of their daughter Kitt.

Her experiences with the troupe led to other opportunities in dance, singing, and acting.

As “Catwoman” from 1967-68 in the “Batman” television series, replacing Julie Newmar, she filled out the prescribed catsuit with her svelte 35-23-35 (inches) figure, making her one of the sexiest villains to purr her way around the small screen.

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Eartha as “Catwoman” in the “Batman” episode “Dressed to Kill”

She traveled the world and learned to perform in more than ten languages. She performed exclusively overseas after her anti-Vietnam War activism led to her investigation by the FBI and the CIA.

Upon returning to the US, she was cast in many Broadway roles. In 2000, she was tapped to be the voice of the villainess “Yzma” in Disney’s cartoon “The Emperor’s New Groove”, bringing her more fans from the younger generation.

She was also a published author who wrote three autobiographies and, in 2001, Rejuvenate, a guide to staying physically fit.

In her six-decade career, she was still performing well into her late 70s, and maintained the curvaceous figure that made her famous.

Her life was a celebration of beauty, joy, and art. While she wasn’t always happy, she made the most of what she had to carve out her own niche in the world that no one else can fill. There are many lessons to be learned from her life – of strength, perseverance, and endurance. She makes our list as a certified Gogirl, an icon of feminism, grace, and style.

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The incomparable Eartha Kitt.

17 January 1927 – 25 December 2008.

Personal footnote:

Eartha’s deep back bends remind me of the ones which made our very own Pilita Corrales, “Asia’s Queen of Song”, famous as a performer.

Eartha…

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Eartha’s images from various points in her career (from all over the ‘Net).

…and Pilita.

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Pilita on a concert program from 1973 (wolfgangsvault.com)

My father, who was a fascinating raconteur, often told a story of taking me with him to work one day at the ABS-CBN broadcast network studio where he was a newscaster and we ran into Pilita. I must have been all of four years old. Upon seeing her, my dad said, I immediately went into a backbend, holding an imaginary microphone to my lips. The good-natured Cebuana songstress laughed.

I don’t know if this story is true. This was told, after all, by the man who assured me in all seriousness that on days when the sun is shining at the same time it’s raining, somewhere in the world it’s a gorilla’s birthday. Go figure.

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“friends forever…”

by JennyO on December 22, 2008

The Philippines, according to Wikipedia, is said to observe the longest Christmas season in the world.

This is true. Malls put up Christmas trees and play carols as early as September. Homes are festooned with lights in November. I was aghast to learn that a cousin in the US bought her tree only a week ago; I had ours up and flashing by November 3, right after hundas or the local Dia del Muerte observances.

By the first week of December, restaurants and bars are fully booked for the seemingly endless rounds of parties. For the average employed Filipino adult, there are at least two that one can count on being invited to – the office party and the barkada get-together. The entire month is one big party, and everyone’s invited!

Work and office planning is hardly done around this time – “Magpa-Pasko na (Christmas is coming), you should’ve done that in October or November,” is something heard frequently. Most activities are postponed. “After Christmas na ‘yan, ha.” Work slows. Shopping speeds up. Stores are full of people, pockets bulging with their thirteenth-month pay and bonuses, eager to spend it all on gifts for family and friends. Employers nod indulgently as employees take two-hour lunches and return laden with shopping bags. They themselves leave early for corporate holiday affairs, golf tournaments in Baguio, and out-of-the-country vacations.

With pressure easing  on all sides, a sense of relaxation pervades. This makes the holidays a perfect time for renewing friendships. Last Friday, I met up with one of my best friends, Adelle Chua, opinion editor of Manila Standard-Today, where I am a horseracing columnist. We see each other perhaps three to four times a  year. We eat, catch up on the latest, eat, share feminist philosophies, eat. We did all our eating at the Racks’ in El Pueblo (Ortigas), where the succulent and tender sweet baby back ribs and side dishes keep us coming back for more.

After dinner, we went for dessert and coffee next door, to San Francisco Coffee Co. Die-hard Starbucks habitues, we were thinking of walking to the one at Emerald Avenue. But SFCC had an interesting sign – “Free WiFi.” We swung the glass doors open and walked in.

