Michael Jackson

At 7:55 a.m., an Usher at the glass doors outside Staples Center in Los Angeles had a message for the thousands already gathering for the day's public memorial for Michael Jackson. "We are aware of your sorrow!" he announced in deep, affectionate tones. "We are aware of your pain! And we are aware of your joy!"

The man in the purple polo áo sơ mi then instructed ticket-holders how to line up, and that những người hâm mộ would have to leave their hoa and other "gifts" on a bàn outside the arena, all while insisting that "it is our pleasure, it is our privilege to welcome bạn ..." It was a moment of genuine...

There's something
I have to say to you
If bạn promise you'll
understand
I cannot contain myself
When in your presence
I'm so humble
Just touch me
Don't hide our love
Woman to man

She's just a lover
Who makes me high
It's worth the giving
It's worth the try
You cannot cleave it
Or put it in the furnace
You cannot wet it
You cannot burn it

She wants to give it
(She wants to give it)
(Aahh, she wants to
give it)
Dare me
(She wants to give it)
(Aahh, she wants to give it)
She wants to give it

(She wants to give it)
(Aahh, she wants to give it)
Yea
(She wants to give it)
(Aahh, she wants to give it)

It's just a feeling
You have...

In this world there's much confusion
And I've tasted the city life and it's not for me
Now I do dream of distant places
Where I don't know, but it's destiny


If it's the rich life, I don't want it
Happiness ain't always material things


I want destiny
It's the place for me
Give me the simple life
I'm getting away from here
Let me be free, let me be me


I'm a man that's for all seasons
What the city offers me ain't naturally
I look to greet the stars
But there's no stars to see
Gonna tìm kiếm this world until I find my destiny


If it's the rich life, I don't want it
Happiness ain't always material things
I want destiny...

(Naku penda piya-naku taka piya-mpenziwe)
(I tình yêu bạn too-I want bạn too-my love)

Liberian girl . . .
You came and bạn changed my world
A tình yêu so brand new
Liberian girl . . .
You came and bạn changed me girl
A feeling so true
Liberian girl
You know that bạn came
And bạn changed my world,
Just like in the movies,
With two những người đang yêu in a scene
And she says . . .
"Do bạn tình yêu me"
And he says so endlessly . . .
"I tình yêu you, Liberian girl"

(Naku penda piya-naku taka piya-mpenziwe)
(I tình yêu bạn too-I want bạn too-my love)

Liberian girl . . .
More precious than any pearl
Your tình yêu so complete
Liberian girl . . .
You Kiss me...

Michael Jackson has a simple instruction for his personal make-up artist Karen Faye when she prepares him for his appearance on stage. ''Hurt me, hurt me.'' he tells her.
For Jackson, whose latest album BAD has sold millions worldwide, wants to look so good for his những người hâm mộ that his image in a mirror must be so fantastic that is almost hurts.
Karen said: ''It's one of his yêu thích phrases - he says it all the time. When he wants something to be brilliant, he says, 'HURT ME'.
''Whenever it is a new dance routine, a photographic session hoặc other people's make-up he says,
'Make it look great, Hurt...