endroog

“Human Nature”

Looking out
Across the night-time
The city winks a sleepless eye
Hear her voice
Shake my window
Sweet seducing sighs

Get me out
Into the night-time
Four walls won’t hold me tonight
If this town
Is just an apple
Then let me take a bite

Chorus
If they say -
Why, why, tell ‘em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say -
Why, why, tell ‘em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way

Reaching out
To touch a stranger
Electric eyes are ev’rywhere
See that girl
She knows I’m watching
She likes the way I stare

If they say -
Why, why, tell ‘em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say -
Why, why, tell ‘em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
I like livin’ this way
I like lovin’ this way

(instrumental section)

Looking out
Across the morning
The city’s heart begins to beat
Reaching out
I touch her shoulder
I’m dreaming of the street

Chorus
If they say -
Why, why, tell ‘em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say -
Why, why, tell ‘em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
I like livin’ this way

“Dirty Diana”

Oh No . . .
Oh No . . .
Oh No . . .

You’ll Never Make Me Stay
So Take Your Weight Off Of Me
I Know Your Every Move
So Won’t You Just Let Me Be
I’ve Been Here Times Before
But I Was Too Blind To See
That You Seduce Every Man
This Time You Won’t Seduce Me

She’s Saying That’s Ok
Hey Baby Do What You Please
I Have The Stuff That You Want
I Am The Thing That You Need
She Looked Me Deep In The Eyes
She’s Touchin’ Me So To Start
She Says There’s No Turnin’ Back
She Trapped Me In Her Heart

Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, No
Dirty Diana
Let Me Be!

Oh No . . .
Oh No . . .
Oh No . . .

She Likes The Boys In The
Band
She Knows When They Come To Town
Every Musician’s Fan After
The Curtain Comes Down
She Waits At Backstage
Doors
For Those Who Have Prestige
Who Promise
Fortune And Fame, A Life
That’s So Carefree
She’s Saying That’s Ok
Hey Baby Do What You Want
I’ll Be Your Night Lovin’ Thing
I’ll Be The Freak You Can Taunt
And I Don’t Care What You
Say
I Want To Go Too Far
I’ll Be Your Everything
If You Make Me A Star

Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, No
Dirty Diana . . .
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, No
Dirty Diana . . .
Diana!
Diana!
Dirty Diana!
It’s Dia . . .Aa . . .Aa . . .
Come On!

She Said I Have To Go Home
‘Cause I’m Real Tired You See
But I Hate Sleepin’ Alone
Why Don’t You Come With
Me
I Said My Baby’s At Home
She’s Probably Worried
Tonight
I Didn’t Call On The Phone To
Say That I’m Alright

Diana Walked Up To Me,
She Said I’m All Yours
Tonight
At That I Ran To The Phone
Sayin’ Baby I’m Alright
I Said But Unlock The Door,
Because I Forgot The Key,
She Said He’s Not Coming
Back
Because He’s Sleeping With
Me

Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, No
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana . . .
Come On!
Come On!
Come On!
Come On!…

“Give In To Me”

She Always Takes It With A Heart Of Stone
‘Cause All She Does Is Throw It Back To Me
I’ve Spent A Lifetime
Looking For Someone
Don’t Try To Understand Me
Just Simply Do The
Things I Say

Love Is A Feeling
Give It When I Want It
‘Cause I’m On Fire
Quench My Desire
Give It When I Want It
Talk To Me Woman
Give In To Me
Give In To Me

You Always Knew Just How To Make Me Cry
And Never Did I Ask You Questions Why
It Seems You Get Your Kicks From Hurting Me
Don’t Try To Understand Me
Because Your Words Just Aren’t Enough

Love Is A Feeling
Quench My Desire
Give It When I Want It
Takin’ Me Higher
Love Is A Woman
I Don’t Wanna Hear It
Give In To Me
Give In To Me

You And Your Friends
Were Laughing At Me In Town
But It’s Okay
And It’s Okay
You Wont Be Laughing Girl
When I’m Not Around
I’ll Be Okay
And I’ll, I’ll Not Find
Gotta, The Peace Of Mind No

