Wednesday 30 November 2016

ALESHA DIXON Hand It Over

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ALESHA DIXON Hand It Over Lyrics, singer by ALESHA DIXON

There's a part
That doesn't even work at all,
Ran out of power cause I left it on,
But there's a part that still believes in love,
But now it's turning cold...

Cause I let somebody handle,
And I made it hurt again, yeah
Cause they did it so much damage,
Never thought it would work again, no
But I found the pieces,
Every single one,
And I put 'em back,
Never wanna go through that again!

Oh no, Say no no
Say never wanna, say no no

Oh if I hand it over to you,
Would you help my heart,
Out with a beat or two,
Oh if I hand it over to you,
Would you be careful, careful, careful, careful...

When you're close,
My heart's way above the ground,
But then it falls when you're not around,
It beats and it pounds,
I can't turn it down,
And now I'm afraid...

Cause I let somebody handle,
And I made it hurt again, yeah
Cause they did it so much damage,
Never thought it would work again, no
But I found the pieces,
Every single one,
And I put 'em all back,
Never wanna go through that again!

Oh no, Say no no
Say never wanna, say no no

Oh if I hand it over to you,
Would you help my heart,
Out with a beat or two,
Oh if I hand it over to you,
Would you be careful...

You got so many things about you,
And I don't have the words to say,
Cause my heart is doin' the talking,
Can you hear it,
It's callin' your name...

I wanna had it over,
Hand it over to you...
I wanna had it over,
Yeah, yeah...

Oh if I hand it over to you,
Would you help my heart,
Out with a beat or two,
Oh if I hand it over to you,
Would you be careful [x3]
[fade]


Tuesday 29 November 2016

ALESHA DIXON Play Me

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ALESHA DIXON Play Me Lyrics, singer by ALESHA DIXON

Baby, Baby, Oh
Do you want to see me
Never really want to fight the feeling
And I like the color of your eyes
Baby baby
Many times the words are spoken
No doubt somebody will decide

Play me
And strum me like a guitar
Play me
You make me wanna ooh ah
Play me
Oh baby baby keep me moving
On and on and on
Play me
And strum me like a guitar
Play me
You make me wanna ooh ah
Play me
Oh baby baby keep me moving
On and on and on

Maybe you don't wanna be here
Cause time after time gets riddled
And I know the price you've paid turn away
Someday everything you want
And desire
To find another way move higher
And I know the price you've paid turn away

Play me
And strum me like a guitar
Play me
You make me wanna ooh ah
Play me
Oh baby baby keep me moving
On and on and on
Play me
And strum me like a guitar
Play me
You make me wanna ooh ah
Play me
Oh baby baby keep me moving
On and on and on

Maybe you don't wanna be you
Cause everything we do gets mirrored
And I know the price you've paid get away
Someday everything you want and desire
Will be the thing that gets you higher
Cause I know the price you've paid turn away

Play me
And strum me like a guitar
Play me
You make me wanna ooh ah
Play me
Oh baby baby keep me moving
On and on and on
Play me
And strum me like a guitar
Play me
You make me wanna ooh ah
Play me
Oh baby baby keep me moving
On and on and on

It's a flashback baby
Woo woo woo
You got me seeing things
I never would see before
And now I flashback
I've hit the roof
And now you're loving it
And you're wanting it
I'm not losing it over you boy
Flash baby woo woo woo
You got me seeing things
I never would see before
And now I flashback
I've hit the roof
And now you're loving it
And you're wanting it
I'm not losing it over you boy

Play me
And strum me like a guitar
Play me
You make me wanna ooh ah
Play me
Oh baby baby keep me moving
On and on and on
Play me
And strum me like a guitar
Play me
You make me wanna ooh ah
Play me
Oh baby baby keep me moving
On and on and on


Monday 28 November 2016

ALESHA DIXON Chasing Ghosts

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ALESHA DIXON Chasing Ghosts Lyrics, singer by ALESHA DIXON

Hide me from the glitter
The part of me that can't dissolve
'Cause I don't wanna feel bitter
And taste it deep within my soul

I'm just a girl who dreams of singing
Who wants the adulation most
What am I trying to conform to?
Why am I making friends with ghosts?

Been chasing a ghost that doesn't exist
It's haunting my soul, I'm scared and alone
Been running away, no way to resolve
How did I get here? How can I get home?