Not that we were able to try out the wi-fi. A delicious smell of syrup and coffee wafted us into our seats. Comfortably ensconced with coffee in mugs and an oatmeal bar in front of us, we chatted the night away. We must have covered a dozen topics, ranging from parents and parenting, DNA testing, and religion to fountain pens, the effects of aging on interpersonal relationships, and inner-spring mattresses.

Adelle and I are both writers. Bound by our common love of language, we deplored the declining standards of grammar, spelling, and technical proficiency. We drowned our sorrows over the fall of belles lettres in large mugs of our favorite brew.

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I love San Francisco Coffee’s Raspberry Mocha. The best talaga, ever!

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This is a nice, quiet place with very good coffee and pleasant, accommodating baristas who let us stay a little past closing and said not a word, letting us leave when we were ready. I wish they had more branches around the city.

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After Adelle and I exchanged goodbyes and promises to meet again soon, I trekked to Metrowalk for another reunion – this time with batchmates from the Ateneo de Manila University Regis MBA program. The invitation came from Atty. Natus Rodriguez, Atty. Noel de Leon, and Major Edmar de la Torre. How could I say no to two lawyers and a cop?

The venue was Aruba, a trendy bar-cum-dance club part-owned by Natus. It’s a terrific place that plays ’80s music, both live and canned.  The crowd is upscale. Meaning they can headbang and respect personal space at the same time.

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Natus ordered our party of ten his favorite drink. I forget what it’s called, but it’s served in shot glasses. A brown fluid lurks at the bottom while a milky liquid floats on top. Then it’s set on fire. Straws are handed round, the drink is sucked up, everyone applauds. It goes straight to your brain.

This time around, there isn’t much conversation, what with the loud music, dancing, and flaming drinks. Yet just seeing each other there was enough. Communication was achieved, the message being, “I cared enough to invite you/ I cared enough to come. We’re still friends.” We whisper into each other’s ears, catch up a bit, exchange phone numbers, find out how we can help each other.

But don’t wait until the holidays to refresh your relationships with your friends. Just like a plant, friendships can wither and die if not fed often with communication. Stay in touch. Make that your New Year’s resolution.

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mariah carey: always be my baby

by JennyO on December 10, 2008

Sweet-voiced soprano diva Mariah Carey sang this way back in 1996, but this song will never grow old. It’s one of those timeless melodies that will always resonate in your heart. Its lyrics will always mean something to someone, somewhere.

Click on this link to view the video.

“Always Be My Baby”

Mariah Carey (1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment)
You (repeat)
(Do do doop)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)
(Do do doop dum)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)

We were as one babe
For a moment in time
And it seemed everlasting
That you would always be mine
Now you want to be free
So I’m letting you fly
Cause I know in my heart babe
Our love will never die
Noooohoh!

You’ll always be a part of me
I’m part of you indefinitely
Boy don’t you know you can’t escape me
Ooh darling ’cause you’ll always be my baby
And we’ll linger on
Time can’t erase a feeling this strong
No way you’re never gonna shake me
Ooh darling ’cause you’ll always be my baby
(Does not repeat it only says it once)
(Do do doop)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)
(Do do doop dum)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)

I ain’t gonna cry no
And I won’t beg you to stay
If you’re determined to leave boy
I will not stand in your way
But inevitably, you’ll be back again
Cause ya know in your heart babe
Our love will never end nooooh ooohh

You’ll always be a part of me
I’m part of you indefinitely
Boy don’t you know you can’t escape me
Ooh darling ’cause you’ll always be my baby
And we’ll linger on
Time can’t erase a feeling this strong
No way you’re never gonna shake me
Ooh darlin’ cause you’ll always be my baby

I know that you’ll be back boy
When your days and your nights get a little bit colder oooohhh
I know that you’ll be right back, babe
Ooooh! baby believe me it’s only a matter of time
Of time!

You’ll always be apart of me (oooohhhh)
I’m part of you indefinitely (oooohhhh)
Boy don’t you know you can’t escape me (ooooohhhhhh)
Ooh darlin’ ’cause you’ll always be my baby
And we’ll linger on (and we will linger on)
Time can’t erase a feeling this strong (ohhhh)
No way you’re never gonna shake me (oh baby)
Ooh darlin’ ’cause you’ll always be my baby

You’ll always be apart of me (yeah yeah oooohhhh)
I’m part of you indefinitely (oooohhhh)
Boy don’t you know you can’t escape me (ooooohhhhhh)
Ooh darlin’ cause you’ll always be my baby (no nooo )
And we’ll linger on (you and I will always be)
Time can’t erase a feeling this strong
No way you’re never gonna shake me (you & I)
Ooh darlin’ cause you’ll always be my baby (you & I)
(You & I)
(You & I)
(You & I will always be!)

