Svetlana infiltraited not only Michael's house, but also his thoughts & dreams. He dreamt of her again later that night. He as running down an empty road, trying to escape from something as he looked over his shoulder constantly. Michael's coração pounded as his pace quickened. He turned to look back once mais but upon turning back around, he stopped dead in his tracks. There she was, her gun pointed straight at him. One shot fired. One single scream, & Michael awoke wide-eyed & shaking. She was everywhere; there was no escaping her. Poor Michael was so conflicted. He feared Svetlana,...
“Now, do you want me to leave?” Kyle, Mason and Casey shook their head ‘no’, but Mayor Sneddon still wanted him out. “Yes…YES! Leave now!” He let it all out. "LEAVE, YOU FREAK OF NATURE!" The Maestro quietly agrees. “Fine. I’ll go.” The gang didn’t want him to leave, but he starts to violently pounds his stomach hardly, showing signs of pain por groaning and moaning. The gang shockingly witness his own death. Then he jumps and his feet begins to crumples. Then his hands and the rest body crumples to the ground begins to crumple mais and mais and into dust and...
She closed her eyes as though to try and stop it all. As though to ease away all the pain. Her back hurt from lying in cama all dia and her whole body ached from the medicines being shot through her veins. She looked out the window pane with sad eyes as the people who saw her could notice the unbearable pain she was going through. She was in so much pain almost dia and night. She prayed that she would recover and slowly but surely, her prayers were almost coming through. Ellie had survived the cut… the pain… the misery of it all. She was slowly healing.
Michael arrived back at Neverland, running around in procurar of Doug. He finally found him roaming around the zoo. "Hey Mike!!" Doug called out happily. Michael fumed. "Don't you oi Mike me!! I know whats up. And I know who you are. You killed three women!! And Baylaa!!" He screamed. Doug's face changed. "Oh, so you know who I am eh?? Well, you don't know everything.." Doug stood his ground and started speaking in a foreign language. Suddenly a black vortex like image started forming. It started floating around, heading towards Michael. Michael watched, horrified of what might happen. "I will not fail!!...
Girl, Close Your Eyes Let That Rhythm Get Into You Don't Try To Fight It There Ain't Nothin' That You Can Do Relax Your Mind Lay Back And Groove With Mine You Got To Feel That Heat And We Can Ride The Boogie Share That Beat Of Love
[Chorus] I Wanna Rock With You (All Night) Dance You Into dia (Sunlight) I Wanna Rock With You (All Night) We're Gonna Rock The Night Away
[2nd Verse] Out On The Floor There Ain't Nobody There But Us Girl, When You Dance There's A Magic That Must Be Love Just Take It Slow 'Cause We Got So Far To Go When You Feel That Heat And We're Gonna Ride The Boogie Share That Beat Of Love
"People have called me a jazz musician, but that's ludicrous. I have yet to figure out what a jazz musician is."
Shuffling pop, soul, hip-hop, jazz, classical, African and Brazilian música into unique and extraordinary fusions, Quincy Jones has also been dubbed "a master inventor of musical hybrids." The list of additional titles he has garnered includes: stage performer, composer, arranger, conductor, instrumentalist, actor, record producer, motion picture and televisão producer, record company executive, magazine publisher and social activist. His remarkable versatility is paralleled only...
Ow As he came into the window Was the sound of a crescendo He came into her apartment He left the bloodstains on the carpet She ran underneath the table He could see she was unable So she ran into the bedroom She was struck down, it was her doom
Annie are you ok So, Annie are you ok Are you ok, Annie Annie are you ok So, Annie are you ok Are you ok, Annie Annie are you ok So, Annie are you ok Are you ok, Annie Annie are you ok So, Annie are you ok Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok Will you tell us, that you’re ok There’s a sign in the window That a struck you - a crescendo Annie He came into your apartment Left...
feb,13 today is prince 1st brithday. daddy went upstairs to get him, was already downstairs with omar. when prince came downstairs with daddy we yelled happy brithday prince. daddy omar and me helped prince open his gifts. then we went int the dinning room to have cake. prince had a circus themed party with a clown cake. daddy held prince and omar held me and we sang happy brithday to prince. i helped prince blow out the candles. daddy gave prince the 1st peice of cake. omar whispered princes name and pretended to put his plate of cake on his head. prince really put his cake on his head. daddy...
[Michael:] You and I must make a pact. We must bring salvation back. Where there is love, I'll be there. [The Jackson 5:] I'll be there.
[Michael:] I'll reach out my hand to you. I'll have faith in all you do. Just call my name and I'll be there. [The Jackson 5:] I'll be there.
[Jermaine:] And, ohhhhh, I'll be there to comfort you. Build my world of dreams around you. I'm so glad that I found you. I'll be there with a amor that's strong. I'll be your strength, I'll keep holdin' on.
[The Jackson 5:] Holdin' on, holdin' on, holdin' on.
I thought she had to have it Since the first time she came Who knows the situation Mysteries remain And now I wonder why I breakdown when I cry Is it something I said Or is it just a lie (Is it just a lie)
I try so hard to amor you Some things take Time and shame I think the whole world Of you Your thoughts of me remain I'll play the fool for you I'll change the rules for you Just say it and I'll do Just make this thing Come true (Make this dream come true)
If I let her get away Though I'm begging On my knees I'll be crying everyday Knowing the girl That got away
I can't let I can't let her get away I can't let I can't...
LOS ANGELES – In his final days, Michael Jackson was robust and active. Or dangerously thin and frail. Begging for access to powerful prescription drugs. Or showing no signs of ever having used them.
It depends on who's talking.
A dizzying collection of puzzle pieces about Jackson's health and habits has come to light since his death on June 25. With as much as a mês before a toxicology denunciar determines the cause, mais are sure to emerge.
Each is likely to fuel further speculation. None is sure to produce a satisfying conclusion.
Some who knew him even seem to contradict themselves.