You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) .......... Dope

Monologue 1 .......... John Cale

Something In The Air (American Psycho remix) .......... David Bowie

Watching Me Fall (Underdog remix) .......... The Cure

True Faith .......... New Order

Monologue 2 .......... John Cale

Trouble .......... Daniel Ash

Paid In Full (Coldcut remix) .......... Eric B. & Rakim

Who Feelin' It (Philip's Psycho mix) .......... Tom Tom Club

Monologue 3 .......... John Cale

What's On Your Mind .......... Information Society (Pure Energy mix)

Pump Up The Volume .......... M/A/R/R/S

Paid In Full .......... The Racket (remix)

If I, I get to know your name
Well if I, could trace your private number, baby
All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your loving arms
I want some,want some

I set my sights on you(and no one else will do)

And I, I've got to have my way now, baby
All I know is that to me
You look like you're having fun
Open up your loving arms
Watch,out here I come

You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round

You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round

I got to be your friend now, baby
And I would like to move in a little bit closer

All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your loving arms
Watch out, here I come

(Music byJohn Cale)
Thanks to Julia James for submitting the lyrics

I live in the American Gardens building on West 81st street.
My name is Patrick Bateman. I'm 27 years old.
I believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine.
In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches.
I can do a thousand now.

Music by David Bowie and Reeves Gabrels
Lyrics by David Bowie

Your coat and hat are gone
I really can't look at your little empty shelf
A ragged teddy bear
It feels like we never had a chance
Don't look me in the eye

We lay in each other's arms
But the room is just an empty space
I guess we lived it out
Something in the air
We smile too fast
Then can't think of a thing to say

Lived with the best times
Left with the worst
Danced with you too long
Nothing left to save

Let's take what we can
I know you'll hold your head up high
We've raged for the last time
A place of no return

And there's something in the air
Something in my eye
I've danced with you too long
Yeah
Something in the air
Something in my eye

Abracadoo, I lose you
We can't avoid the clash, the big mistake
Now we're going to pay and pay
The sentence of our lives
Can't believe I'm asking you to go

We used what we could
To get the things we want
But we lost each other on the way
I guess you know I never wanted anyone more than you

Lived all our best times
Left with the worst
I've danced with you too long
Say what you will
There's something in the air

Raged for the last time
But I know you'll hold your head up high
There's nothing we have to say
There's nothing in our eyes

But there's something in the air
Something in my eye
I danced with you too long
There's something I have to say
There's something in the air
Something in my eye

I've danced with you too long
Danced with you too long
Danced with you too long
And there's something in the air
Something in the air

Yeah, I've been watching me fall for it seems like years
Watching me grow small, I watch me disappear
Slipping out my ordinary world, out my ordinary eyes
Yeah, slipping out the ordinary me into someone else's life
Into someone else's life ...

There's a thin white cold new moon and the snow is coming down
And the neon bright Tokyo lights flicker through the crowd
I've been drifting around for hours and I'm lost and I'm tired
When a whisper in my ear insatiable breathes
"Why don't you follow me inside? ..."

Yeah the room is small, the room is bright
Her hair is black, the bed is white
And the night is always young
Is always young ... always young
The night is always young ...

Yeah I've been seeing them strip to the bone in the mirror on the wall
Seeing her swallow him whole like it's not me at all
She holds out her hands and I follow her down to my knees
And the sucking inside insatiable smiles
"You will forget yourself in me ..."

Yeah, the room is small, the room is bright
Her eyes are black, the bed is white
And the night is always young
And the night goes on and on
And the night is always young
And the night is never over and over and over and over and over ...

And then it's gone
And then it's gone
Yeah, then it's gone ...

Yeah, it's a cruel mean cold new day and outside the snow is still coming down
And in the blood red tokyo bed I watch me coming round
And she pulled him down for hours
Deeper than I've ever been
And as I fall in the mirror on the wall
I'm watching me scream
I'm watching me scream
I'm watching me scream

I'm watching me scream

Yeah, I've been watching me go for it must be years
Watching me get slow, I watch me disappear
And one day, yeah I know, I won't come back at all ...
And always over and over in his ordinary eyes
I'm watching me fall
I'm watching me fall
I'm watching me fall

I'm watching me fall

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don't care 'cause I'm not there
And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again I've taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

When I was a very small boy,
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we've grown up together
They're afraid of what they see
That's the price that we all pay
And the value of destiny comes to nothing
I can't tell you where we're going
I guess there was just no way of knowing
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
The chances are we've gone too far
You took my time and you took my money
Now I fear you've left me standing
In a world that's so demanding
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

(Music By John Cale)
Thanks to Julia James for submitting the lyrics

There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of obstruction, but there is no real me.
Only an entity, something illusory.
And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

Thanks to Julia James for submitting the lyrics

Some girls got worries
so disconnect me
mind and soul tormented
there so disconnected
but my kind of trouble is you
but my kind of trouble is you

Some boys got trouble
it's money they need
other's got nothing to live for
but I'm so free
How well they know heartache
They're so disillusioned

but my kind of trouble is you
but my kind of trouble is you

My black angle deaths come
it's singing for me

[Eric B]: Yo Rakim, what's up?
[Rakim]: Yo, I'm doing the knowledge, E., I'm trying to get paid in full
[E]: Well, check this out, since Nobry Walters is our agency, right?
[R]: True
[E]: Kara Lewis is our agent
[R]: Word up
[E]: Zakia/4th & Broadway is our record company
[R]: Indeed
[E]: Okay, so who we rollin with?
[R]: We rollin with Rush
[E]: Of Rushtown Management. Check this out, since we talking over
this def beat that I put together, I wanna hear some of them
def rhymes, know what I'm sayin? And together, we can get
paid in full...