Don’t Try To Tell Me
Because Your Words
Just Aren’t Enough

Love Is A Feeling
Quench My Desire
Give It When I Want It
Takin’ Me Higher
Talk To Me Woman
Love Is A Feeling
Give In To Me
Give In To Me
Give In To Me

Love Is A Feeling
I Don’t Wanna Hear It
Quench My Desire
Takin’ Me Higher
Tell It To The Preacher
Satisfy The Feeling
Give In To Me
Give In To Me

I Don’t Wanna
I Don’t Wanna
I Don’t Wanna
Hear It
Give It To The Fire
Talk To Me Woman
Quench My Desire
I Don’t Like A Lady
Talk To Me Baby
Give In To Me

Give In To The Fire
Give In To Me
Give In To Me
Give In To Me

Love Is A Woman
Give In To Me
Give In To Me
Give In To Me
Give In To Me

‘Cause I’m On Fire
Talk To Me Woman
Quench My Desire
Give It To The Feeling

“They Don’t Care About Us”

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody’s gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kike me
Don’t you black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I’m tired of bein’ the victim of hate
You’re rapin’ me of my pride
Oh, for God’s sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy…
Set me free

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
black man, black male
Throw your brother in jail

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I’m tired of bein’ the victim of shame
They’re throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can’t believe this is the land from which I came
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don’t wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin’
He wouldn’t let this be, no, no

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody litigation
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Some things in life they just don’t wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin’
He wouldn’t let this be

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Kick me, strike me
Don’t you wrong or right me

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Does it matter if you’re black or white ?

Arrgh.. I’m so addicted to this song I tried to download the soundtrack off limewire but to no avail. Arrgh…. can someone help?

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can’t explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done.
Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It’s easy.
There’s nothing you can make that can’t be made.
No one you can save that can’t be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time
It’s easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known.
Nothing you can see that isn’t shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.
It’s easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

From Vienna with love…

Viola, an old penpal, had just finish recording her band’s second album. Oh yeah… a jazz quartet. I think I blogged about them sometime ago. Its quite a delight, for she had emailed me to ask for my address so that she can send me personally autographed CDs.

Here at endroog.com, I’ll be supportive of friends and their happening events… like recently, Dominic’s lomography exhibition.

Congratulations, Viola.

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If you ask me which Malay song that I won’t get tired of and I can listen again and again in a row… it has to be this one by M.Nasir of Siapa Mahathir (Who is Mahathir) fame many years ago. Man, he was banned to appear in mass media for sometime. Go and google it if you want. I just love the spiritual and uplifting beat of this song.

Hei! kersani mengalir lah dikau
Menjadi raksa
Mengisi belikat punggungku
Agar aku bisa berdiri
Tegap dan segak
Bagaikan laksmana Melayu

Hei! sepuluh helai daun sirih
Ku gentas bersama
Bunga cengkih jadilah dikau
Darah merah pekat
Mengisi uratku
Agar bisa aku berlangkah
Gagah dan tampan
Bagaikan sijantan yang berkokok

Di mana bumi ku pijak
Di situ langit ku junjung
Alang-alang menyeluk pekasam
Biar sampai ke pangkal lengan

Aku seru mentera pusakaku
Mentera semerah padi

I sold my soul for the second time
‘Cause the man He don’t pay me
I begged my landlord for some more time
He said “Son, the bills are waiting”
My best friend called me the other night
He said “Man – are you crazy”
My girlfriend told me to get a life
She said “Boy – you’re lazy”
But I don’t mind
As long as there’s a bed beneath the stars that shine
I’ll be fine, if you give me a minute, a man’s got a limit
I can’t get a life if my heart’s not in it
Hey Hey

I don’t mind
As long as there’s a bed beneath the stars that shine
I’ll be fine, if you give me a minute, a man’s got a limit
I can’t get a life if my heart’s not in it
Hey Hey

