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[[Letra de Música]] - autoria [[Michael Jackson]]
By Rod Temperton
Lyrics Sung by Michael Jackson
1st verse
It's close to midnight
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
Chorus
'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, yeah
2nd Verse
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
Girl, but all the while
You hear a creature creepin' up behind
You're out of time
Chorus
'Cause this is thriller
Thriller night
There ain't no second chance
Against the thing with the forty eyes, girl
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life
Inside a killer,
Thriller tonight
Bridge
Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time
(They're open wide)
This is the end of your life
3rd Verse
They're out to get you
There's demons closing in on every side
They will possess you
Unless you change the number on the dial
Now is the time
For you and I to cuddle close together, yeah
All thru the night
I'll save you from the terrors on the screen
I'll make you see
Chorus 2x
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)
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 moral can resist
The evil of the thriller
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[Into maniacal laugh, in deep echo]
(Ver albúm Thriller special edition)
== Texto de cabeçalho ==
Featuring: Rap performed by Vincent Price
Greg Phillinganes, Rod Temperton &
Brian Banks: Synthesizers
Anthony Marinelli: Synthesizer Programming
David Willians: Guitar
Jerry Hey: Trumpet, Flugelhorn
Gary Grant; Trumpet, Flugelhorn
Larry Willians: Sax, Flute
Bill Reichenbach: Trombone
Vocal, Rhythm and Synthesizer Arrangement by Rod Temperton
Horn Arrangement by Jerry Hey
Effects by Bruce Cannon & Bruce Swedien
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