Memories of Motown

To celebrate the 50th Anniversary of the founding of Motown Records, the Estrel Berlin has opened a delightful show which offers a walk down Motown memory lane. My Sweet No and I were lucky enough to be invited to the premiere of this entertaining stage show celebrating the best Motown hits from the 60’s and 70’s.

It really was a lovely event bringing out much of Berlin’s entertainment “royalty”. Before the show there was a mixer with buffet. Our little group kept pointing out famous folks and politicians… hmmm, I have to admit that I recognized only one of them, Roberto Blanco, who seems to be on every musical show produced by German TV. I found a video report by tVB (in German only, sorry) which shows some of the mixer. It was a bit hard to get around to the food with all of the cameras stuck in people’s faces. Don’t you worry, that didn’t stop ME!

Normally the Estrel has a “Stars in Concert” approach with lookalikes recreating the look and sound of big stars such as Tina Turner, (oh my gosh, that reminds me that we’ll be seeing the ORIGINAL in just a few weeks… I can barely breathe!) Sting, Louis Armstrong, Rod Stewart, Boy George, Elvis, Cher, Whitney, Joe Cocker, and many more. We get free tickets once in a while, so we take in the show occasionally for a little cheezy Las Vegas feel.

But for this special event, producer Bernhard Kurz brought to Berlin some REAL Motown stars such as The Contours (“Do You Love Me – Now That I Can Dance”) and The Miracles, who originally recorded with Smokey Robinson (“You Really Got a Hold On Me” / “Shop Around” / “The Tracks of My Tears”). For the premiere night only the special guest was Martha Reeves of Martha Reeves and the Vandellas, (“Heat Wave” / “Jimmy Mack” / “Dancin’ in the Streets”).

Martha is still shaking it on the stage, let me tell ya. She’s aged (hell, haven’t we all), but our table decided that she must be around 70 by now… and if I think of my mother at 70 in comparison to this pro getting up there and doing her thing… well, there is no competition.

It was interesting to see the German audience’s lack of response to music which quite simply makes me want to dance. There I am clapping and tapping and shaking in my chair as those around me (including No) are simply staring at the stage… HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN? When the artists invite the audience to clap or sing along, the people just sit there calmly as though making any noise would be disrespectful. This is one thing which I find completely different between the American and German audiences.

Martha even made mention of this in her performance. She was giving the intro to “Jimmy Mack” and was asking the audience to “do something unusual for German audiences” and help her get him to come back by clapping and making lots of noise as well as singing out for Jimmy. Um… no. I would assume that many in the audience simply didn’t know the song. Also it is quite possible they didn’t understand her… but then it is quite hard to not understand someone standing on stage frantically making the motions of clapping.

Right up alongside those famous performers were a talented group of lookalikes which rounded out the night by bringing many other famous songs from Berry Gordy’s Motown; Diana Ross, Marvin Gaye and Jackie Wilson.

On the night of the premiere we were treated to Motown’s PR man, Al Abrams, who gave on stage insights into the beginnings of the important recording company. Also onhand was William “Mickey” Stevenson who headed the A&R Department (artists and repertoire). They had some really funny stories to tell about the formative years of a company that opened previously locked doors for black performers.

All in all it was a fun night. Sweet No even recognized some of the songs, although there were many in our group who felt a bit left out because they really didn’t know most of the music being played. There is simply an age difference… anyone under 40 is at a disadvantage. Of course there is also the geographical problem. Europe just didn’t get to hear a lot of the music we Americans are much more exposed to. But it was universally agreed that even without the recognition, the music was quite enjoyable.

The Estrel put on a good show and did a nice job on the buffet. The white wine was a good quality and the mixed drinks weren’t watered down. It was interesting to see them trying to do American food. May I say that it was funny to see two different items made with sweet potatoes (not a normal occurance on a German buffet), and their rendition of roast beef was quite lovely.

If you are a fan of Motown and happen to be in Berlin before the 1st of February, I highly recommend this show!

On a side note: I have a strange affliction with writing the word “Motown”. For some strange reason when I type the word itself, I always want to write it “Mowtown”…. what is that about? Do other people have this problem? What part of the brain is this? Why this disconnect? What other words cause such troubles for people?

