The Fame

Lyric :-

Breaks like glass

But not in your hand

They'll shoot you down

Right where you stand

And it don't care for what you wear

Or which way you might sway

It calls you up

But not on the phone

And they will drag you from your throne

And you may laugh while you sit there

Sipping your champagne

And they all laugh at your despair

Sniffing your cocaine

I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce

And I'm howling at the moon

Is my happening to deafening

For you?

For you?

It's maybe The Fame

It's walked out on your name

It's sees you crying

Never did explain

Am I the name

Blowing through you

Like a hurricane

It's a shame

It's a shame

It's a shame

It will not fall

Not from the sky

And it don't eat no humble pie

And you may have your quiet life

But I bet you don't know why

It makes you a mess

You didn't believe

You still don't know what makes me breathe

And you may laugh while sitting there

Sipping your champagne

And they all laugh at your despair

Sniffing your cocaine

I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce

And I'm howling at the moon

Is this happening to deafening

For you?

For you?

It's maybe The Fame

It's walked out on your name

It's sees you crying

Never did explain

Am I the name

Blowing through you

Like a hurricane

It's a shame

It's a shame

It's a shame

It's maybe The Fame

It's walked out on your name

It's sees you crying

Never did explain

Am I the name

Blowing through you

Like a hurricane

And I've walked out on your name

It sees you cry

Up from the sky

You never did explain

Why I'm still

Blowing through you

Like a hurricane

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Poker Face

Lyric :-

Mum mum mum mah

Mum mum mum mah

I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas please

Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)

Lovegame and intuition play the cards with Spades to start

And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh,

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

[Chorus:]

Can't read my,

Can't read my

No he can't read my poker face

(she's got to love nobody)

Can't read my

Can't read my

No he can't read my poker face

(she's got to love nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be

A little gambling is fun when you're with me I love it)

Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun

And baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun, fun

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh,

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

[Chorus]

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

I won't tell you that I love you

Kiss or hug you

Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin

I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning

Just like a chick in the casino

Take your bank before I pay you out

I promise this, promise this

Check this hand cause I'm marvelous

[Chorus x3]

[x3]

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

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Eh, Eh (Nothing else I can say)

Lyric :-

Cherry cherry

boom boom

GaGa

Boy, we've had a real' good time

And I wish you the best on your way

Eh eh

I didn't mean to hurt you

I never thought we'd fall out of place

Eh eh, hey ey

I had something that I love long

But my friends keep telling me that something's wrong

Then I met someone

And eh, there's nothing else I can say

Eh eh, eh eh

There's nothing else I can say

Eh eh, eh eh

I wish you'd never looked at me that way

Eh eh, eh eh

There's nothing else I can say

Eh eh, eh eh

Not that I don't care about you

Just that things got so compliquées

Eh eh

I met somebody cute and funny

got each other and that's funny

Eh eh, hey ey

I had something that I love long

But my friends keep telling me that something's wrong

Then I met someone

And eh, there's nothing else I can say

Eh eh, eh eh

There's nothing else I can say

Eh eh, eh eh

I wish you'd never looked at me that way

Eh eh, eh eh

There's nothing else I can say

Eh eh, eh eh

(Eh eh, eh eh, eh eh...)

I had something that I love long

But my friends keep telling me that something's wrong

Then I met someone

And eh, there's nothing else I can say

Eh eh, eh eh

Eh eh, eh eh

There's nothing else I can say

Eh eh, eh eh

I wish you'd never looked at me that way

Eh eh, eh eh

There's nothing else I can say

Eh eh, eh eh

I wish you'd never looked at me that way

Eh eh, eh eh

There's nothing else I can say

Eh eh, eh eh

(Cherry cherry, boom boom)

