Любовь MJ

Somebody shakes when the wind blows
Somebody's missing a friend, hold on
Somebody's lacking a hero
And they have not a clue
When it's all gonna begin again
Stories buried and untold
Someone is hiding the truth, hold on
When will this mystery unfold
And will the sun ever shine
In the blind man's eyes when he cries?

Chorus:
You can change the world
(I can't do it by myself)
You can touch the sky
(Gonna take somebody's help)
You're the chosen one
(I'm gonna need some kind of sign)
If we all cry at the same time tonight

People laugh when they're feeling sad
Someone is taking a life, hold on
Respect...

Ain't the pictures enough, why do Ты go through so much
To get the story Ты need, so Ты can bury me
You've got the people confused, Ты tell the stories Ты choose
You try to get me to lose the man I really am
You keep on stalking me, invading my privacy
Won't Ты just let me be
'Cause your cameras can't control, the minds of those who know
That you'll even sell your soul just to get a story sold

Chorus
I need my privacy, I need my privacy
So paparazzi, get away from me

Some of Ты still wonder why, one of my Друзья had to die
To get a message across, that yet Ты haven't heard
My friend...

I gave her money
I gave her time
I gave her everything
Inside one сердце could find
I gave her passion
My very soul
I gave her promises
And secrets so untold

And she promised me forever
And a день we'd live as one
We made our vows
We'd live a life anew
And she promised me in secret
That she'd Любовь me for all time
It's a promise so untrue
Tell me what will I do

And it doesn't seem to matter
And it doesn't seem right
'Cause the will has brought
No fortune
Still I cry alone at night
Don't Ты judge of my composure
'Cause I'm lying to myself
And the reason why she left me
Did she find in someone else

(Who is it)
It is a friend...

We pray for our fathers, pray for our mothers
Wishing our families well
We sing songs for the wishing, of those who are Поцелуи
But not for the missing...

Chorus
So this one's for all the Остаться в живых children
This one's for all the Остаться в живых children
This one's for all the Остаться в живых children, wishing them well
And wishing them Главная

When Ты sit there addressing, counting your blessings
Biding your time
When Ты lay me down sleeping and my сердце is weeping
Because I'm keeping a place

Chorus
For all the Остаться в живых children
This is for all the Остаться в живых children
This one's for all the Остаться в живых children, wishing them well
And...

This time around
I'll never get bit
Though Ты really wanna fix me
This time around
you're making me sick
Though Ты really wanna get me

Somebody's out
Somebody's out to get me
They really wanna fix me, hit me
But this time around
I'm taking no shit
Though Ты really
wanna get me
You really wanna get me

He really thought
he really had a hold on me
He really thought he really had
They thought they really had control of me
He really thought he really had Control of me
He really thought he really had
They thought they really could control me

This time around
I'll never get bit
Though Ты really...

Girl, close your eyes
Let that rhythm get into you
Don't try to fight it
There ain't nothin' that Ты can do
Relax your mind
Lay back and groove with mine
You got to feel that heat
And we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love

I wanna rock with Ты (all night)
Dance Ты into день (sunlight)
I wanna rock with Ты (all night)
We're gonna rock the night away

Out on the floor
There ain't nobody there but us
Girl, when Ты dance
There's a magic that must be love
Just take it slow
'Cause we got so far to go
When Ты feel that heat
And we're gonna ride the boogie
Share that beat of love

I wanna rock with Ты (all night)...

At 7:55 a.m., an Ашер at the glass doors outside Staples Center in Los Angeles had a message for the thousands already gathering for the day's public memorial for Michael Jackson. "We are aware of your sorrow!" he announced in deep, affectionate tones. "We are aware of your pain! And we are aware of your joy!"

The man in the purple polo рубашка then instructed ticket-holders how to line up, and that Фаны would have to leave their Цветы and other "gifts" on a таблица outside the arena, all while insisting that "it is our pleasure, it is our privilege to welcome Ты ..." It was a moment of genuine...

There's something
I have to say to you
If Ты promise you'll
understand
I cannot contain myself
When in your presence
I'm so humble
Just touch me
Don't hide our love
Woman to man

She's just a lover
Who makes me high
It's worth the giving
It's worth the try
You cannot cleave it
Or put it in the furnace
You cannot wet it
You cannot burn it

She wants to give it
(She wants to give it)
(Aahh, she wants to
give it)
Dare me
(She wants to give it)
(Aahh, she wants to give it)
She wants to give it

(She wants to give it)
(Aahh, she wants to give it)
Yea
(She wants to give it)
(Aahh, she wants to give it)

It's just a feeling
You have...

In this world there's much confusion
And I've tasted the city life and it's not for me
Now I do dream of distant places
Where I don't know, but it's destiny


If it's the rich life, I don't want it
Happiness ain't always material things


I want destiny
It's the place for me
Give me the simple life
I'm getting away from here
Let me be free, let me be me


I'm a man that's for all seasons
What the city offers me ain't naturally
I look to greet the stars
But there's no stars to see
Gonna Поиск this world until I find my destiny


If it's the rich life, I don't want it
Happiness ain't always material things
I want destiny...

Michael Jackson has a simple instruction for his personal make-up artist Karen Faye when she prepares him for his appearance on stage. ''Hurt me, hurt me.'' he tells her.
For Jackson, whose latest album BAD has sold millions worldwide, wants to look so good for his Фаны that his image in a mirror must be so fantastic that is almost hurts.
Karen said: ''It's one of his Избранное phrases - he says it all the time. When he wants something to be brilliant, he says, 'HURT ME'.
''Whenever it is a new dance routine, a photographic session или other people's make-up he says,
'Make it look great, Hurt...