I lost my faith in the summer time
‘Cause it don’t stop raining
The sky all day is as black as night
But I’m not complaining
I begged my doctor for one more line
He said “Son – words fail me”
It ain’t no place to be killing time
I guess I’m just lazy

BUT I don’t mind
As long as there’s a bed beneath the stars that shine
I’ll be fine, if you give me a minute, a man’s got a limit
I can’t get a life if my heart’s not in it
Hey Hey

Oasis (2005)

I look into my morning mirror
And it reveals some things to me that I had not been able to see
I saw someone that Im not sure I want to be
An empty lonely face was starin back at me

All and all, I would have to say
Its been a rather dismal day

The afternoon was slow in coming
I drug myself outside the people that I knew would be there
And though they walked along pretending not to care
I knew behind my back theyd point and laugh and stare

Chorus

And now the evening shadows falling
I guess its best I lay my hopes to rest for noones calling my name
I sit and wait behind a door thats never knocked on
I live in silence like my phone thats never talked on

Chorus

I’ve come to like Bread through this song. They have many other songs that worth your time to listen. The Best of Bread is the CD for you to try then.

One of my favourite song of the 90s.

Hope we can sing this to our boss every year to show our respect to him. Too bad my mouth is locked. I cant sing it to him. But the spirit is there.

We’re just ta kung chai.

ngo tei yi pan ta kung chai

I.0. I. I. I. I. I. I. 0. I. 0. I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O. I.O. I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O.
I.O. I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O. I.O.

You know I love getting up in the morning
When the sun first strikes the trees
All the morning birds that sing above
Still bring back memories
Of a girl who stood beside me
When the rights I did were wrong
But she went back down the river
Just when I thought I could be strong
When I thought I could be strong, so I sing

I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O. I.O. I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O. I.0.

She never told me why she left me
But the letter say goodbye
Now my mornings are for wond’ring
And my nights to reason why
Why a stranger comes to steal the love
Of a girl I had to hold
But she went back down the river
Just when I thought I could be strong
When I thought I could be strong, so I sing

I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O. I.O.
I sing, I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O. I.O.
I sing, I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O. I.O.
I.O. I.0.
I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O. I.O. I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O. I.O. I.O. I.I.I.I.I.I.O. I.O.

Well, I think this is how they coined the word we use everyday to show displeasure:

aiyo, aiyoh & ayoyo

And there’s a remake of this song by the girly Taiwanese group, S.H.E. Ayoyo.

Well, just before we all go and watch Transformers (2007) this 28th June, I wonder how many of you all are young enough to don’t know who’s these famous robots, Optimus Prime and Megatron.Ok.

After doing some viewing at the official Transformers movie website, I come to know that the yankee’s General Motors secured the advertising deal and the Bumblebee we all know was a cute yellow Volkswagen Beetle. Man, how the fuck can they change the it to another car altogether. I prefer it to be changed to the current version of Beetle (yeah, the new one) rather than a chevy camaro OR at least name the character Goldbug . Its totally different car in size and design. Bumblebee is etched into our brain as the Volkswagen Beetle.

Anyway, I’m not the director and who the hell am I to say things. By the way, I read somewhere the reason why they opted for camaro is because Volkswagen don’t wanna license it. They said there’s too much violence in transformers and they don’t want Beetle to be portrayed as a war machine.Hmmm… oh fuck, even Megatron don’t look like a gun anymore. They might as well put in Galvatron. Arrgghh.

Here’s the list of characters I would’ve casted in the movie if I’m be the director:

Arcee, that pinky lady Autobot

Blaster, the autobot radio

As for the Decepticon camp, I wanted to see Astrotrain, the decepticon triple-changer (a train and a space shuttle.)

Here you can listen to the Generation 1 outro theme song.

But the, the silver screen will always come out with their own variation of things. Just hope it’ll be good although I still can’t accept Megatron’s complete makeover. Where can I get this toy for future Baby G?? I know Kok Ming@Sean used to have this.

Afterall, Transformers are modified in every generations. This latest one should be a good movie.