A different take on Take On Me

I’m showing my age here… Yes, I am a child of the 80’s. But most of us in this special “age bracket” called Generation X remember fondly when MTV showed MUSIC VIDEOS… yes, believe it or not!

Gen Ex’ers who cultivated their musical taste during the video age probably also look back with a gleam in their eyes when considering videos which seemed absolutely avant garde during “our” time.

Some of these videos were so innovative that the first time we saw them, there was a collective “WOW” by gape-mouthed kids all across North America sitting transfixed in front of their non-remote TV’s.

There were many, but “Money for Nothing” by Dire Straits, “Sledgehammer” by Peter Gabriel, and “Rock It” by Herbie Hancock were just a few of mine. (Ahem… we should not have to mention Thriller by the Gloved One. And hey, did anyone else really get the subtext when Michael tells the girl, “I’m not like other guys… no, I mean I’m different”. heh heh heh)

Of course “Take On Me” by a-Ha was shot in a new technique which really fascinated not only me, but many others as well.

BUT someone has Karaoke’d this video/song with the literal translation of what is happening in the video! Toooooooo Cuuuuuute! I love it!
“I’m gonna kick some ass with my own pipe wrench”
I giggled for two minutes!

Did you watch it? No?
OK then… you’re gonna miss out!

I remember seeing the original video and thinking that one part reminded me very much of William Hurt’s freaky scene in “Altered States” (the familiar section starts at 1:02 in this clip – in the a-Ha video it starts at 3:48).

This changing of the lyrics is the kind of crap I would think of while watching these videos. I had a LOT of fun with Janet Jackson’s “What Have You Done For Me Lately“.

I wonder if other people have as much fun as I do with song lyrics?
There are whole songs that I can’t remember the original lyrics. They’ve been replaced in my memory by improvised verse.

Let’s do the Time Warp AGAIN… LIVE!

OK, OK! So I heartily admit that through my senior year in high school and years afterward I was one of the screaming minions in the weekly habit of standing in front of a movie screen chanting “Lips, lips, we want lips”.

Rocky Horror Picture Show was an eye-opening experience for this young dyke… and I loved it! All around were people very much like me who didn’t really fit into society’s idea of normal… and they didn’t care, just like me! We had a great band of players and costumers who dedicated hours to “getting it right” and just having fun doing it.

There were pre-movie toasts to the uninitiated “VIRGINS”, and in our theatre we had a guy who would do “Spiderman on Acid” before the show. (Basically he would run from one side of the theatre to the other as fast as he could and try to jump on the opposite wall… always landing with a splat and then falling to the floor while scraping his fingernails.) Oh well, we were a diverse group.

The “Rocky Horror Picture show,” starring Tim Curry, Susan Sarandon, Barry Bostwick and Meatloaf, has grossed $140 million in domestic box office over the years, mostly from the pockets of youthful audience members who have shown up for midnight screenings over the past three decades.

When I first started attending the audience “par-tis-i-pation” experience, the theatre allowed us to throw toast, rice, toilet paper and newspapers at will as long as we cleaned it up before leaving. Unfortunately a management change caused some problems in my senior year. They didn’t like the idea of the show and almost canceled it. After much negotiation they continued to play it but with the proviso that we wouldn’t do things like throw stuff or use water guns. Dammit.

On the weekend of my senior prom I had rented a tux complete with purple cummerbund and bow tie of course… so why not use it the second night to go to Rocky! After my graduation a group of my “outside of school” friends gave me a party to celebrate, complete with cap and gown, right before the showing of Rocky. One of my favorite things to do after the show was to fill the back end of my truck with friends and go skinny-dipping at a lake in Towanda, Kansas of all places. My gosh, I wonder why we never got caught.

When I made a new friend, I took them to Rocky to try to figure out if they were “cool” or not. One co-worker actually freaked out and never really talked with me again… ok, she was uncool. I didn’t care if they preferred not to memorize long lists of script and sub-text script… I just wanted to see if they were open-minded enough to not freak when seeing a man in heels, corset, and torn up fishnets singing about giving yourself over to absolute pleasure.

