Theophilus Jamal

I'd like to meet:

Music:

Hey Mr DJ Put a record on I wanna dance with my baby Do you like to Boogie-Woogie Do you like to Boogie-Woogie Do you like to Boogie-Woogie Do you like my Acid Rock?Hey Mr. DJ Put a record on I wanna dance with my baby And when the music starts I never wanna stop It’s gonna drive me crazyMusic...music...music...music...music....music...Music makes the people come together (Never gonna stop) Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel (Never gonna stop)Don’t think of yesterday And I don’t look at the clock I like to boogie-woogie It’s like riding on the wind and it never goes away Touches everything I’m in Got to have it everydayMusic makes the people come together, yeah (Never gonna stop) Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel (Never gonna stop)Hey Mr. DJ Never wanna stopDo you like to Boogie-Woogie Do you like to Boogie-Woogie Do you like to Boogie-Woogie Do you like my Acid Rock?Hey Mr. DJ Put a record on I wanna dance with my baby And when the music starts I never wanna stop It’s gonna drive me crazyMusic makes the people come together, yeah (Never gonna stop) Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel (Never gonna stop)Do you like to Boogie-Woogie Do you like to Boogie-Woogie Do you like to Boogie-Woogie Do you like my Acid Rock?

Movies:

Green light, Seven Eleven You stop in for a pack of cigarettes You don't smoke, don't even want to Hey now, check your change Dressed up like a car crash Your wheels are turning but you're upside down You say when he hits you, you don't mind Because when he hurts you, you feel alive Oh no, is that what it is?Red lights, grey morning You stumble out of a hole in the ground A vampire or a victim It depends on who's around You used to stay in to watch the adverts You could lip synch to the talk showsAnd if you look, you look through me And if you talk, you talk at me And when I touch you, you don't feel a thingIf I could stay... then the night would give you up Stay, and the day would keep its trust Stay, and the night would be enoughFaraway, so close Up with the static and the radio With satellite television You can go anywhere Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast, and BerlinAnd if you listen I can't call And if you jump, you just might fall And if you shout I'll only hear youIf I could stay... then the night would give you up. Stay then the day would keep its trust Stay with the demons you drowned Stay with the spirit I found Stay and the night would be enoughThree o'clock in the morning It' quiet and there's no one around Just the bang and the clatter As an angel runs to ground Just the bang and the clatter As an angel hits the ground

Television:

Take a bow Pack on powder Wash 'em out with buzzing lights Pay an audience to care 'Impress me' personalityStill and transfixed The electric sheep are dreaming of your face Enjoy you from the chemical Comfort of AmericaCome one, come all Into nineteen-eightyfour Yeah, three, two, one... Lights! camera! transaction!Quick, Your time is almost up Make 'em forget that they're the moth Edging in towards the flame Burn into obscurityStill and transfixed The electric sheep but dreaming up your fate We judge you from the card castle Comfort of AmericaCome one, come all Into nineteen-eightyfour Yeah, three, two, one... Lights! camera! transaction!Your foundation is canyoning Fault lines should be worn with pride I hate to say it But you're so much more You're so much more endearing with the sound turned off

Heroes:

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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.