Sometimes I drift away, I melt into another place
It's a fraction of my mind and no it doesn't need a face
I meditate, I find the light, put the wrong I've done to right
It is part of giving time to get the best I can in life

Been chasing a ghost that doesn't exist
It's haunting my soul, I'm scared and alone
Been running away, no way to resolve
How did I get here? How can I get home?

Fly over me, make it clear, help me see
No more turning back now 'cause I'm where I should be
No longer I'm lost in a dark fantasy
I followed on and I carried on now

Help me believe that the things that I need
Are high up with you, so much bigger than me
The story is written before I could breathe
Stay here beside me, help me to see

Been chasing a ghost that doesn't exist
It's haunting my soul, I'm scared and alone
Been running away, no way to resolve
How did I get here? How can I get home?

Been chasing a ghost that doesn't exist
It's haunting my soul, I'm scared and alone
Been running away, no way to resolve
How did I get here? How can I get home?
How can I get, how can I get, how can I get home?


Sunday 27 November 2016

ALESHA DIXON The Boy Does Nothing

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ALESHA DIXON The Boy Does Nothing Lyrics, singer by ALESHA DIXON

I got a man with two left feet
And when he dances down to the beat
I really think that he should know
That his rhythms go go go

I got a man with two left feet
And when he dances down to the beat
I really think that he should know
That his rhythms go go go

[CHORUS x2:]
Does he wash up?
He never wash up
Does he clean up?
No, he never cleans up
Does he brush up?
He never brushed up
He does nothing
The boy does nothing

Hey boy
How you been?
I got a thousand lines
Where do I begin?
And I
I been here, been there
Traveling
I saw you at the corner
My vibe kicked in
And
Two fields
I clock you
Wearing tight jeans
A real nice suit
He was smiling like you
Was just seventeen
I asked him for a dance
He said 'yes please'

Take a sip of dancing juice
Everybody's onto you
Through the left and to the right
Everybody hit the rhythm
It's on tonight
I'm gonna feel the heat within my soul
I need a man to take control
Let the melody blow you all away

[CHORUS x2]

Work it out now
Work it, Work it out now

Do the mumbo
Shake it all around now

Everybody on the floor
Let me see you clap your hands

I wanna see you work
I wanna see you move your body in turn
I wanna see you shake your hips and learn

I wanna see you work it, work it, work it out now

I wanna see you work
I wanna see you move your body in turn
I wanna see you shake your hips and learn

I wanna see you work it, work it, work it out now

[CHORUS x2]

And if the man can't dance, he gets no second chance [x5]


Saturday 26 November 2016

ALESHA DIXON Cinderella Shoe

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ALESHA DIXON Cinderella Shoe Lyrics, singer by ALESHA DIXON

Come on
Hey

Every little thing you do
Makes me feel
A little love for you
And every little ting that you say
Makes me say
Oh baby we should float away
I can never calculate
Everything out on a plate
Cause every little thing you say
Makes me feel like I can wait

What you gotta do
Find yourself a clue
Cinderella shoe
Do what you gotta do
Then I'll slip into
A Cinderella shoe
What you gotta do
Find yourself a clue
Cinderella shoe
Do what you gotta do
Then I'll slip into
A Cinderella shoe

What would you say
What would you do
If everyday I was here
All over you
Would it be nice
Boy if you knew
What it be like with my eyes
All over you
What would you say
If I could prove
That I could light every light
Inside of you
What would you say
What would you do
I wanna do it too

What you gotta do
Find yourself a clue
Cinderella shoe
Do what you gotta do
Then I'll slip into
A Cinderella shoe
What you gotta do
Find yourself a clue
Cinderella shoe
Do what you gotta do
Then I'll slip into
A Cinderella shoe

Baby come on over
Why don't you come on over
Know you should
I got a little taste for ya
I gotta little taste
Of what tastes good
Why don't you come on over
Know you should
I got a little taste for ya
I gotta little taste
Of what tastes good

What you gotta do
Find yourself a clue
Cinderella shoe
Do what you gotta do
Then I'll slip into
A Cinderella shoe
What you gotta do
Find yourself a clue
Cinderella shoe
Do what you gotta do
Then I'll slip into
A Cinderella shoe


Friday 25 November 2016

ALESHA DIXON Breathe Slow

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ALESHA DIXON Breathe Slow Lyrics, singer by ALESHA DIXON

I'm running out of patients
'cos I can't believe what the hell
I'm hearing
And speaking of hell
It don't compare to this heat
That I am feeling