Eh eh, hey ey

Oh yeah

All I can say is eh eh

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Beautiful Dirty Rich

Lyric :-

Beautiful, dirty dirty rich rich dirty dirty

Beautiful dirty rich

Dirty dirty rich dirty dirty rich beautiful

Beautiful and dirty dirty rich rich dirty

We got a red light

Pornographic dance fight

Systematic, honey

But we got no money

Our hair is perfect

While were all getting shit wrecked

It's automatic, honey

But we got no money

Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry yeah

We just like to party, like to p-p-party yeah

Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich

Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich

We live a cute life

Soundfematic, pants tigh-ter than plastic, honey

But we got no money

We do the dance right

We have got it made like

Ice cream topped with honey

But we got no money

Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry yeah

We just like to party, like to p-p-party yeah

Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich

Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich

A bang bang bang, bang bang bang, beautiful, dirty rich

A bang bang bang, bang bang bang, beautiful, dirty rich

Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich

Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich

5x

Bang bang

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Paparazzi

Lyric :-

We are the crowd, we're c-comin' out

Got my flash on, it's true

Need that picture of you

It so magical, we'd be so fantastical

Leather and jeans, garage glamorous

Not sure what it means

But this photo of us it don't have a price

Ready for those flashing light

'Cause you know that baby, I

I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me

Papa, paparazzi

Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be

Your papa, paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind

But I won't stop until that boy is mine

Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me

Papa, paparazzi

I'll be your girl backstage at your show

Velvet ropes and guitars

Yeah, cause you're my rock star in between the sets

Eyeliner and cigarettes

Shadow is burnt, yellow dance and we turn

My lashes are dry, purple teardrops I cry

It don't have a price, loving you is cherry pie

Cause you know that baby, I

I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me

Papa, paparazzi

Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be

Your papa, paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind

But I won't stop until that boy is mine

Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me

Papa, paparazzi

Real good, we dance in the studio

Snap, snap to that shit on the radio

Don't stop for anyone

We're plastic but we still have fun

I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me

Papa, paparazzi

Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be

Your papa, paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind

But I won't stop until that boy is mine

Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me

Papa, paparazzi

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Love Game

Lyric :-

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

I wanna kiss you

But if I do then I might miss you, babe

It's complicated and stupid

Got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid

Guess he wants to play, wants to play

A love game, a love game

Hold me and love me

Just wanna touch you for a minute

Maybe three seconds is enough

For my heart to quit it

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Don't think too much just bust that dick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Let's play a love game, play a love game

Do you want love or you want fame?

Are you in the game? Doin' the love game

Let's play a love game, play a love game

Do you want love or you want fame?

Are you in the game? Doin' the love game

I'm on a mission

And it involves some heavy touching, yeah

You've indicated your interest, I'm educated in sex, yes

And now I want it bad, want it bad

A love game, a love game

Hold me and love me

Just want touch you for a minute

Maybe three seconds is enough

For my heart to quit it

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Don't think too much just bust that dick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Let's play a love game, play a love game

Do you want love or you want fame?

Are you in the game? Doin' the love game

Let's play a love game, play a love game

Do you want love or you want fame?

Are you in the game? Doin' the love game

I can see you staring there from across the block

With a smile on your mouth and your hand on your huh!

The story of us, it always starts the same

With a boy and a girl and a hump and a game

And I came, and I came, and I came, a love game

Let's play a love game, play a love game

Do you want love or you want fame?

Are you in the game? Doin' the love game

Let's play a love game, play a love game

Do you want love or you want fame?

Are you in the game? Doin' the love game

Let's play a love game, play a love game

Do you want love or you want fame?

Are you in the game?

(Let's have some fun, this beat is sick)

Doin' the love game

(I wanna take a ride on your disco stick)

Let's play a love game, play a love game

Do you want love or you want fame?

Are you in the game?

(Don't think too much just bust that dick)

Doin' the love game

(I wanna take a ride on your disco stick)

Doin' the love game

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Just Dance

Lyric :-

RedOne, Konvict

GaGa, oh-oh, eh

I?ve had a little bit too much, much

All of the people start to rush, start to rush by

How does he twist the dance? Can?t find a drink, oh man

Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone

What?s going on on the floor?