(Do do doop)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)
(Do do doop dum)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)

You and I will always be
No way you’re never gonna shake me
No way you’re never gonna shake me
You and I will always be…

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ephraim lewis: drowning in your eyes

by JennyO on October 20, 2008

This is one of the best R&B songs I’ve ever heard. It was included in a CD called “Light and Easy” ballads that I was either given or had bought, I don’t recall which, perhaps four years ago. I had never heard this song or of the artist – Ephraim Lewis – before.

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Lately I’ve been putting on the album every night as I write articles for a horseracing magazine to be released next month. As I listen to this smooth, smokey, silky voice, the knots in my muscles loosen gradually, I take deeper breaths, and words start to rise from deep inside, flowing from my fingertips onto the keyboard to appear upon the screen coherently arranged, almost effortlessly.

It was only tonight that I thought to search for a music video and find out more about the artist.  He died young, after having cut only one album. Many say he could have been a superstar; but with this just one song, he lives forever.

For me, a song is always both the words and the music. The lyrics are a hauntingly perfect match to the melody. Yes, I have drowned in someone’s eyes. Haven’t we all?

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DROWNING IN YOUR EYES (1992)

Ephraim Lewis

Feel the ground it’s slipping away
Like a sigh that greets the close of day
Feel the water’s welcoming arms
Embrace me in their quiet calm
I can’t hear what you say anymore
Just the sound of trees on the ocean floor
Irresistibly drawn from the shore

Chorus
I’m drowning in your eyes
I’m floating out to sea
Helpless on the restless tide
That flows between you and me

Moving slowly as if in a dream
The colours change from blue to green
All around me reflections of you
In forests deep I’m passing through
In the swell of the storm we’re as one
We’re dancing in the morning sun
Could it be that we’ve only just begun

Chorus

Lying here beside you
I try to reach you but you’re so far…

Chorus

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the greatest band ever in the history of ever.

by JennyO on October 5, 2008

The B-52s, that “garage band from Athens, GA” created its own unimitatable twist on the New Wave era when it burst upon the music scene in 1978 with their first single, “Rock Lobster”. They blended New Wave, dance, surf music, and unique guitar stylings to set the standard for party band music.

The group was formed in 1976 by sprechgesang (spoken-song) vocalist Fred Schneider along with the operatically-trained Kate Pierson, Cindy Wilson, drummer Keith Strickland, and guitarist Ricky Wilson (Cindy’s older brother).

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Ricky Wilson died in 1985 due to AIDS-related causes, but the rest of the band still rocks on, and in March 2008 released its first album for the 21st century, “Funplex”.

I was an angst-ridden but optimistic teenager in the ’80s, and it was this band’s music that kept me rockin’ and rollin’. Their sometimes unintelligible and incomprehensible lyrics (much like Lewis Carroll’s poems in “Alice in Wonderland” and “Through the Looking Glass”) described pretty much how I felt most of the time.

Here’s a compilation of my absolute favorite B-52s songs. Bless Youtube for archiving these very rare music videos.

Private Idaho (1980)

An iconic dance tune that rocked the angry and rebellious youth of the world – and kept them in the dance halls and off the streets, where they could have hurt themselves.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7t7cGwN7_0

Give Me Back My Man (1980)

“I’ll give you fish/ I’ll give you candy/ I’ll give youuu…/ Everything I have in my hand…/ Give me, give me back my man…” I mean, who else could have come up with lyrics this surreal yet somehow absurdly profound.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-qpGKi2Bsc

Mesopotamia (1982)

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELGEZm4Trgc

Legal Tender (1983)

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQvGplgXmNE

Roam (1989)

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWEfmCvu8R8

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bandoska: larga na!

by JennyO on September 29, 2008

This is the most interesting project I’ve done for racing so far – writing lyrics for a song!