I love you too much
It shows
All my emotions go
Out of control oh whoa whoa
Good for you bad for me
When I can hardly see
From the tears that flow oh whoa

Can't forget to breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
'cos ladies take it in
And get comp- oh oh oh 'sure
Before I lose it get comp- oh oh oh 'sure

I am gunna breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
'cos ladies take it in
And get comp- oh oh oh 'sure
Ladies never lose comp- oh oh oh 'sure

Not gunna lie
Or even try
You've got my wheel spinning
And I ain't the one to show
The gun
'cos that means you will be
Winning oh yeah

I love you too much
It shows
All my emotions go
Out of control oh whoa whoa
Good for you bad for me
When I can hardly see
From the tears that flow oh whoa

Ooh oh ooh
Can't forget to breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
'cos ladies take it in
And get comp- oh oh oh 'sure
Before I lose it get comp- oh oh oh 'sure

I am gunna breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
'cos ladies take it in
And get comp- oh oh oh 'sure
Ladies never lose comp- oh oh oh 'sure

Somebody better hold me back
You're lucky I know how to act
(so lucky ain't gunna attack)
I'm being calm and cool
But believe me you
It's taking everything to just
Breathe breathe breathe ...

Can't forget to breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
'cos ladies take it in
And get comp- oh oh oh 'sure
Before I lose it get comp- oh oh oh 'sure

I am gunna breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
'cos ladies take it in
And get comp- oh oh oh 'sure
Ladies never lose comp- oh oh oh 'sure

Can't forget to breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
'cos ladies take it in
And get comp- oh oh oh 'sure
Before I lose it get comp- oh oh oh 'sure

I am gunna breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
'cos ladies take it in
And get comp- oh oh oh 'sure
Ladies never lose comp- oh oh oh 'sure


Thursday 24 November 2016

ALESHA DIXON Let's Get Excited

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ALESHA DIXON Let's Get Excited Lyrics, singer by ALESHA DIXON

All right..yeah
All right..yeah

I got a feeling baby its about the time of day
So let the dramas of the week just float away
I'm at the end of the phone if you wanna play
Who's got the Je ne sais quoi
We do hey hey hey

So do the Madonna hey
Do it the Madonna way
Get into the groove
Keep it pumpin ay
I'll make you feel alright
I'm gon' pick you up tonight
You gotta turn it up to get up and go

Let's get excited
I'm so excited
I know exactly what I'm gonna do-oo
Let's get excited
I'm so excited
I'm a detective I'm all over you

2-3-4

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah [x4]

We're on the floor
and your makin me wanna take you on
No competition
but the girls are coming back strong
Cause a girls gotta do
what a girls gotta do
You will be amazed

Watch us go
Its pickin up
This is the night's craze

Let's get excited
I'm so excited
I know exactly what I'm gonna do-oo
Let's get excited
I'm so excited
I'm a detective I'm all over you

2-3-4

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah [x4]

2-3-4

My ladies (Yeah)
Gotta get in the game
Get the fella that you want
And have him beggin for days

My fellas (Hey)
Gotta get in the game
If you give her what you want
Then you'll be gettin a raise

My ladies (Yeah)
Gotta get in the game
Get the fella that you want
And have him beggin for days

My fellas (Hey)
Gotta get in the game
If you give her what you want
Then she'll be beggin today

Let's get excited
I'm so excited
I know exactly what I'm gonna do-oo
Let's get excited
I'm so excited
I'm a detective I'm all over you

Let's get excited
I'm so excited
I know exactly what I'm gonna do-oo
Let's get excited
I'm so excited
I'm a detective I'm all over you

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah [x4]

2-3-4

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah [x4]


Wednesday 23 November 2016

ALESHA DIXON Welcome To The Alesha Show

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ALESHA DIXON Welcome To The Alesha Show Lyrics, singer by ALESHA DIXON

Okay, audience, audience
Welcome to the Alesha show
Welcome to the Alesha show

The A-L-E-S-H-A Show
Everybody let's go!


Tuesday 22 November 2016

ALESHA DIXON Free

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ALESHA DIXON Free Lyrics, singer by ALESHA DIXON

I took a risk against all odds
Had to be strong all on my own
Overcome with many ideas and fears
What should I do to carry on (carry on)?