I love this record baby but I can?t see straight anymore

Keep it cool, what?s the name of this club?

I can?t remember but it?s alright, a-alright

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm

Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance

Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance

Wish I could shut my playboy mouth, oh oh oh-oh

How?d I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright

Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say

And we?re all getting hosed tonight, oh oh oh-oh

What?s going on on the floor?

I love this record baby but I can?t see straight anymore

Keep it cool, what?s the name of this club?

I can?t remember but it?s alright, a-alright

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm

Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance

Dance, dance, just, j-j-just

When I come through on the dance floor checkin? out that catalog

Can?t believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw

And I ain?t gon? give it up, steady tryin? to pick it up like a car

I?ma hit it, I?ma hit it and flex and do it until tomorr? yeah

Shawty I can see that you got so much energy

The way you?re twirlin? up them hips 'round and 'round

And now there?s no reason at all why you can?t leave here with me

In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down

And dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm

Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm

Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance

Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance

Woo! Let?s go!

Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic

Got my blueprint, it?s symphonic

Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic

Got my blueprint electronic

Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic

Got my blueprint, it?s symphonic

Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic

Got my blueprint electronic

Go! Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle

I got it, just stay close enough to get it

Don?t slow! Drive it, clean it, lights out, bleed it

Spend the lasto

(I got it)

In your pocko

(I got it)

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm

Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm

Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm

Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance

Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance

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Lady Gaga Biography

WHEN LADY GAGA WAS A LITTLE GIRL, SHE WOULD SING ALONG ON HER MINI PLASTIC TAPE RECORDER TO MICHAEL JACKSON AND CYNDI LAUPER HITS AND GET TWIRLED IN THE AIR IN DADDY’S ARMS TO THE SOUNDS OF THE ROLLING STONES AND THE BEATLES. THE PRECOCIOUS CHILD WOULD DANCE AROUND THE TABLE AT FANCY UPPER WEST SIDE RESTAURANTS USING THE BREADSTICKS AS A BATON. AND, SHE WOULD INNOCENTLY GREET A NEW BABYSITTER IN NOTHING BUT HER BIRTHDAY SUIT.

IT’S NO WONDER THAT LITTLE GIRL FROM A GOOD ITALIAN NEW YORK FAMILY, TURNED INTO THE EXHIBITIONIST, MULTI-TALENTED SINGER-SONGWRITER WITH A FLAIR FOR THEATRICS THAT SHE IS TODAY: LADY GAGA.

“I WAS ALWAYS AN ENTERTAINER. I WAS A HAM AS A LITTLE GIRL AND I’M A HAM TODAY,” SAYS LADY GAGA, 23, WHO MADE A NAME FOR HERSELF ON THE LOWER EAST SIDE CLUB SCENE WITH THE INFECTIOUS DANCE-POP PARTY SONG “BEAUTIFUL DIRTY RICH,” AND WILD, THEATRICAL, AND OFTEN TONGUE-IN-CHEEK “SHOCK ART” PERFORMANCES WHERE GAGA – WHO DESIGNS AND MAKES MANY OF HER STAGE OUTFITS -- WOULD STRIP DOWN TO HER HAND-CRAFTED HOT PANTS AND BIKINI TOP, LIGHT CANS OF HAIRSPRAY ON FIRE, AND STRIKE A POSE AS A DISCO BALL LOWERED FROM THE CEILING TO THE ORCHESTRAL SOUNDS OF A CLOCKWORK ORANGE.

“I ALWAYS LOVED ROCK AND POP AND THEATER. WHEN I DISCOVERED QUEEN AND DAVID BOWIE IS WHEN IT REALLY CAME TOGETHER FOR ME AND I REALIZED I COULD DO ALL THREE,” SAYS GAGA, WHO NICKED HER NAME FROM QUEEN’S SONG “RADIO GAGA” AND WHO CITES ROCK STAR GIRLFRIENDS, PEGGY BUNDY, AND DONATELLA VERSACE AS HER FASHION ICONS. “I LOOK AT THOSE ARTISTS AS ICONS IN ART. IT’S NOT JUST ABOUT THE MUSIC. IT’S ABOUT THE PERFORMANCE, THE ATTITUDE, THE LOOK; IT’S EVERYTHING. AND, THAT IS WHERE I LIVE AS AN ARTIST AND THAT IS WHAT I WANT TO ACCOMPLISH.”