Not long after moving to Berlin in 2005 I began to see posters advertising the LIVE Rocky Horror Show. OMG! I HAD to be there! I told N. and her parents that I would like to see it and soon it was a family affair. M&FIL bought us tickets (thanks folks) and the day approached when we would get to see Frank n Furter and crew.

When we arrived at the venue I was a bit disappointed, no one had dressed up. Oh well. I had brought some toilet paper and a water gun just in case my fellow audience members decided to par-tis-i-pate as others have done around the world for decades. Much to my delight, as each person walked into the seating area they received a special “packet”! It had TP, a water gun (whoops, no water… what?) a few pages of Bild, and a firecracker “popper” thing which would explode with bits of paper at the appropriate party moment. All of this came with an information sheet which explained when to use the items… COOL!

I was completely blown away when I discovered that our seats were in the BACK ROW! Um… OK, so being far away from the action is one thing, but in Rocky Horror Picture Show there is a call-back shout during the song “Science Fiction Double Feature”. (“Where’s the best place to fuck?” “In the back row…” “FUCK THE BACK ROW!!”) In over 200 viewings of RH, I NEVER sat in the back row… it just wasn’t done!

Although my Parents in Law are pretty cool, I’m afraid they might not have passed my high school coolness qualification. They remained quiet and reserved throughout the show, something I’ve since learned is very much a German trait. They only joined in the clapping with the music when the rest of the crowd was in hysterics. When I handed him the toilet paper to throw, FIL threw the entire roll instead of holding onto the trailing end… and of course it hit an unsuspecting guy in the back of the head. Well, at least there was no trail leading back to FIL.

But then it was within months of their only daughter not only coming out as gay, but also marrying that crazy American. Long story, they didn’t know ANYTHING until about five days before our wedding date. This was after six years of “friendship”. They were treating me very nicely by buying us tickets to this wild show, and they even managed to have large smiles on their face at the pause. Maybe they had already passed the “cool test” eh?

My Sweet N. has let me know that she is simply not excited about seeing Rocky live on stage again… but of course I’m ready to go buy tickets today. Would anyone else like to go with me?

Don’t dream it, be it.

The Neo-maxie-zoom-dweebies at MTV have decided to remake the Rocky Horror Picture Show. It simply seems like an act of stupidity. The first one sucked as far as the movie experience goes… why on earth would you try to remake it?… Money I suppose.

Stop the Remake of The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Music Monday – I Kissed a Girl

Gosh, I can’t get away from this “I Kissed a Girl” song. (video below) It seems as though every time I am within earshot of a radio, I am inundated with the lyrics,
“It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don’t mean I’m in love tonight”.
Besides the incorrect English, I have a bit of trouble with the song… but more of that later.

I congratulate the producers for coming up with a completely catchy, throbbing beat to go with the slightly scandalous chick-on-chick lyrics. Unfortunately the singer’s voice has been over-dubbed so much that it is hard to get a feel for the true sound of her voice. In the end it all mixes together, just becoming one driving noise. I really don’t like producers who are raising the levels of the current songs artificially high so the music will still sound good on MP3 players and of course you can’t forget the horrid brats who walk the streets playing what passes for music through their tinny mobile phones.

The music video producers (see it below as long as the record company doesn’t realize that it is on You Tube with a misspelled name) also should have a little luv… they managed to create some kind of Moulin Rouge thing which really worked for the song. Slightly sexual, without being too much… and they also managed to have the entire thing WITHOUT a girl on girl kiss, ensuring that VH1 would still play it. Of course they also end the video showing her waking up in bed beside her presumed boyfriend, as though waking up from a dream… so it wasn’t real after all… oh well.

The singer Katy Perry had been previously trying to break into the Contemporary Christian music scene, towing the family line I suppose. It seems that Mom is some kind of preacher. Hmm… Something tells me that Mom isn’t too happy these days, eh?

Personally I’m rather torn. The fact that such a song can get so much airplay is interesting to me. Twenty years ago George Michael was getting shit for “I Want Your Sex”… if his lyrics had been explicitly to men, it would never have gotten radio play, let alone the constant MTV attention. But Miss Perry has a song that shows a willingness for bisexual experimentation, and it is on the HOT 100 and Top 40 in the States, and is on the charts in many countries around the world. Wow.