I've got to hold on (hold on)
Be strong, yeah
Which path should I choose
Still more to walk

No matter what I'll be okay (be okay)
Cause through mistakes will carry me*
Oh decisions don't come easily for me
But now I'm free, and I'm happy

I've got to hold on (hold on)
Be strong, yeah
Which path should I choose
Still more to walk

Cause I'm free to have a voice
To use it any way I choose
Culminating past my dreams
I've made them my reality
Cause I'm free to have a voice
To use it any way I choose
Culminating past my dreams
I've made them my reality

There's no such thing as the next level
Just a continuation of movement and energy
Building bridges and climbing horizons
On a journey never ended, only to begin
Cause in the real world
Nothing is what it seems
And everything is a fantasy ready to be lived
Ready to be loved
Because in the end we are all one of the same kind

I've got to hold on (hold on)
Be strong, yeah
Which path should I choose
Still more to walk

Cause I'm free to have a voice
To use it any way I choose
Culminating past my dreams
I've made them my reality
Cause I'm free to have a voice
To use it any way I choose
Culminating past my dreams
I've made them my reality
[x2]


Monday 21 November 2016

ALESHA DIXON Superficial

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ALESHA DIXON Superficial Lyrics, singer by ALESHA DIXON

[Ad-lib]
I guess what I'm trying to say is,
Every day is like a different flavour
I know it can be superficial
But in the end, there's more that I discover
I'll it break down, what I'm saying
Cause one day you're high
And then the next you're low
It's like a merry-go-round
Wherever you go, you're gotta ride it
Anything is possible, I'm feeling good
Oh it's what I do it for, it's all the music's gonna give me *

Oh it's superficial
But underneath it all, it can be so wonderful
It feels like no other high
But underneath it all, it's superficial, yeah

[Adlib]
I don't wanna sound ungrateful
I wouldn't change it cause I love what I do
It's a love hating complication
I'm getting knocked down but I always pull through
Cause one day you're high
And then the next you're low
You gotta work it out, what living is all about
Cause anything is possible, we're feeling good
Oh we do it just for you
We're getting back what we've giving

Oh it's superficial
But underneath it all, it can be so wonderful
It feels like I'm on a high
But underneath it all, it's superficial, yeah

You got me dazed and confused
But I'm loving all that I do
Otherwise I wouldn't pursue
Cause I always live by the truth
And now I need a little time to do the do
Cause I'm living by the rhythm and the blues
I'm gonna tell you about how I made it through
By being open and wise to fools
It's it's electricity, hey connected physically
A mental stimulation, ya feeling me
Once, twice, and then comes the trilogy
For better or worse, they're still selling me
How ya like the way it sounds?
The way that the beat goes down
And all I wanna do is spit pon de mic
Cause the rest is superficial
Don't beleive the hype

Oh it's superficial
But underneath it all, it can be so wonderful
It feels like I'm on a high
But underneath it all, it's superficial, yeah
[Adlib: to fade]


Sunday 20 November 2016

ALESHA DIXON Knockdown

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ALESHA DIXON Knockdown Lyrics, singer by ALESHA DIXON

Hey
When I lay it all out on the table
Don't know what is stopping me
From feeling like I might be able
To enjoy my own company
Sitting up by my window
Watching the summer rain
The world goes by a in minute faster
Than I can keep up today

Knockdown
Everybody in the place say what now
Ya souls feeling shot down
Lucks out
But ya gotta carry on
Speed it up now
Woo Woo Woo Woo
Knockdown
Everybody in the place say what now
Ya souls feeling shot down
Lucks out
But ya gotta carry on
Speed it up now

Oohh yeah I got the feeling
That something could happen now
Ohhh I got the feeling
That something could happen inside my life now
And have you ever asked why you've been here before
Cause only you have the power to carry on through that door

Knockdown
Everybody in the place say what now
Ya souls feeling shot down
Lucks out
But ya gotta carry on
Speed it up now
Woo Woo Woo Woo
Knockdown
Everybody in the place say what now
Ya souls feeling shot down
Lucks out
But ya gotta carry on
Speed it up now


Saturday 19 November 2016

ALESHA DIXON Lipstick

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ALESHA DIXON Lipstick Lyrics, singer by ALESHA DIXON

I said are you ready?
Ugh, hey, c'mon
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Let's do it (Whoa oh yea)
Are you ready (Whoa oh yea)
Ya, all my ladies, let's do it
C'mon, hey

I know the girls inside they wanna get on with the ladies
But there are always fellas there to stir and make you crazy
They try to get you flaky
Can't find no buts no maybes
You think that girl's a traitor
But that man's the instigator

