Lollapalooza Musica Festival 2009 - August 9, 2009 Performance

I hear your cuore beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that te came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

[Beat break]

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

Young hearts, out our minds
Running 'til we outta time
Wild child's lookin' good
Living hard just like we should
Don't care whose watching when we tearing it up (You Know)
That magic that we got nobody can touch (For sure)

Looking for some trouble...

My first baciare went a little like this
-kiss-
And twist
-kiss kiss-
And twist

(Ke$ha)
Well my first baciare went a little like this
-kiss-
And twist
-kiss kiss-
And twist

I detto no più teachers
And no più books
I got a baciare under the bleachers
Hoping that nobody looks
Lips like licorice
Tongue like candy
Excuse me miss but can I get te out your panties?

In the back of the car
On the way to the bar
I got te on my lips
(I got te on my lips)
At the foot of the stairs
With my fingers in your hair
Baby this is it

(Chorus)
She won't ever get enough
Once she gets a little touch
If I had it my way
You know that I'd make her say...

RE-EXAMINING THE GUILTY PLEASURE, VIA KESHA...
AUGUST 19, 2011



Village Voice:


In general conversation, the guilty pleasure is a simple enough concept: it describes something te might like but, well, feel guilty about liking, presumably because it isn’t otherwise up to your standards of taste. Over the past ten o so years, with pop critics taking traditional guilty-pleasure strongholds like teenpop and Southern rap più seriously, the concept itself was put to closer scrutiny. To summarize a decade of articles, blog posts and message board debates, the term “guilty pleasure” was revealed...

Backstabber (repeat 3x)

Bored, stoned, sitting in your basement
All alone, cause your little conversations
got around, now look at what we all found out
(look at what we, look at what we all found out)

You have got a set of loose lips, twisting stories
All because you're jealous
Now I know exactly what you're all about,
And this is what you're all about..

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Oh girl, you're such a shit talker
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Run your mouth più than everyone I've ever known
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

(Talk Talk Talk talk...

So uncensored

Verse 1:
I'm a walking contradiction
My missions is my addiction
It turns me on, oh
Every days a re-invention
Fake enough and misconception
Prove I'm wrong

I get caught
The adrenalin rush
Get off
I'm not just givin up

Chours:
Filtered uncurd
Yeah I'm so uncensored
Oh-oh oh-oh oh
I'm right on target
Just left the center
Oh-oh oh-oh oh oh

Verse 2:
What's the point of boundaries
Who makes the rules (yeah I do)
Yeah who?
I brake them all
My scares are deep from memories
But I don't let them get to me
I just sposta on

I say (I say)
Whatever comes to my mind I do (I do)
What feels good at the time

Chours:
Filtered...

I'm just not
Myself today
I've been thinking
Way too hard
My cigarrette
Burns down so fast
Is nothing permanent?
I've been trying
To figure out
Your Amore is like
What it's about

Why my foot is
Always in my mouth?
If nothing permanent?

I'm freaking out
I'm feeling stuck
I tell myself
To lighten up

Only Styrofoam
Lasts forever
Only Styrofoam
Only Styrofoam
Only Styrofoam
Lasts forever
Only Styrofoam

Yeah
Even you
And I can't keep
Staying up all night
We need some sleep
It's nothing personal
Nothing personal
Just nothings permanent

My hair colour
My preferito band
The Rolling Stones
The tattoo
Thank god
I didn't get
That night
I swore...

I always knew te were a bad boy
I used to think that it was cool
You took me down just like a Rob Roy
But now I'm coming successivo to you

Run, devil, run, run, devil, run, run
Run, devil, devil, run, run

I never knew about your red horns
I never saw your evil start
You used to be what I would live for
But then te went and slapped my heart

The promises that te promised
are about as real as an air guitar
So watch your back 'coz imma steal your car

Chorus:
You better run, run, run, run, run
Cause there's gonna be some hell to pay
You better run, run, run, run, run
And that's the only thing I'm gonna say, hey
I wish...

Verse 1:

Ya can't take your eyes off me, oh
Better get your hands off me, I know
You find me irresistible but hey
Keep it under control
I see te offering me again an agian
Your, wicked obvious the way your starrin'
You, got me wondering what it is?
What could it be?
Makes me so captivating

My sexy hair
My volpe femmina, vixen eyes
No, I really think it's my

Chours:

Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-my
Red lipstick!

Say te Amore me in my
Red lipstick
You wanna touch me in my
Red lipstick
Can't ignore me in my
Red lipstick
Works like magic

Red lipstick
Can't ignore me in my
Red lipstick
I'm the duchess in my
Red lipstick
Got cha beggin boy agian
When I...

my best friend sarah went to Europa for the summer
my brother got kicked out of school; aw, bummer.
julian got laid in the back sede, sedile of a hummer and got arrested.... like
mel gibson.

i read in the trades that the NYSNC boy is....
no way!

i threw up in paris hiltons closet
i got drunk and totally lose it
when i woke up, the first thing that i thought of was "oh MY kesha,
those hot jimmy choos. ciao paris, did i lose it on that pair too?"

celebutons work in the glamarazzi
should've told my story to the tabloids, took the money
takes alot to get kicked out of these parties
and almost get arrested..... like...