At the same time the lyrics (found below too… hey, everything is down there, eh?) work my last gay nerve with the “I’m gonna act all sexy with my girlfriend to get attention from the boys” mentality which drives me up a wall. Of course we haven’t even begun to discuss how she would probably still be trying to sell songs about Jesus if she hadn’t come up with a little diddy about a supposed walk on the wild side. To add insult to injury she has another song coming out named “Ur So Gay” which panders to the stereotype that a straight man with qualities like a gay man is decidedly not cool, but girls kissing girls is soooo hot. spare me.

An interesting happenstance is that this goofy song has spawned even goofier parodies, “I Kissed A Pig“, “I Kissed A Boy“, and a slightly disturbing, butt-smelling “I Kissed a Dog“. “You bark, I obey…”

Alrighty then… here is the video for the song followed by the lyrics, followed by a genuinely cute song/video by Jill Sobule of the same name. Now THAT’s cute!!

Katy Perry – “I Kissed a Girl” lyrics

This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, drink in hand
Lost my discretion
It’s not what, I’m used to
Just wanna try you on
I’m curious for you
Caught my attention

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don’t mean I’m in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

No, I don’t even know your name
It doesn’t matter
Your my experimental game
Just human nature
It’s not what, good girls do
Not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don’t mean I’m in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

Us girls we are so magical
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable
Hard to resist so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain’t no big deal, it’s innocent

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don’t mean I’m in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

My Boomerang Won’t Come Back


When I was a young pup my mother would bring me music. It was always out of the blue and never after a request from me. Her choices were interesting and varied. After she went to see the play, I got the soundtrack for “Fiddler on the Roof”, and once for Halloween I got K-Tel’s “Monster Mash”. But the LP that probably got the most play in my 5-10 years was K-Tel’s “Looney Tunes”.

Yes, the ubiquitous “As Seen on TV” K-Tel (Wiki), the company famous for putting together LP’s with the best music they could license… well, after cutting the songs down that is. Any song longer than 3 minutes suddenly fell under the “To ensure the best quality reproduction, the running times of some of the tracks, as originally released, have been changed” situation.

But that didn’t matter to me! Just like every other kid who can listen to or watch some sort of media about 100 times in rapid succession without tiring of it, I had that thing on automatic replay. It had songs like “Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah” (Wiki / You Tube) and “They’re Coming to Take Me Away” (Wiki / YouTube) which made me laugh like a crazy person. To me “The Streak” (Wiki / You Tube) was scandalous, and “Tiptoe Thu the Tulips” (Wiki / You Tube) was probably my first exposure to a man doing something inherently gay.

In many ways I’m sure these songs defined my life, “Transfusion” (You Tube) gave me life lessons about driving too fast although it hasn’t stopped me, “Rubber Duckie” (Wiki / You Tube) taught me how to take a bath, and “Shaving Cream” (You Tube) taught me how to avoid saying a bad word in mixed company and come up with a new one that makes no sense.

But the one that is on an endless loop in my head is “My Boomerang Won’t Come Back” (You Tube). All of this started just a few months ago when we were visiting a HUGE American-styled sports store in France named Decathlon. OMG! They had a selection of boomerangs… and I took the opportunity to buy one… AN X-Fly!

Periodically throughout our drive back home I would be reminded of the boomerang lying in wait in the back of the car and be inspired to break out in song, “My Boomerang Won’t Come Back!”.

After about the fifth outbreak, N. cocked her head to the side and fell right into my trap, “Your boomerang won’t come back”?

In answer, I burst into song:
My boomerang won’t come back,
My boomerang won’t come back,
I’ve waved the thing all over the place,
Practiced till I was black in the face,
I’m a big disgrace to the Aborigine race,
My boomerang won’t come back.

Wow… I am such a kid!
Although N. looked at me like like I was crazy I think she’s become accustomed to my occasional outbursts.

This is a video made by an Aussie in honor of the song.
Lyrics below the rest of the text.