Turing up with your jewellery on
Making moves with your lipstick on
Want some of that cushy stuff
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Let's jump when the music's on
All my girls living up till dawn
Want a little bit sing this song
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa)

Why do you think that every girl out there's your enemy,
You're looking at her with the green eye filled with jealousy
It's not the way it's supposed to be,
So c'mon ladies dance with me,
And I'll tell ya,
No, n-n-n-n-n-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO

Turing up with your jewellery on
Making moves with your lipstick on
Want some of that cushy stuff
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Let's jump when the music's on
All my girls living up till dawn
Want a little bit sing this song
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa)

Whoa

Mmm

Feel the rhythm in your body
Gotta lose control
All the ladies get together
We'll be on a roll
Feel it in your soul
If you wanna get on down
Then it's time to look around
We're all the same yeah
You gotta think about it,
You're beating up yourself

(Yeah yeah yeah)

Turing up with your jewellery on
Making moves with your lipstick on
Want some of that cushy stuff
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Let's jump when the music's on
All my girls living up till dawn
Want a little bit sing this song
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa)

Turing up with your jewellery on
Making moves with your lipstick on
Want some of that cushy stuff
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Let's jump when the music's on
All my girls living up till dawn
Want a little bit sing this song
(Whoa whoa whoa whoa)


Whoa oh yea
Whoa oh yea

Want some of that cushy stuff (Whoa whoa whoa whoa)

Whoa oh yea
Whoa oh yea

Want a little bit sing this song


Friday 18 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Glacier

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JOHN GRANT Glacier Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

You just want to live your life
The best way you know how
But they keep on telling you
That you are not allowed

They say you are sick
That you should hang your head in shame
They are pointing fingers
And want you to take the blame

There are days when people are
So nasty and convincing
They say things beyond belief
That sting and leave you wincing

And to boot they say their words
Come straight down from above
And they really seem to think
That what they're doing counts as love

This pain
It is a glacier moving through you
And carving out deep valleys
And creating spectacular landscapes
And nourishing the ground
With precious minerals and other stuff
So, don't you become paralyzed with fear
When things seem particularly rough

Don't you pay them fuckers as they say no never mind
They don't give two shits about you. It's the blind leading the blind
What they want is commonly referred to as theocracy
And what that boils down to is referred as hypocrisy

Don't listen to anyone get answers on your own
Even if it means that sometimes you feel quite alone
No one on this planet can tell you what to believe
People like to talk a lot, and they like to deceive

This pain
It is a glacier moving through you
And carving out deep valleys
And creating spectacular landscapes
And nourishing the ground
With precious minerals and other stuff
So, don't you become paralyzed with fear
When things seem particularly rough

This pain
It is a glacier moving through you
And carving out deep valleys
And creating spectacular landscapes
And nourishing the ground
With precious minerals and other stuff
So, don't you become paralyzed with fear
When things seem particularly rough


Thursday 17 November 2016

JOHN GRANT I Hate This Town

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JOHN GRANT I Hate This Town Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

Horrifying as it was for me
To see your face today,
I guess I knew that it would happen at some point.
And I dreaded it because I knew
That you would be so kind.
You're good at that you've got it right down to a science.

So you observe the strict rules laid out in the books of etiquette
And tell me you hope I enjoy my stay.
And I feel numb, and I can't believe
That I was stupid enough to leave my bed today.
If I'm so smart, then why is this happening?

You know, I hate this fucking town.
You cannot even leave your fucking house
Without running into someone who no longer cares about you--
Somebody whom you desperately want to see,
But you know it's only going to cause more grief
'Cause there is nothing left to say,
And he can't hear you anyway.

It's so confusing 'cause I really want
To hate you, but my intellect reminds me
That that doesn't make no sense.
And I wanted to be your friend,
But I couldn't pull it off in the end.
And I'm disappointed with myself because I thought I could.

But then again you always made it clear
That you do not care either way--
Which begs the question,
How can I still claim to love you?
You told me time and time again
That you don't lose--you always win--
And that to make an effort would just be beneath you.

You know, I hate this fucking town.
You cannot even leave your fucking house
Without running into someone who no longer cares about you--
Somebody whom you desperately want to see,
But you know it's only going to cause more grief
'Cause there is nothing left to say.
He can't hear you anyway.

Now, I'm packing my bags again,
And you are not inside of them.