THAT GOAL MIGHT SEEM LOFTY, BUT CONSIDER THE ARTIST: GAGA IS THE GIRL WHO AT AGE 4 LEARNED PIANO BY EAR. BY AGE 13, SHE HAD WRITTEN HER FIRST PIANO BALLAD. AT 14, SHE PLAYED OPEN MIKE NIGHTS AT CLUBS SUCH AS NEW YORK’S THE BITTER END BY NIGHT AND WAS TEASED FOR HER QUIRKY, ECCENTRIC STYLE BY HER CONVENT OF THE SACRED HEART SCHOOL (THE MANHATTAN PRIVATE SCHOOL NICKY AND PARIS HILTON ATTENDED) CLASSMATES BY DAY. AT AGE 17, SHE BECAME WAS ONE OF 20 KIDS IN THE WORLD TO GET EARLY ADMISSION TO TISCH SCHOOL OF THE ARTS AT NYU. SIGNED BY HER 20TH BIRTHDAY AND WRITING SONGS FOR OTHER ARTISTS (SUCH AS THE PUSSYCAT DOLLS, AND HAS BEEN ASKED TO WRITE FOR A SERIES OF INTERSCOPE ARTISTS) BEFORE HER DEBUT ALBUM WAS EVEN RELEASED, LADY GAGA HAS EARNED THE RIGHT TO REACH FOR THE SKY.

“MY GOAL AS AN ARTIST IS TO FUNNEL A POP RECORD TO A WORLD IN A VERY INTERESTING WAY,” SAYS GAGA, WHO WROTE ALL OF HER LYRICS, ALL OF HER MELODIES, AND PLAYED MOST OF THE SYNTH WORK ON HER ALBUM, THE FAME(STREAMLINE/KONLIVE/CHERRYTREE/INTERSCOPE). “I ALMOST WANT TO TRICK PEOPLE INTO HANGING WITH SOMETHING THAT IS REALLY COOL WITH A POP SONG. IT’S ALMOST LIKE THE SPOONFUL OF SUGAR AND I’M THE MEDICINE.”

ON THE FAME, IT’S AS IF GAGA TOOK TWO PARTS DANCE-POP, ONE PART ELECTRO-POP, AND ONE PART ROCK WITH A SPLASH OF DISCO AND BURLESQUE AND GENEROUSLY POURED IT INTO THE FIGURATIVE MARTINI GLASSES OF THE WORLD IN AN EFFORT TO GET EVERYONE DRUNK WITH HER FAME. “THE FAME IS ABOUT HOW ANYONE CAN FEEL FAMOUS,” SHE EXPLAINS. “POP CULTURE IS ART. IT DOESN’T MAKE YOU COOL TO HATE POP CULTURE, SO I EMBRACED IT AND YOU HEAR IT ALL OVER THE FAME. BUT, IT’S A SHARABLE FAME. I WANT TO INVITE YOU ALL TO THE PARTY. I WANT PEOPLE TO FEEL A PART OF THIS LIFESTYLE.”

THE CD’S OPENER AND FIRST SINGLE, “JUST DANCE,” GETS THE DANCE FLOOR ROCKING WITH IT’S “FUN, L.A., CELEBRATORY VIBE.” AS FOR THE EQUALLY CATCHY, “BOYS BOYS BOYS,” GAGA DOESN’T MIND WEARING HER INFLUENCES ON HER SLEEVE. “I WANTED TO WRITE THE FEMALE VERSION OF MOTLEY CRUE’S ‘GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS,’ BUT WITH MY OWN TWIST. I WANTED TO WRITE A POP SONG THAT ROCKERS WOULD LIKE.”