Finally this last Sunday the timing was right.
I’d done my research on the web (because that’s the way I roll), it looks easy. I should be able to do this, right? um… no.

We were at the Britzer Garten, in the early morning, giving me the first of the requirements – a large outdoor location without people around – which I assume is as much for their safety as it is my ego. The second requirement in the instructions was for there to be no wind, and the last was for me to have all of these elements come together when I actually had the time to be outside!

The sun was just peeking over the trees, the dew was heavy on the grass, the air clean cool and fresh… ah, what else could one want? Hmm… maybe for the boomerang to come BACK! Yup, I threw it all over the place, I tried every possible configuration, just to watch it sail up into the air, do a flip flop and eventually land 30 yards away from me. Oh I would stand in wait for it… expectedly looking for it to sail right back into my hands like it does in the videos… but NO. Sometimes it would get a good spin on it and start back towards me, but it would lose momentum before making it the whole way back. I have decided to believe that the loss of momentum is because the thing was simply wet! Yes, the dew was having an effect on my cute little boomerang! It wasn’t an execution flaw, it was a Mother Nature flaw. NO WONDER IT WOULDN’T COME BACK!

After a few attempts I pulled out the instructions to see if I was doing it right. (yup, I’m that kid… I actually read the instructions… well, at least AFTER my first attempts aren’t working) After reading and working through five sentences I was supposed to be able to throw it and have it come back at me. Then I got down to the last sentence which states, “If the attempt is unsuccessful, go back and read the instructions”. Lovely. Oh well. As we walked back to the car N. asked me if I was going to keep it to try it again or if I was going to throw it away completely… No hesitation here, I said that I would keep it and try again. I mean, how else can I connect with my inner kid and have a reason for endlessly singing the chorus of the silly song?

Performer: Charlie Drake – 1961
Title: My boomerang won’t come back
Lyrics

(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)

In the bad backlands of Australia
Many years ago,
The aborigine tribes were meeting,
Having a big pow-wow.

(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)

‘We got a lot of trouble, Chief,
On account of your son Mack.’
‘My boy Mack? Why, what’s wrong with him?’
DRAKE: My boomerang won’t come back.
‘Your boomerang won’t come back?’

DRAKE: My boomerang won’t come back,
My boomerang won’t come back,
I’ve waved the thing all over the place,
Practised till I was black in the face,
I’m a big disgrace to the Aborigine race,
My boomerang won’t come back.

DRAKE: I can ride a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
Make kinkajou stew (yeah yeah)
But I’m a big disgrace to the Aborigine race,
My boomerang won’t come back.

They banished him from the tribe then
And sent him on his way,
He had a backless boomerang
So here he could not stay.

(Animal noises)

DRAKE: [Spoken] This is nice, innit? Getting banished at my time of
life. What a way to spend an evening: sitting on a rock in the middle
of the desert with me boomerang in me hand. I shall very likely get
bushwhacked.

(An animal roars; Drake shrieks back.)

DRAKE: Get out of it! You nasty bushwhacking animal. Think I’ll make
a nice cup of tea. (Doi-ng, doi-ng, doi-ng…) Good gracious! There goes
a kangaroo. I must have a practice with me boomerang: hit him right
behind the left earhole. Now then, slowly back.

Gruff voice: If you throw that thing at me, I’ll jump right on your
head. (It chuckles like Popeye and bounces away.)

DRAKE: Innit marvellous? Got a land full of kangaroos and I had to
pick that one.

For three long months he sat there
Or maybe it was four,
Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin
Came a-knocking at his door.

‘Well, I’m the local witch doctor, son,
They call me George Alfred Black.
Now tell me, what’s your trouble, boy?’
DRAKE: My boomerang won’t come back.
‘Your boomerang won’t come back?’

DRAKE: My boomerang won’t come back,
My boomerang won’t come back,
I’ve waved the thing all over the place,
Practiced till I was black in the face,
I’m a big disgrace to the Aborigine race,
My boomerang won’t come back.

‘Don’t worry, boy, I know the trick,
And to you I’m gonna show it.
If you want your boomerang to come back,
Well first you’ve got to… throw it.’