Wednesday 16 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Ernest Borgnine

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JOHN GRANT Ernest Borgnine Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

How much is enough? That's a really tough question.
You ought to give it some thought sooner or later.
Got off of the hooch and the crack and skipped the smack down--
But then you had to find yourself a lower low.

Doc ain't lookin' at me says I got the disease.
Now what did you expect? You spent your life on your knees.
It was never too late. Tell me--what were you afraid of?
Do the numbers in your head or get out your calculator.

[Chorus]
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do.
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do.
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do.
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do.

Sorry that you think you had it rough in the first world.
You ought to get out a map sooner than later.
Knowledge has turned into a trap you have to slow down.
Get out of your head and spend less time alone.

But you never learn you get your labyrinth on.
You lay awake at night and think that you are getting old.
You don't need to panic now you got time to do that later.
You're the Jack who's chasing Danny outside in the snow.

[Chorus x2]
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do.
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do.
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do.
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do.

I got to meet him once, and he was really, really cool.
And when I think about everything's that he's been through,
I wish he'd call me on the phone and take my ass to school.

[Chorus x2]

I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do.
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do.
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do.
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do.

I got to meet him once, and he was really, really cool.
And when I think about everything's that he's been through,
I wish he'd call me on the phone and take my ass to school.


Tuesday 15 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Sensitive New Age Guy

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JOHN GRANT Sensitive New Age Guy Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

Take Picasso, Otto Dix and some Salvador Dali,
Accompanied by Wagner, plus some Public Enemy.
She isn't any of these things, and she would never want to be.
She's a special kind of thing made from a secret recipe.

He had a deeper understanding of the state that we are in.
She didn't run away and hide she stayed right through the bitter end.
He demanded our attention, and we tried to do our best.
She was taking us to school, but most of us would fail the test.

[Chorus]
She's just a sensitive new age guy.
You came to the wrong place if you came to see her cry.
If you have the guts, then please look deep into her painted eyes.
You could be a better human she just wants to see you try.

He always played the good cop to her fabulosity.
Where she had been they had to replace light bulbs constantly
'Cause she could only always be the brightest in the room.
She had a special way of preaching glamour mixed with doom.

With just a simple quip she'd wipe that smirk right off your face
And replace it with a smile while demonstrating latex grace.
And with time I saw him less and less. I don't know where he went,
But it was I who ran away to some far foreign speaking place.

[Chorus x3]
She's just a sensitive new age guy.
You came to the wrong place if you came to see her cry.
If you have the guts, then please look deep into her painted eyes.
You could be a better human she just wants to see you try.


Monday 14 November 2016

JOHN GRANT You Don't Have To

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JOHN GRANT You Don't Have To Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

Remember walking hand in hand side by side?
We walked the dogs and took long strolls to the park--
Except we never had dogs
And never went to the park.

Remember how we used to fuck all night long?
Neither do I because I always passed out.
I needed lots of the booze
To handle the pain.

You don't have to pretend to care.
You don't have to say things that you don't mean.
You don't have to pretend to care.
You don't have to say things that you don't mean.
It just embarrasses me
And makes you look like a fool.

Remember when the tenderness stopped,
And the kindness turned to pity and disgust,
And the smiles were stopped
Before they could start,

And understanding was now just a tool
(We used it every chance we got to be cruel),
And we cringed because
We couldn't make ourselves stop?

You don't have to pretend to care.
You don't have to say things that you don't mean.
You don't have to pretend to care.
You don't have to say things that you don't mean.
It just embarrasses me
And makes you look like a fool.

There are days when I think about you,
And on those days I really feel like a fool
Because you don't deserve
To have somebody think about you.

I feel so stupid 'cause I let myself down.
I acted like a motherfucking clown
At a circus
On the outskirts of town.

You don't have to pretend to care.
You don't have to say things that you don't mean.
You don't have to pretend to care.
You don't have to say things that you don't mean.
It just embarrasses me
Because you think you're so fucking cool.


Sunday 13 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Why Don't You Love Me Anymore

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JOHN GRANT Why Don't You Love Me Anymore Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

My friends all say that you're no good,
That you're not fit to shine my shoes.
They say that you are not the caliber of man
That I deserve to have.

Well, I don't know that much about guns,
But I feel like I've been shot by one.
I am ashamed 'cause I don't know myself right now
And I am 43.

The knowledge that I can't be what you need
Is cutting off my air supply.
And yet this information has not reached my heart,
And that's why I still try.

They say that I should go outside more
And drink lots of water all the time,
But that does not seem to be working
'Cause you still have not come back to me.

