MICHAEL JACKSON - THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT US
"They Don't Care About Us" was the fourth single released from HIStory in April 1996, and also caused controversy - this time over alleged anti-Semitic lyrics.
Michael Jackson was prompted to change the lyrics "Jew me, sue me" and "kick me, kike me" to "do me, sue me" and "kick me, strike me" in order for the single to be played on radio and music television. The original music video, which was shot in March on the streets of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil, was reportedly not "entirely satisfactory" to Jackson's liking, and so a second music video, the "Prison Version", was made a week later. However, this new music video was banned in some countries, due to complaints that it was too violent, and on both MTV and VH1 it was only allowed to be shown after the 9 o’clock watershed.
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M.Jackson
Skin head
Dead head
Everybody
Gone bad
Situation
Aggravation
Everybody
Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody
Dog food
Bang bang
Shock dead
Everybody's
Gone mad
Chorus:
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
Do me
Sue me
Everybody
Do me
Kick me
Strike me
Don't you
Black or white me
Chorus
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 his 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 mail
Throw the brother
In jail
Chorus
Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible cause you ignore me
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwin' me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is that land from which I came
You know I really do 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
Chorus
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's
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
Chorus
(Repeat to end)
SARAH MCLACHLAN - ANGEL
Sarah McLachlan was born on January 28, 1968, and adopted in Halifax, Nova Scotia. As a child, she took voice lessons, along with studies in classical piano and guitar. When she was 17 years old, and still a student at Queen Elizabeth High School, she fronted a short-lived rock band called "The October Game". Her high school yearbook claimed that she was "destined to become a famous rock star."
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Read more in SpanishReleased as a single in 1999,
"Angel" has an enduring popularity. It is often used to highlight emotional scenes on television shows and has featured in a number of soundtracks (including the film City of Angels and TV's Dawson's Creek and General Hospital) and as a song of comfort and healing following the September 11, 2001 World Trade Center terrorist attacks.
City of Angels is a film that was directed by Brad Silberling in 1998. The film stars Nicolas Cage and Meg Ryan. Set in Los Angeles, California, U.S., the film is a remake of Wim Wenders' 1987 German film Wings of Desire, which was set in Berlin. In the film, an angel (Cage) falls in love with a human woman (Ryan) and has to decide whether to become mortal to spend human life with her.
Angel
Sarah McLachlan
Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
