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The Ark The worrying kind Chanson classée N°18 à l'Eurovision 2007 Mmm... Moves -- I like to make 'em Grooves -- I like to shake 'em Shake 'em from my troublesome mind 'Cause sometimes you'll find That I'm out of my mind You see, baby, I'm the worrying kind Words -- I like to break 'em Words -- I like to shake 'em Shake 'em from my troublesome mind And you turn up your nose It's a joke, you suppose But baby, I'm the worrying kind So if you see me somewhere With that glassy old stare And the panic and fear in my eyes Don't call for first aid or the fire brigade Or the local police, 'cause they won't care I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can Just a mortal with potential of a superman But what sense does it make When I feel like a fake When I'm saying to you all: be good for goodness sake? Yoohoo... aha ooh... Words -- I like to break 'em Words -- I like to shake 'em Shake 'em from my troublesome mind And why? -- Heaven knows, it's a joke, I suppose But baby,...

A big shout out to Lisa who recorded this for me while standing up on the stage where everyone could see her......Thank yhooz Lisa :D This was at the triskel gig on da 30th :D And that buzzing sound thing during da vid isnt the band or my camera its the alarm in the triskel some pushed the bar and woolah da alarm went off .! lol

A quick photo comp of my 94 Toyota Celica after we finished the interior and carbon fiber body kit.

1ere journée du groupe D de l'euro 2008

Another one of those achingly beautiful, heartbreaking songs from Brett

THE VERY FIRST PERFORMANCE ON THAI TV 7.9.08 OF SIAMESE TEASE FROM THE UPCOMNG ALBUM

(Yea) Weed n serve... till I die (ok) (New playaz Circle) As a matter of fact it's gon kill me, BITCH! (Cuz U Aint) (Tell 'em shawty) So Get High(Tell 'em Weezy)... Or Get Low Chorus: If I don't do nuthin imma ball I'm countin all day like the clock on the wall Now go and get cha money little duffle bag boy Say go and get cha money little duffle bag boy (Get Money) I aint never ran from a nigga And I damn sure aint bout to pick today To start runnin look honey I aint never ran from a nigga And I damn sure aint bout to pick today To start runnin look honey (Get Money) 1st Verse: The beats so high The flow is so ice cold Walkin to the gucci store honey I'm home I am on my shit I need a pamper on Toilet paper on the side for example homey I GET MONEY I kno u niggaz aint heard no shit like this And why u wishin on that fallin star I'm in a foreign car Smokin out wit the doors ajar Suede sunroof hangin out the big top You leave the dealership head to the rim shop You niggaz barely...

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ZOMG HAI ROB! I just wanted to make a video... I know I know serious business... PS No I'm not Kingschwill either

Here's another video of Little Elvis JT!