Why don't you love me anymore?
Tell me--why don't you love me anymore?

I feel like telling everyone
To fuck off all the time
'Cause they don't know.
I keep expecting Woody Allen
To come out from those dark shadows.

I watched Jane Eyre last night
And thought about which role
Would work the best for me.
My mind is tired, and all I'm doing now
Is worrying my friends and family

Why don't you love me anymore?
Tell me--why don't you love me anymore?
Just in case you didn't hear me
Ask before...
Tell me--why don't you love me anymore?


Saturday 12 November 2016

JOHN GRANT It Doesn't Matter To Him

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JOHN GRANT It Doesn't Matter To Him Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

If I think about it, I am successful, as it were.
I get to sing for lovely people all over this lovely world.
And I am nowhere near as awkward as I was when I was younger.
I guess I'm one of those guys who gets better looking as they age.
And even though I have felt beaten down by constant doubt,
Depression, and confusion brought about by people's actions, death, and tax forms,
I keep getting up. And I am loved by all my friends and family
Though, there have been lots of raised eyebrows
And concerned glances lately.

[Chorus]
It doesn't matter to him.
I could be anything,
But I could never win his heart again.
It doesn't matter to him.
He took away my AAA pass.
I am invisible to him.

And now I feel the soft, pink flesh of my heart hardening
To the countless possibilities contained within each day.
Vulnerability feels like a cold, wet concrete room lit with fluorescent light,
Which, as you know, makes everything look bad.
I still keep trying to figure out how I became irrelevant,
How I got myself evicted from his heart from one day to the next.
And the worst part is that, even if I got an answer right now,
It would not change anything because we have become two strangers.

[Chorus x2]
It doesn't matter to him.
I could be anything,
But I could never win his heart again.
It doesn't matter to him.
He took away my AAA pass.
I am invisible to him.


Friday 11 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Vietnam

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JOHN GRANT Vietnam Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

To say that I'm a man undone
Is understatement at its worst.
I was completely incapacitated
By your southern charm.
It hit me like an ancient gypsy curse.
But this instrument you use with such precision--
It's like a concrete wall
A thousand meters tall.
And I've tried to climb its icy walls a million times,
But I simply cannot find inside of me
The requisite resolve.

Your silence is a weapon.
It's like a nuclear bomb.
It's like the Agent Orange
They used to use in Vietnam.
And it's accompanied by an apathy
That's deafening to the ears.
You know it is complete and perfect,
And you wield it without fear.

It isn't complicated you just don't care.
You attack me by not saying anything.
You say that you don't bring your anger to me,
But it poisons every fiber of your being.
Now you started something that you cannot finish,
And left me standing in the wreckage on my own.
And the only thing that brings me any comfort
Is the knowledge is that, no matter who you're with,
You'll always be alone.

Your silence is a weapon.
It's like a nuclear bomb.
It's like the Agent Orange
They used to use in Vietnam.
And it's accompanied by an apathy
That's deafening to the ears.
You know it is complete and perfect,
And you wield it without fear.
[x2]


Thursday 10 November 2016

JOHN GRANT GMF

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JOHN GRANT GMF Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

You could probably say I'm difficult.
I probably talk too much.
I over analyze and overthink things.
Yes, it's a nasty crutch.

I'm usually only waiting for you to stop talking
So that I can.
Concerning two-way streets, I have to say
That I am not a fan.

But I am the greatest motherfucker
That you're ever gonna meet
From the top of my head
Down to the tips of the toes on my feet.

So go ahead and love me while it's still a crime,
And don't forget you could be laughing
65 percent more of the time.
You could be laughing
65 percent more of the time.

Half of the time I think I'm in some movie.
I play the underdog of course.
I wonder who they'll get to play me.
Maybe they could dig up Richard Burton's corpse.

I am not who you think I am.
I am quite angry--which I barely can conceal.
You think I hate myself, but it's you I hate
Because you have the nerve to make me feel.

But I am the greatest motherfucker
That you're ever gonna meet
From the top of my head
Down to the tips of the toes on my feet.

So go ahead and love me while it's still a crime,
And don't forget you could be laughing
65 percent more of the time.
You could be laughing
65 percent more of the time.

I should've practiced my scales.
I should not be attracted to males.
But you said that I should learn to love myself.
Well, make up your mind, Dr. Frankenstein.

'Cause I am the greatest motherfucker
That you're ever gonna meet
From the top of my head
Down to the tips of the toes on my feet.

