Under Pressure David Bowie, Freddie Mercury and Queen
Mmm num ba de Dum bum ba be Doo buh dum ba beh beh
Pressure pushing down on me Pressing down on you, no man ask for Under pressure that burns a building down Splits a family in two Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be Um ba ba be De day da Ee day da- that's okay
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about Watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out!" Pray tomorrow gets me higher Pressure on people, people on streets
Day day de mm hm Da da da ba ba Okay Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor These are the days it never rains but it pours Ee do ba be Ee da ba ba ba Um bo bo Be lap People on streets Ee da de da de People on streets Ee da de da de da de da
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about Watching some good friends screaming, 'Let me out' Pray tomorrow gets me higher, high Pressure on people, people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man Sat on a fence but it don't work Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn Why, why, why? Love, love, love, love, love Insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance? Why can't we give love that one more chance? Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?
Because love's such an old-fashioned word And love dares you to care for The people on the (People on streets) edge of the night And love (People on streets) dares you to change our way of Caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves under pressure Under pressure Under pressure Pressure
See these eyes so green I can stare for a thousand years Colder than the moon It's been so long And I've been putting out fire With gasoline
See these eyes so red Red like jungle burning bright Those who feel me near Pull the blinds and change their minds It's been so long
Still this pulsing night A plague I call a heartbeat Just be still with me Well you wouldn't believe what I've been through You've been so long Well it's been so long And I've been putting out the fire With gasoline Putting out the fire With gasoline
See these tears so blue An ageless heart That can never mend These tears can never dry A judgement made Can never bend See these eyes so green I can stare for a thousand years Just be still with me You wouldn't believe what I've been through
You've been so long Well, it's been so long And I've been putting out the fire With gasoline Putting out fire with gasoline
I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing, will drive them away We can beat them, just for one day We can be heroes, just for one day
And you, you can be mean And I, I'll drink all the time 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact Yes we're lovers, and that is that
Though nothing, will keep us together We could steal time, just for one day We can be heroes, forever and ever What d'you say?
I, I wish you could swim Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together We can beat them, forever and ever Oh we can be heroes, just for one day
I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing, will drive them away We can be heroes, just for one day We can be us, just for one day
I, I can remember (I remember) Standing, by the wall (by the wall) And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads) And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)
And the shame, was on the other side Oh we can beat them, forever and ever Then we could be heroes, just for one day We can be heroes We can be heroes We can be heroes, just for one day We can be heroes
We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer, just for one day Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day
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Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94bdMSCdw20 So they paved paradise And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel A boutique And a swinging night spot. Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone They paved paradise Put up a parking lot.
They took all the trees Put 'em in a tree museum And they charged all the people An arm and a leg just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone They paved paradise Put up a parking lot.
Hey farmer Put away your DDT Give me spots on my apples But leave me the birds and bees Please Don't it always seem to go You don't know what you got 'til it's gone They paved paradise And they put up a parking lot.
Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi come and took away my old man. Don't it always seem to go You don't know what you got 'til it's gone They paved paradise Put up a parking lot.
The greatest sin is to be unconscious. ~ Carl Jung
We may not choose the parameters of our destiny. But we give it its content. ~ Dag Hammarskjold 'Waymarks'
Whoaaa! Another day (adabadee, nigga) I take your pain away Some people talk about ya like they know all about ya When you get down they doubt ya And when you tip it on the scene, yeah they talkin' bout it Cause they can't tip on the scene They just talk about it, t-t-t-talk bout it When you get elevated They love it or they hate it You dance up on them haters Keep getting funky on the scene While they jumpin' round ya They trying to take all of your dreams But you can't allow it Cause baby whether you're high or low Whether you're high or low You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) T-t-t-tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Baby, baby, baby, whether you're high or low (high or low) Baby whether you're high or low (high or low) You got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Now let me see you do the tightrope (tip, tip on it) And I'm still tippin' on it See I'm not walkin' on it Or tryin to run around it This ain't no acrobatics You either follow or you lead, yeah I'm talkin' bout ya Keep on blaming the machine, yeah I'm talkin' bout it T-t-t-talkin' bout it I can't complain about it I gotta keep my balance And just keep dancin on it We gettin funky on the scene Yeah you know about it Like a star on the screen Watch me tip all on it Then baby whether I'm high or low (high or low) Baby whether you're high or low (high or low) You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Yeah, tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Baby, baby, baby Whether you're high or low (high or low) Baby whether you're high or low (high or low) Tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Baby let me see you tight rope (tip, tip on it) And I'm still tippin' on it You gotta keep your balance Or you fall into the gap It's a challenge but I manage Cause I'm cautious with the strap Do damage to your cabbage that A doctor cannot patch Why you don't want no friction Like the back of a matchbook Daddy Fat Sax will fold you And your MacBook Close shows, shut you down Before we go-go backwards Act up, and whether we high or low We gonna get back-up Like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ Sorta like a thong in an ass crack Come on I tip on alligators and little rattlesnakers But I'm another flavor Something like a terminator Ain't no equivocating I fight for what I believe Why you talkin' 'bout it J-j-just talkin' 'bout it Some callin' me a sinner Some callin' me a winner I'm callin' you to dinner And you know exactly what I mean Yeah I'm talkin bout you You can rock or you can leave Watch me tip without you N-n-now whether I'm high or low (High or low) Whether I'm high or low (High or low) I'm gonna tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) Mmm (Tip, tip on it) Baby, baby, baby Whether I'm high or low (High or low) High or low (High or low) I got to tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) Now baby tip on the tightrope You can't get too high (You can't get too high) I said you can't get too low (We can't get too low) Cause you get too high (You can't get too high) No, you'll surely be low (No, you'll surely be low) 1, 2, 3, ho! Yeah, yeah Now shut up, yeah Yeah, now put some voodoo on it Ladies and gentlemen, the funkiest horn section in Metropolis Yeah, oh We call that classy brass Ohh ohh Oh! Do you mind? If I play the ukulele Just like a little lady Do you mind? If I play the ukulele Just like a little lady
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.