I am speechless about the idea of putting music fans in jail for downloading music. It is wrong to illegally download, but the answer cannot be jail. We should look to new technologies like Apple's new Music Store for solutions. It is the fans that drive the success of the music business.
10 December 2010
it's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart you try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it you start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes, you're paralyzed 'cause this is thriller, thriller night and no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike you know it's thriller, thriller night you're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight you hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run you feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun you close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination but all the while you hear the creature creepin' up behind you're out of time 'cause this is thriller, thriller night there ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes you know it's thriller, thriller night you're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight night creatures call and the dead start to walk in their masquerade there's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time (they're open wide) this is the end of your life they're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side they will possess you unless you change the number on your dial now is the time for you and i to cuddle close together all thru the night i'll save you from the terrors on the screen, i'll make you see that it's a thriller, thriller night 'cause i can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try girl, this is thriller, thriller night so let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight (rap performed by vincent price) darkness falls across the land the midnite hour is close at hand creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize y'awl's neighborhood and whosoever shall be found without the soul for getting down must stand and face the hounds of hell and rot inside a corpse's shell the foulest stench is in the air the funk of forty thousand years and grizzly ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom and though you fight to stay alive your body starts to shiver for no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller