Michael Jackson

L'album "Thriller" voit le jour le 1er décembre 1982.
"Thriller" est l'album de tous les records...

Ainsi, le 16 janvier 1984, Michael recevra 7 American music awards : meilleur chanteur pop, meilleur single pop pour "Billie Jean", meilleur album pop, meilleure vidéo pop, meilleur chanteur soul, meilleure vidéo soul et le special award of Merit.
En février 1984, Thriller est l'album le plus vendu dans le monde, et les 7 singles sortit sont entrés dans le Top 10 américain. C'est donc tout naturellement qu'il reçoit 8 Grammy Awards ! Un record absolu : Album de l'année, single de l'année, meilleure performance rock pour "Beat It", meilleure chanson R&B pour "Billie Jean", meilleur chanteur pop, meilleur album pour enfant avec le "E.T Storybook", meilleur chanteur rock et meilleur producteur pour Quincy Jones.

Total des ventes: 104 millions d'albums.

1. Wanna Be Startin' Something (6:02)
2. Baby Be Mine (4:20)
3. The Girl Is Mine (With Paul McCartney) (3:42)
4. Thriller (5:57)
5. Beat It (4:17)
6. Billie Jean (4:57)
7. Human Nature (4:05)
8. P.Y.T (Pretty Young Thing) (3 :58)
9. The Lady In My Life (4:57)

Written and composed by Michael Jackson

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one who will dance on the floor in the round

She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth

Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

For forty days and forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she's in demand
Her schemes and plans
'Cause we danced on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice
(Do think twice)

She told my baby, we danced till' three
Then she looked at me
Then showed a photo
My baby cried, his eyes were like mine
Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room

Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, she says he is my son
She says I am the one
Billie Jean is not my lover


Infos concernant le clip:
Album Thriller
Réalisé / Produit par Steve Barron / Siobhan Barron
Tourné à Los Angeles, Californie
Durée : 4 :55
Première Diffusion : Mars 1983

Written and composed by Michael Jackson

They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it

They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it

You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

Infos concernant le clip:
Album Thriller
Réalisé / Produit par Bob Giraldi / Mary Nesign
Tourné à Los Angeles, Californie
Durée : 4 :55
Première Diffusion : Avril 1983

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Written and composed by Rod Temperton

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
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 of 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 terror on the screen,
I'll make you see

That this is 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 midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize yawl'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 grizzy 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

Infos concernant le clip:
Album Thriller
Réalisé / Produit par John Landis / George Folsey jr, Michael Jackson
Avec Ola Ray
Tourné à Los Angeles, Californie
Durée : 13 :40
Première Diffusion : Décembre 1983