The Philippine Racing Commission, the government body that supervises horseracing, wanted its own promotional jingle along the lines of the Department of Tourism’s “Wow, Philippines!” and the Philippine Charity Sweepstakes Office’s “Walang Kupas”. The music had to be dance or pop with an infectious beat, all the better to convey the fun and excitement of racing.

It was a difficult task, which fell to reggae musician and veteran video editor Jeck Pilpil. Not being a karerista, he could not write the lyrics himself, so I supplied him with an entire sheet of phrases, just doing the best I could. It was my first attempt at writing song lyrics, and I was apprehensive. I don’t even write poetry!

Jeck Pilpil of Bandoska.

It took Jeck about a month to come up with his first demo, performed by his band Peacepipe. It sounded too hard rock, too harsh and not at all what I had in mind. I asked for a redo, and after another month, he submitted a song that had our toes tapping and our heads nodding as we listened. It turned out that Jeck had asked ska group Bandoska to perform his music, which was a better fit for what we needed.

My lyrics he just tweaked, removing two superfluous stanzas, adding a couple of phrases to make the song flow better in time with the music, and re-arranging others to to form a refrain and chorus.

My video graphics editor, Jojo Llamanzares, a veteran of GMA Network and Prime Channel’s horseracing coverage, worked his non-linear editing magic with song and the photos and footage I supplied and that we shot. Given just a rough sequence guide, going mostly with the flow of the lyrics, he created a video that captures the spirit of racing.

It was his brilliant idea to make it like a karaoke video, to maximize audience impact and make sure the message was understood.

This is Philracom’s first jingle, and, for that matter, it is their first TV plug ever. (The most video publicity they usually get is their logo on the event plugs of the stakes races they sponsor monthly.)

It is also the first corporate jingle made for an entity in the racing industry.

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Larga Na! (Bandoska, 2008)

Larga na!/ Dito sa karera / Walang tigil ang aksiyon at saya/Panalo ka!/ Kasama ka/ Philracom…tayo na/ Tara na, tayo nang manood/ Walang katulad ang karera…

(Refrain): Sa pagtulong sa kapwa/ Karamay siya/ At basta’t pakarera/ Sa Philracom…Larga na!

(Chorus 2x): Sa Philracom, laging kasama/ Pag-asenso ng madla/ Sa Philracom, tumutulong sa kapwa/ Sa Philracom, Larga na!

Halika na/Isama mo’ng barkada/Mga kampeon dito sa pista/ Sino ba sila?/ Kasama ka/ Philracom…tayo na/ Tara na,tayo nang manood/ Walang katulad ang karera!

(Repeat refrain, repeat chorus 2x) Larga na!”

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katrina and the waves: walking on sunshine

by JennyO on September 11, 2008

Alright, you can call me cheesy, you can call me stuck in the ’80s, and you can call me collect from Timbuktu, but I dare anyone to keep their feet from tappin’and their butts from shakin’ once they hear this song rip. One of the iconic songs from the era of big hair and bad clothes, it’s my all-time favorite for the catchy melody and cheerful lyrics, guaranteed to banish the blues.

This song was written by Kimberley Rew (who also played lead guitar) for the band’s second album of the same name. It was their first Top Forty hit. The other band members were Katrina Leskanich (vocals, rhythm guitar), Alex Cooper (drums), and Vince de la Cruz (bass).

(Image from here.)

I love how it starts, with twelve solid seconds of bold backbeat.  Any tune with good drums gets my attention. That’s why drummers are my favorite band members! Pay no mind to the low-budget video production (this was during the infancy of MTV, remember) and the silly dancing. The song’s the thing!

Come on, you love it. You know you do. Click through and start dancing!

