小跑的黑暗天堂...

這是一個我最近在看的影集, HBO 自製的, 是在敘述兩個從紐西蘭來的歌手, 在美國所發生的生活趣事 (可惜只能抓到沒有字幕的版本, 看樣子只能順便練習英文聽力了~~~)

簡單的說, 有點像歌劇的類型, 首先會演出一段他們生活中發生的事情, 接下來就會以一首歌來表達他們的想法~~~(有些歌曲實在太讚了, 不過還是要有中文才能感受到它的笑點)

======== 以下列出我最喜愛的幾首歌 =========

Lyrics:

Some people say that rappers don’t have feelings
We have feelings. (We have feelings)
Some people say that we are not rappers. (We’re rappers.)
That hurts our feelings.
(Hurts our feelings when you say we’re not rappers.)
Some people say that rappers are invincible
We’re vincible. (We’re vincible.)
What you are about to hear are true stories
(Real experiences)
Autobiographical raps.
Things that happened to us, All true
Bring the rhyme!

I make a meal for my friends,
Try to make it delicious,
Try to keep it nutritious,
Create wonderful dishes.
Not one of them thinks about the way I feel
Nobody compliments the meal

I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings
I feel like a prize @sshole
No one even mentions my casserole.
I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings.
You coulda said something nice about my profiteroles

Here’s a little story to bring a tear to your eye,
I was shopping for a wetsuit to scuba dive,
But every suit I tried is too big around the thighs,
And the assistant suggested I try a ladies’ size

I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings
I’m not gonna wear a ladies’ wetsuit I’m a man!
I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings
Get me a small man’s wetsuit, please

It’s my birthday, 2003
Waitin’ for a call from my family

They forgot about me

I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings
The day after my birthday is not my birthday, Mum
I call my friends and say, “Let’s go into town,”
But they’re all too busy to go into town
So I go by myself, I go into town
Then I see all my friends, they’re all in town

I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings.
They’re all lined up to watch that movie
“Maid in Manhattan.”
Have you even been told that your @ss is too big?
Have you ever been asked if your hair is a wig?
Have you ever been told you’re mediocre in bed?
Have you ever been told you’ve got a weird-shaped head?
Has your family ever forgotten you and driven away?
Once again, they forgot about J
Were you ever called “homo” ‘cuz at school you took drama?
Have you ever been told that you look like a llama?

Tears of a rapper (tears of a rapper),
I’m crying tears of a rapper
Tears of a rapper

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正式版:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HN1SVSH40b4

痞客搞笑版:

歌詞:

I think I've fallen in love with a girl and it's serious.
Oh, that's great news Bret, tell me 'bout that girl that's so serious.
Oh, well I don't really know her.
Oh, that don't sound so serious.
We're serious, I'm delirious.
Sounds serious.
Yeah.
That's cool. I met a new girl too.
Have you?
Yeah.
One of those girls you met on the net?
No, we really met.
Well, that's great news.
What's she like, what does she do?
All I know, dawg is that she's careless with her dog.
I'm not sure what she does, but she makes me want her.
She makes me wanna get on top of her.
Oh, that sounds great, man. That sounds great hey, wait!
What?
Maybe I'm crazy but when did you meet this lady?
Just then.
When?
Then.
Right then?
Right then.
Where?
Here.
Over there?
Over there.
Over there, there?
Over there, there, there!
Just now?
Just now.
How'd you meet your lady?
I was going for a jog and she'd lost a dog.
I was running in the area and she'd lost a terrier. 
Was this about 20 seconds ago?
No, about 23 seconds ago.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, no, oh no, no, no, oh no, no no 
What?
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
No, I'm thinking what I'm thinking.
So you're not thinking what I'm thinking?
No, cause you're thinking I'm thinking what you're thinking!
Are you talking about a girl with a beautiful smile?
Yeah!
Like strawberry wild?
Yeah! Yeah!
Blueberry track suit pants!
White chocolate skin!
And socks!
That sounds like her!
Hang on a minute. 
Stop the track.
Eugene, stop the track!
Do you mean the girl who came up to us when we were running in the park just now and she was looking for her epileptic dog?
Yeah, that's the girl!