[Rakim]
Thinkin of a master plan
Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny
Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money
But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous
I feel great! so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin this
Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money it's still a wish
Cos I don't like to dream about gettin paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
To now test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full

(words and music by T. Weymouth & C. Frantz)

Who feels it, knows it
Who loves it, shows it
Who feels it, loves it
Who knows it, shows it

Wicky-wicky, here comes my genius
Killin' me wicked with his stylus
Slap it on the turntable, DJ
Won't you play for me Marvin Gaye?
Invisibl Skratch (n) Piklz
Beastie Boys, thrills and tickles
Beat Junkies, make it funky, please
Fela Kuti is no Zombi!
Scratch it up, here comes my genius
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious
Nasty licks, they are serious
"The Message," delirious!
Do Boy's a genius chameleon
Afrika Bambaataa holds dominion!
Fugees on the scene like a Felini dream
Salvation's here a la Al Green!

Who feels it, knows it
Who loves it, shows it
Who feels it, loves it
Who knows it, shows it

Do you wanna get jiggy with a genius?
Hardest workin' man in the business
Shufflin' grooves from the underground
Nobody move, must be James Brown!
Wu Tang, mix it up sinuous
Big Baby Jesus is a genius
My Manu D'Bango
Rockin' the mic like Chango!

Ya, ya, wo, wo, wo. . .

Sticky-sticky finger on a fader
A-slippin-and-a-slidin with the Raida
Here is transportation to heaven
Props to the chops of the X-men!
Wally Badarou is a genius
DJ Babu, spontaneous
Bernie Worrell, a visionary
Play for me Lee Perry

Tra la la la la! Tra la la la la!
Pass the Peas to the JBs!
Whatcha gonna do with a broken heart?
Sip Cristal, burn up the chart
Whatcha gonna do when they put you down?
Move to the tip, groove underground
Whatcha gonna do when you miss your mark?
Chill out, choose a brand new start
How does it feel to be back on top?
It's good, un-huh, and you don't stop!

Who feels it, knows it
Who loves it, shows it
Who feels it, loves it
Who knows it, shows it
Who feels it, knows it
Who loves it, shows it
Who feels it, loves it
Who knows it, shows it

Oops! Yo' mama!
Ya, ya, wo, wo, wo. . .
No one can sing quite like Otis Redding!
Whatcha gonna do with a broken heart?
Sip Cristal, burn up the chart!
Whatcha gonna do when they put you down?
Move to the tip, groove underground!
Whatcha gonna do when you miss your mark?
Chill out, choose a brand new start!
How does it feel to be back on top?
It's good, un-huh, and you don't stop!
Ya, ya, wo, wo, wo. . .

Who feels it, knows it
Who loves it, shows it
Who feels it, loves it
Who knows it, shows it
Who feels it, knows it
Who loves it, shows it
Who feels it, loves it
Who knows it, shows it

(Music by MJ Mynarski)
Thanks to Julia James for submitting the lyrics

I have all the characteristics of human beings, flesh, blood, skin, hair...
But not a single clear, identifiable emotion.
Except of greed and disgust.
Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why...
My Nightly bloodlust has overflowed into my days.
I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy.
I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

I wanna know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I wanna know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on you mind.

Here i am in silence,
Looking round without a clue.
I find myself along again.
All alone with you.
I can see behind your eyes,
The things that i don't know.
If you hide away from me,
How can our love grow?

I wanna know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I wanna know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.

I know I could break you down,
But what good would it do?
I could surely never know
That what you say is true.
Here i am in silence,
It's a game i have to play.
You and i in silence.
With nothing else to say.

I wanna know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I wanna know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.

I wanna know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I wanna know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.

I wanna know
What you'er thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I wanna know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.

pump up the volume
pump up the volume

pump up the volume
pump up the volume

brothers and sisters
pump up the volume
we're gonna need you

brothers and sisters
pump up the volume
pump that baby

brothers and sisters
pump up the volume
we're gonna need you

brothers and sisters
pump up the volume
pump pump it ay

rock the house
rock the house

ah yea
ah yea

do it
do it do it

yea yea
yea yea

boogie down bo bo boogie down
boogie down

here we go, c'mon

do it
do it
do it

pump up the volume
pump up the volume
pump up the volume
dance dance

rythmic, systemic and world control
magnetic, genetic, dement your soul
rythmic, systemic and world control
magnetic, genetic, dement your soul
rythmic, systemic and world control
magnetic, genetic, dement your soul
rythmic, systemic and world control
magnetic, genetic, dement your soul

put the needle on the record
put the needle on the record
put the needle on the record
put the needle on the record
put the needle on the record
when the song beats go like this

pump up the volume
pump up the volume
pump up the volume
dance dance

mars
needs
women

mars
needs
women

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