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmxSL6H2QEg

Walking on Sunshine (Katrina and the Waves, 1985)

I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I’m sure
And I just can’t wait till the day when you knock on my door
Now everytime I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down
Cause I just can’t wait till you write me you’re comin’ around

Now I’m walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I’m walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I’m walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
And don’t it feel good
All right now
And don’t it feel good
Oh yeah

I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that it’s true
And I don’t wanna spend my whole life just a waitin’ for you
Now I don’t want you back for the weekend, not back for a day (no no no)
I said baby I just want you back and I want you to stay

I’m walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I’m walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I’m walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
And don’t it feel good
All right now
And don’t it feel good
All right now

Walkin’ on sunshine… Walkin’ on sunshine
I feel alive, I feel a love
I feel a love that’s really real
I feel alive, I feel a love
I feel a love that’s really real
I’m on sunshine baby (whoa, oh yeah)
I’m on sunshine baby (whoa)

I’m walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I’m walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I’m walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
And don’t it feel good
(All Right Now)
And don’t it feel good
(I say it, I say it, I say it again, now)
And don’t it feel good
(All Right Now)
And don’t it feel good…

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maligayang araw ng kalayaan, pilipinas!

by JennyO on June 12, 2008

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MABUHAY ANG PILIPINAS!


LUPANG HINIRANG

(UP Concert Chorus, Lucio San Pedro arrangement)

Bayang magiliw, Perlas ng Silanganan / Alab ng puso, sa dibdib mo’y buhay
Lupang hinirang, duyan ka ng magiting / Sa manlulupig, di ka pasisiil
Sa dagat at bundok, sa simoy at sa langit mong bughaw;
May dilag ang tula, at awit sa paglayang minamahal.
Ang kislap ng watawat mo’y tagumpay na nagniningning,
Ang bituin at araw niya kailan pa ma’y di magdidilim.
Lupa ng araw, ng luwalhati’t pagsinta / Buhay ay langit sa piling mo;
Aming ligaya na pag may mang-aapi / Ang mamatay ng dahil sa iyo.

English translation: “Lupang Hinirang (Chosen Land)”

Beloved country, Pearl of the Orient,
The burning [fervour] of the heart / In thy chest beats ever alive.

Chosen Land, thou art the cradle of the brave.
To the conquerors, thou shall never surrender.

In the seas and mountains, in the air and in the azure sky,
There is splendour in the poem /And [in the] song for freedom beloved.

The sparkle of thy flag is victory that shines.
Its stars and sun forever shall never dim.

Land of the sun, of glory and our love / Life is heaven in thy embrace;
It is our joy, when there are oppressors / To die because of thee.

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BAYAN KO (Freddie Aguilar)

Ang bayan kong Pilipinas /Lupain ng ginto’t bulaklak
Pag-ibig ang sa kanyang palad / Nag-alay ng ganda’t dilag
At sa kanyang yumi at ganda / Dayuhan ay nahalina
Bayan ko, binihag ka / Nasadlak sa dusa.
Ibon man may layang lumipad / Kulungin mo at umiiyak
Bayan pa kayang sakdal dilag / Ang ‘di magnasang makaalpas
Pilipinas kong minumutya / Pugad ng luha at dalita
Aking adhika makita kang sakdal laya / Ibon man may layang lumipad
Kulungin mo at umiiyak / Bayan pa kayang sakdal dilag
Ang ‘di magnasang makaalpas / Pilipinas kong minumutya
Pugad ng luha at dalita / Aking adhika makita kang sakdal laya

English translation: “Bayan Ko (My Country)”

My country the Philippines / Land of gold and flowers
With love in her hands / She offers beauty and virtue.
And of her modesty and beauty / The foreigner was enamoured
O, my country, you were enslaved / Mired in hardship.

Even birds that are free to fly / Cage them and they cry
Much more a beautiful country / Shall long to be escape.
Philippines my beloved/ Cradle of my tears and poverty
My aspiration is /To see you truly free.

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pizzicato five: sweet soul revue

by JennyO on June 11, 2008

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Remember this funky J-Pop group from the early ’90s? Pizzicato Five, bannered from 1990 by lead vocalist Maki Nomiya, mixed jazz, pop, and electropop, defining the shibuya-kei music subgenre. P5 gave the world catchy hits like “Sweet Soul Revue”, channeling ’60s inspirations like Mireille Darc (French actress-model and long-time companion of hearthrob Alain Delon) and Henry Mancini (composer of “Moon River” and the “Pink Panther” theme).