“BEAUTIFUL DIRTY RICH” SUMS UP HER TIME OF SELF-DISCOVERY, LIVING IN THE LOWER EAST SIDE AND DABBLING IN DRUGS AND THE PARTY SCENE. “THAT TIME, AND THAT SONG, WAS JUST ME TRYING TO FIGURE THINGS OUT,” SAYS GAGA. “ONCE I GRABBED THE REIGNS OF MY ARTISTRY, I FELL IN LOVE WITH THAT MORE THAN I DID WITH THE PARTY LIFE.” ON FIRST LISTEN, “PAPARAZZI” MIGHT COME OFF AS A LOVE SONG TO CAMERAS, AND IN ALL HONESTLY, GAGA JOKES “ON ONE LEVEL IT IS ABOUT WOOING THE PAPARAZZI AND WANTING FAME. BUT, IT’S NOT TO BE TAKEN COMPLETELY SERIOUSLY. IT’S ABOUT EVERYONE’S OBSESSION WITH THAT IDEA. BUT, IT’S ALSO ABOUT WANTING A GUY TO LOVE YOU AND THE STRUGGLE OF WHETHER YOU CAN HAVE SUCCESS OR LOVE OR BOTH.”

GAGA SHOWS HER PASSION FOR LOVE SONGS ON SUCH SOFTER TRACKS AS THE QUEEN-INFLUENCED “BROWN EYES” AND THE SWEET KISS-OFF BREAK-UP SONG “NOTHING I CAN SAY (EH EH).” “‘BROWN EYES’ IS THE MOST VULNERABLE SONG ON THE ALBUM,” SHE EXPLAINS. “‘EH EH’ IS MY SIMPLE POP SONG ABOUT FINDING SOMEONE NEW AND BREAKING UP WITH THE OLD BOYFRIEND.”

FOR THE NEW TOUR FOR THIS ALBUM, FANS WILL BE TREATED TO A MORE POLISHED VERSION OF WHAT THEY SAW (AND LOVED) AT HER CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED LOLLAPALOOZA SHOW IN AUGUST 2007 AND WINTER MUSIC CONFERENCE PERFORMANCE IN MARCH 2008. “THIS NEW SHOW IS THE COUTURE VERSION OF MY HANDMADE DOWNTOWN PERFORMANCE OF THE PAST FEW YEARS. IT’S MORE FINE-TUNED, BUT SOME OF MY FAVORITE ELEMENTS TO MY PAST SHOWS – THE DISCO BALLS, HOT PANTS, SEQUIN, AND STILETTOS – WILL STILL BE THERE. JUST MORE FIERCE AND MORE OF A CONCEPTUAL SHOW WITH A VISION FOR POP PERFORMANCE ART.”

IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE A NEW POP ARTIST HAS MADE HER WAY IN THE MUSIC INDUSTRY THE OLD-FASHIONED/GRASS ROOTS WAY BY PAYING HER DUES WITH SEEDY CLUB GIGS AND SELF-PROMOTION. THIS IS ONE RISING POP STAR WHO HASN’T BEEN PLUCKED FROM A MODEL CASTING CALL, BORN INTO A FAMOUS FAMILY, WON A REALITY TV SINGING CONTEST, OR EMERGED FROM A TEEN CABLE TV SITCOM. “I DID THIS THE WAY YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO. I PLAYED EVERY CLUB IN NEW YORK CITY AND I BOMBED IN EVERY CLUB AND THEN KILLED IT IN EVERY CLUB AND I FOUND MYSELF AS AN ARTIST. I LEARNED HOW TO SURVIVE AS AN ARTIST, GET REAL, AND HOW TO FAIL AND THEN FIGURE OUT WHO I WAS AS SINGER AND PERFORMER. AND, I WORKED HARD.”

GAGA ADDS WITH A WINK IN HER EYE, “AND, NOW, I’M JUST TRYING TO CHANGE THE WORLD ONE SEQUIN AT A TIME.”

Source : http://www.ladygaga.com

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