Whaa?
Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba

Verse 1:
All of the gold
Have melted an turn ta stone
That cha shine to see
All that we've made is just a anno down the drain
Such a waste (such a waste)
Clearly

Wait a minute
I can see what's going on
Wait a minute
A chance to free oh

Chours:
The problem is there's nothing here
But a one way, to our last day
I fly right through an over you
On my tear stain (on my tear stain)
Paper Airplane

Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba (paper airplane)

Verse 2:
The secondo ta see
Has left me in disbelief
It was all (it was all) about you
Your just so caught up
Boy te aint met enough always,
Playin'...

te can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself (x2)

Wait up last friday night
The party looked alright
Just as I stepped on in
I saw te look at him
Oh hell no, excuse me, what?
Must be jokin' around
Best leave your pumps at home
I'm ready to throw down

[Chorus]
You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself
I'm feelin' feisty, alrightFriday night cagna fight

I saw te da the pool
Rubbin' up on his leg
Tell him he's lookin' fine
Even though te know he's mine
So then I walk over
You act like nothin's up'Oh hey, are te with him?'
You know that, te dirty slut

[Chorus]
You can go to hell, girl
You better watch...

My cuore goes at the speed of light
But the exit signs always on my mind, always in my sight.
I can say that I really want to stay,
But the devil inside always wins the fight, always gets his way.

Jump out the window gotta get out on the highway,
Think things have getting too attached I need an escape.
I'm seeing stars and there is nothing più that I hate, baby.

There is something that I gotta say.
It's disgusting, how I Amore you.
God, I hate me. I could kill you.
Cause your messing up my name.
Gotta walk my talk my fame, but I just want to touch your face.
It's disgusting.
It's disgusting, how te changed...

I am in love,
With what we are,
Not what we should be.
And I am,
I am starstruck.
With every part,
Of this whole story.
So if it's just tonight,
The animal inside,
Let it live and die.
Like it's the end of time,
Like everything inside,
Let it live and die.
This is our last chance,
Give me your hands.
'Cause our world is spinning at the speed of light.
The night is fading, cuore is racing.
Now just come and Amore me like we're gonna die.
Oh.
I'm not asleep, I'm up for the fight
Into the magic.
And I don't, want the concrete.
I am alive.
Comes with the tragic.
So if it's just tonight,
The animal...

Backstabber (repeat 3x)

Bored, stoned, sitting in your basement
All alone, cause your little conversations
got around, now look at what we all found out
(look at what we, look at what we all found out)

You have got a set of loose lips, twisting stories
All because you're jealous
Now I know exactly what you're all about,
And this is what you're all about..

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Oh girl, you're such a shit talker
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

Girl, your such a backstabber,
Run your mouth più than everyone I've ever known
And everybody knows it (everybody knows it)

(Talk Talk Talk talk...

Listen to yourself you're a hot mess
St-t-tutter through your words breaking a sweat
What's it gonna take to confess
We both know

Yeah I was outta town last weekend
You were feeling like a pimp around your lame friends
Now your little party's gonna end
So here we go

Woah, te got a secret
Woah, te couldn't keep it
Woah, somebody leaked it
And now some shit's about to go down

I never thought that te would be the one
Acting like a slut when I was gone
Maybe te shouldn't, oh-oh
Kiss and tell

You really should have kept it in your pants
I'm hearing dirty stories from your friends
Maybe te shouldn't, oh-oh
Kiss...

Here we go,
welcome to my funeral
without te i don't even have a pulse
all alone it's dark and cold
with every sposta i die

here I go
this is my confession oh
a Lost cause nobody can save my soul
i am so delusional with
every sposta i die

I have destroyed our life
it gone, payback is sick
it all my fault

I'm dancing
with tears in my eyes
Just fighting
To get through the night
I'm losing it
(Losing it)
(Losing it)

With every sposta I die
I'm faded
I'm broken inside
I've wasted the Amore of my life
I'm losing it
(Losing it)
(Losing it)

With every sposta I die
So when did I?
become such a hypocrite
double life,
lies that te caught...

Even the stars and the moon
Don't shine quite like we do
Dreamers searchin' for the truth
Go on, read about us in the news
Pretty reckless, pretty wild
Talking shit and we'll just smile
Don't te see these fuckin' crowns?
If te know what I mean, te on the team

This is a hymn for the hymnless, kids with no religion
Yeah, we keep on sinning, yeah, we keep on singing
Flying down the highway, backseat of the Hyundai
Pull it to the front, let it run, we don't valet
Sorry if you're starstruck, blame it on the stardust
I know that I'm perfect, even though I'm fucked up
Hymn for the hymnless, don't need no forgiveness...