Pizzicato Five

Sweet Soul Revue by Pizzicato Five (1993)

from the album Bossa Nova 2001

Kesa hajimete kagami wo mite / Ki ga tsuita no/ Anata ni koi shiteru no / Anata ni koi shiteru no

Omekashi shite  doko e yuku no? / So anata ni ai ni yuku no yo / Baby, machi wa itsumo parade / Baby, dakara tsuite iko yo

Yo no naka ni wa / Sweet ya / Catchy ga ippai aru yo ne/ Dakishimetai ureshikite /Hoho hozuri shitakunaru desho

Hora revue ga hajimaru / Hora okurenaide ne / Hora revue ga hajimaru

Hora wasurenaide ne

Tabun kyo wa / Watashi wo mite
Ki ga tsuku hazu / Anata mo koi shiterutte / Watashi ni koi shiterutte

Terebi de mita / Furui eiga / Musical no revue mitai ne
Baby machi wa itsumo parade / Baby hora ne kikoeru desho

Yo no naka ni wa / Happy ya / Lucky ga ippai aru yo ne
Kuchizuketai ureshikute / Hoho hozuri shitakunaru desho

Hora revue ga hajimaru / Hora okurenaide ne
Hora revue ga hajimaru / Hora wasurenaide ne

Yo no naka ni wa / Sweet ya / Catchy ga ippai aru hazu
Kami-sama parade ni / Ame nante furasenaide /Yo no naka ni
Happy mo /Lucky mo / Zenzen nakutemo /Anata to nara ureshikute
Hoho hozuri shitakunaru desho / Hozuri shitakunaru desho

Hora revue ga hajimaru / Hora okurenaide ne /Hora revue ga hajimaru
Hora wasurenaide ne

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I didn’t notice till I looked in the mirror this morning
I’m falling in love with you, I’m falling in love with you

Where am I going dressing up? /Yes, I’m going to see you
Baby, this town is always a parade /Baby, so I am following

In this world there are a lot of sweet and catchy things
Wanna hug / Wanna be happy / Don’t you want to hold them close?

Hey, the revue is starting / Hey, don’t be late
Hey, the revue is starting / Hey, don’t forget

Perhaps you noticed when you looked at me today
You’re fallin’ in love fallin’ in love with me

On tv I saw an old movie / It was like a musical revue
Baby, the town is always a parade / Baby, listen! don’t you hear it?

In this world there a lot of happy and lucky things
Wanna kiss, wanna be glad
Don’t you want to hold them close? / Don’t you want to hold them close?

Hey, the revue is starting / Hey, don’t be late
Hey, the revue is starting / Hey, don’t forget

In this world there are a lot of sweet and catchy things
Oh lord, don’t rain on my parade / But even if there are no
Happy pr lucky things at all / In this world you make me so happy
Don’t you wanna hold them close? / Don’t you wanna hold them close?

Hey, the revue is starting / Hey, don’t be late
Hey, the revue is starting / Hey, don’t forget

Lyrics from www.asklyrics.com

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gogirl: shania twain

by JennyO on June 3, 2008

This song dates from 1997, but it never gets old for me. I mean, how many men have we met who try to pass with flash and cash? Assert their dominance? Take over your life? Come on, guys, – that don’t impress me much! Like Shania Twain says – “Whatever.”

The video is somewhat surreal (Shania, overdressed in a leopard skin cloak, hitchhikes in the middle of the Mojave Desert), but she works it to the max. Refusing rides from men on various modes of transportation, she keeps on walking in high heels, head held high, hips swaying, exuding girl power!

I love this song mostly for the lyrics, but also for the hard-driving percussion that starts it off and carries it into the sunset. I’m a sucker for a loud, thumping back-beat. This is rock-meets-pop, musically far removed from Shania’s country roots, but its feminist theme suits her right down to the tip of her leopard stilettos.

A true “Go Girl”, here’s Shania in one of her biggest hits ever…

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That Don’t Impress Me Much

I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you’ve got being right down to an art
You think you’re a genius-you drive me up the wall
You’re a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist
That don’t impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the touch
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve-just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt
That don’t impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don’t impress me much

You’re one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
C’mon baby tell me-you must be jokin’, right!

Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

Okay, so you’ve got a car
That don’t impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don’t impress me much
You think you’re cool but have you got the touch
Now don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don’t impress me much

Okay, so what do you think you’re Elvis or something…
Oo-Oh-Oh / That don’t impress me much!

Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-No / Alright! Alright!

(spoken) You’re Tarzan! Captain Kirk maybe. John Wayne. Whatever!

Lyrics from www.azlyrics.com

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