jan 312011
 

Monday is here. Here is the Monday song. This happy hippy song title is Toe Jam, it is played by The Bpa, an English band who invited  David Byrne & Dizzee Rascal who gave their voice to the song. The music video uses the Censor bar in a way that is surpringly pleasant for a censor bar, though, I’d like to have a look under it.

C’est lundi, et jamais un clip de musique ne vous donnera autant de frustration. Le morceau s’appelle Toe Jam, il est interprété par The BPA (The Brighton Port Authority)  un groupe anglais qui a invité David Byrne et Dizzee Rascal a chanté sur leur morceau. Non seulement, le morceau est vraiment bien, mais en plus le clip est une petite merveille qui s’amuse de la censure. A voir absolument si vous ne l’avez pas déjà fait. Bon lundi.

  • Lyrics of / paroles de : Toe Jam, by The Bpa Feat. David Byrne & Dizzee Rascal
I was asked in New York City, “Do you like my clothes?”
I’m talking to my tape recorder, walking down the road
but on Friday night, I’m, purified that my feet don’t touch the floor
when the rubber meets the road, in between my toes

Everyday is fucking perfect, it’s a paradise
watch my life like its a movie, have to watch it twice
a boy looks at a girl, and a girl looks like a pony
she gallops all day long, in between my toes
and every night, she’s purified, she don’t do that dance no more
when the rubber meets the road, in between my toes

I’m skankin, on the dance floor, I’m drunk off that Hennessey
i ain’t sober, i dont mix with coca cola, or solder
But rap now up i’m a roller, i take a look over my shoulder
And i see this sexy thing, i think its time to walk my way over
so i shuffle on my heals, and bounce on my toes
I’m crazy and she knows, still it’s all good i suppose
Still she dare gon’ play, she backed it up
So i got behind her, and i lapped it up
Then we danced all night, until the sun came out
then i took her to my yard then i wrapped it up

A member of the ju ju nation
down in New Orleans
you don’t need an application
if you move your feet

explode
if you poke it
exposed
on the floor
it grows
if you soak it
it rolls
out the door

now it’s summer time, every night, now my feet don’t touch the floor
she don’t do that dance no more, in between my toes
him and you, you and I, I don’t do that dance no more
when the rubber meets the road, in between my toes

the lady starts to sing, but she ain’t no disco dancer
she learned to shake her thing, in between my toes

explode
if you poke it
exposed
on the floor
it grows
if you soak it
it rolls
out the door

explode
if you poke it
exposed
on the floor
it grows
if you soak it
it rolls
out the door

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