Was her name Brahbrah?
No, I think it was Barbara.
Her name was Brahbrah.
It's was Barbara. There's no such name as Brahbrah.
It's Brahbrah.
It's Barbara.
It was Brahbrah.
Barbara.
Brahbrah.
Barbara.
Brahbrah.
Brahbrah.
Barbara.
Bret, she was looking at me.
No, she was looking at me.
Bret, she was looking at me, she had her eye on my knee.
Dawg, I'm sorry she had her eye on my guns.
Oh you loco, she was checking out my buns.
No bro, she had an eye on me.
She had an eye on me.
How could she have a eye on both of us?
Wait a minute, you talking about a girl with a lazy eye?
I think she might had a slightly lazy eye!

We're both in love with a sexy lady with a eye that's lazy the girl goes fly
With the wonky eye, she's smokin' with the another's broken I think is hot.

The way she looks left alot
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

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歌詞:

Love, Is your weapon of choice
Love (Love)
Love (Love)
Love, It's your weapon of choice
Your invadin' my heart every time that I hear your voice
And I'm screaming out surrender, but you can't hear me as you rejoice
Your a general shouting orders to your army
The command you are giving is to harm me
Harm me with love
Because that is your weapon of choice

But what was that about last night
What do we have to fight
You conquer my body with your kissing
Your caresses are your ammunition
Every-time you walk into my door
Your extending this war metaphor
Your leave me wounded, lying on the floor
I think I've seen this floor before

Love, that's your weapon of choice
Love (Love)
Love (Love)
Love, that's your weapon of choice

There's a battleship loaded with emotions
Crashing on the samurai ocean
And I'm afraid it is just as I feared
This ocean is made of my tears

Love is the weapon
Love is the weapon,
With which you choose to threaten
Love, Is your weapon of choice

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歌詞:

Pom pom-pom,  pom pom-pom (ping) (repeat)
(A Capella)

Friends sing together
La La La La
Friends do things together
La La La La
Friends laugh together
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Friends make graphs together
La La La La

Friends help you when you're in danger
Friends are people who are not strangers
Friends help you shift into a new place
Tell you if you've got food on you're face

Friends are the ones, on who you can depend
He's my friend, He's not my friend
Friends are the ones who are there at the end
He's my friend, They're not my friends

If you trip over I'll catch you're fall
If you break my dick, I won't break you're balls
If you get drunk and vomit on me
I'll make sure you get home safely

If you cross the road and a drunk struck you
And scrape you up and reconstruct you
I'll cheer you up if you're depressed
If you get murdered I'll avenge you're death

Friends walk together
La La La La
Pop and lock together
(Zzi zzu Zzi Zzu)

Me and him together
La La La La
Me and Jim forever

Friends go jogging at the track
Friends borrow money never pay It back
Friends do not let friends do crack
Friends go out and grab a snack
Friends drink beer in the sun
Unlike girlfriends they don't mind if you have more than one
Friends tell you when you're flys undone

My Uncle John had a special friend
They dressed a like, his name was Ben
I've never seen two friends like them
They we're very very friendly men

La La La La
Friends, Friends, Friends
La La La La
Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends
La La La La
Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends
La La La La
Friends
La La La La

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Lyrics:
Ooohooooh
Its a cold night, beneath the street light, theres a man whose pants are too tight.
Oh no, his pants are too tight.
My pants are too tight.
He stands there, and empty stare, trying to make enough money for his cab fare home.
He'll have to walk home tonight.
Don't have enough for the ride.
The streets are cruel, he tries to act cool, he goes to work with only his one tool.
You can put away your tool, Jemaine.
You don't have to be, a prostitute.
No no no no no
You can say no, to being a man hoe. A male jigalo.
You don't have to be, a prostitute.
No no no no no
You can say no to being a night hooker, boy looker, rest boy, bro, hoe.
He can not see his way out.
I can not see my way out.
He can't see his way out.
Male prostitution seems to be my only option.
He can't see his way out
I cannot see my way out.
He can't see his way out.
No, no, no, no, no.
He sends cheep thrills, to pay expensive bills, but check your resume, you must have some other skills
Do you have any other skills? Like typing?
They see him, want him to please them, want him to play them, but they dont even pay him.
Oh no, they dont think he's woth it at all.
Don't think I know when, he tries to bring them home, maybe that would be a way if he lived alone.
Oh, you have a roommate Jemaine, don't bring them home.
You don't have to be, a prostitute.
No no no no no
You can say no, to being a man hoe. A male jigalo.
You don't have to be, a prostitute.
No no no no no
You can say no to being a night hooker, boy looker, rest boy, bro, hoe.