DRAKE: Ooh, yes! Never thought of that. Daddy will be pleased. Must
have a go, nyuh-huh! Excuse me. Now then, slowly back… and throw.

(Boomerang whizzes away; Sounds of a plane approaching and then
falling from the sky.)

DRAKE: Ooh my God! I’ve hit the flying doctor. Eee-hee-hee! Can you
do first aid?
Witch Doctor: Don’t talk to me about first aid, boy, you owe me
fourteen chickens, you know, when I learned you to throw the
boomerang, you know, first things first.
DRAKE: Yes, I know that, but I mean, I think on this occasion, you
know, you could be a bit more perspective………..

Musical Monday – P!nk "So What"

Dear P!nk,
Darling it has been a long time since your last CD. As you may know, I have a bit of a thing for you. I’ve been to the 2007 Berlin concert, as a VIP even, and hey, I love the way ya give baby Bush hell.

I know you’ve been working on something. Of course I expect it to be littered with text reflecting your troubled relationship (Oh geeze, I can’t even remember who… some race car driver I think).

I seems the first single was actually “leaked” before it was planned to come out. Perhaps it makes sense for your music company to “leak” these things themselves thus creating more buzz and maybe causing more people to get excited about the impending CD release.

Supposedly the single wasn’t going to come out until 18 August with the CD coming out sometime in late October. Seriously… do they WANT people to head to the torrent websites to illegally download songs? I mean, there is no way that I will buy a “maxi CD” with only one or two songs on it. And if I really want a song, I will probably not wait two months for the CD. Yup, the single will be mine by illegal means long before the CD even comes out. Something tells me that I’m not alone in this.

The song.
Hey girl, I like your attitude.
It is an after-breakup song where the main theme is “So What, I’m still a rock star!”. This shows that the best way to lick ones wounds is to thumb your nose at the offending person.

Prepare for the hooky chorus. You might be chanting it all day long, beware.
So so what?
I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t need you
And guess what
I’m having more fun
And now that we’re done
I’m gonna show you tonight

Musically it is what we’ve come to expect from Pink; driving beat reminiscent of some kind of stomping fit, hard-edge electric guitars with scream effects, and multi-layer track recording where Pink does her own back up vocals.

Enjoy the video, it seems to be the precursor to the real thing with pictures of the making of the official video. Don’t miss the lyrics down below.

I wonder what the deal is with riding a lawn mower down the Sunset Strip?
Does it have something to do with her ex being a race car driver?

P!nk “So What” Lyrics

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na

I guess i just lost my husband
I don’t know where he went
So i’m gonna drink my money
I’m not gonna pay his rent (Nope)
I got a brand new attitude
And i’m gonna wear it tonight
I wanna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
I wanna start a fight
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
I wanna start a fight

So so what?
I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t need you
And guess what
I’m having more fun
And now that we’re done
I’m gonna show you tonight
I’m alright, I’m just fine
And you’re a tool
So so what?
I am a rockstar
I got my rock moves
And i don’t want you tonight

Uh, check my flow, uh

The waiter just checked my table
And gave to Jessica Simp- Shit!
I guess i’ll go sit with Tom boy
At least he’ll know how to hit
What if this song’s on the radio
Then somebody’s gonna die
I’m gonna get in trouble
My ex will start a fight

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
He’s gonna start a fight
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
We’re all gonna get in a fight!

So so what?
I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t need you
And guess what
I’m having more fun
And now that we’re done
I’m gonna show you tonight
I’m alright, I’m just fine
And you’re a tool
So so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t want you tonight

You weren’t fair
You never were
You weren’t all
But thats not fair
I gave you life
I gave my all
You weren’t there
You let me fall

So so what?
I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t need you
And guess what
I’m having more fun
And now that we’re done (we’re done)
I’m gonna show you tonight
I’m alright(I’m alright),I’m just fine (I’m just fine)
And you’re a tool
So so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t want you tonight

No No, No No
I Don’t want you tonight
You weren’t fair
I’m gonna show you tonight
I’m alright, I’m just fine
And you’re a tool
So so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And i don’t want you tonight

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