So go ahead and love me while it's still a crime,
And don't forget you could be laughing
65 percent more of the time.
You could be laughing
63 percent more of the time.
You could be laughing
25 percent more of the time.


Wednesday 9 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Black Belt

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JOHN GRANT Black Belt Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

You are at the height of your game, aren't you?
Would you not say that you agree, baby?
You got your grift all fine tuned and sparkling.
Yeah, you got your bored look all worked out.
You are all enlightened nothin' makes you frightened.
You ain't got no time to waste on entry-level middle class.
You are supercilious, pretty and ridiculous.
You got really good taste you know how to cut and paste.

What you got is a black belt in BS,
But you can't hawk your pretty wares up in here anymore.
Hit your head on the playground at recess.
Etch-a-sketch your way out of this one, reject!

You know how to get what you want, don't you?
Would you not say that you agree baby?
You really think that you can school me in semantics.
I can't recommend that baby. I see through your antics.
You think you're mysterious you cannot be serious.
You got lots of time to think of new ways to deceive yourself.
You are callipygian, but look at the state you're in.
You got really nice clothes bet you didn't pay for those.

What you got is a black belt in BS,
But you can't hawk your pretty wares up in here anymore.
Hit your head on the playground at recess.
Etch-a-sketch your way out of this one, reject!

What you got is a black belt in BS,
But you can't hawk your pretty wares up in here anymore.
Hit your head on the playground at recess.
Etch-a-sketch your way out of this one, reject!

What you got is a black belt in BS,
But you can't hawk your pretty wares up in here anymore.
Hit your head on the playground at recess.
Etch-a-sketch your way out of this one, reject!

What you got is a black belt in BS,
But you can't hawk your pretty wares up in here anymore.
Hit your head on the playground at recess.
Etch-a-sketch your way out of this one, reject!


Tuesday 8 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Pale Green Ghosts

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JOHN GRANT Pale Green Ghosts Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

Back then I often found myself
Driving on the road at night,
And the radio was broadcasting the ocean.
Warm late Spring wind whips through my hair.
I am right here, but I wanna be there,
And no one in this world is gonna stop me.

Pale green ghosts at the end of May--
Soldiers of this black highway--
Helping me to know my place.
Pale green ghosts must take great care,
Release themselves into the air--
Reminding me that I must be aware.

I-25 and 36 to Boulder
I was getting warm, but now I'm getting colder,
And I stomp my feet--demanding like a child.
I hope you get everything you wanted boy.
I hope you conquer the world and turn it into your toy,
But don't come crying when you're forced to learn the truth.

Pale green ghosts at the end of May--
Soldiers of this black highway--
Helping me to know my place.
Pale green ghosts must take great care,
Release themselves into the air--
Reminding me that I must be aware.

Pale green ghosts at the end of May--
Soldiers of this black highway--
Helping me to know my place.
Pale green ghosts must take great care,
Release themselves into the air--
Reminding me that I must be aware.


Monday 7 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Fireflies

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JOHN GRANT Fireflies Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

On a summer night, 1975
Maybe earlier, now I don't remember
She catches fireflies at the ice cream social
And oh
We watch them take flight

He is coming now with the rake on fire
He destroys the nest of the wasps up high
We are standing there with the fire in our eyes
And oh
We don't know what we're seeing

At the cemetery back beyond our house
There's a grave with pictures, one of him, one of her
I can smell the flowers, they died long ago
And oh
How I long for you...


Sunday 6 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Supernatural Defibrillator

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JOHN GRANT Supernatural Defibrillator Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

Boy you knock me on my ass so hard
How could I know that you was holding that ace card
When I saw you my jaw hit the floor
Now I don't want them other boys no more
You sent a laser beam of love to my soul
You made me shake so hard I lose control
My sweet director won't you give me the part
'Cause you're the one who jump started my heart

'Cause you're my supernatural defibrillator
You are my heavily re-animator
You are my super sexy stimulator
You are my loneliness exterminator

Come on baby 'fore I come on glue
Don't make me wait boy that would be so rude
You got me where I always wanted to be
Right in front of you and down on my knees
I feel like someone punched me right in my head
I need to lay down baby take me to bed
You leave me gobsmacked, dumbfounded, [?]bated?,
bound and struck, stunned and shot, fuddled, discombobulated

'Cause you're my supernatural defibrillator
You are my heavily re-animator
You are my super sexy stimulator
You are my loneliness exterminator

'Cause you're my supernatural defibrillator
You are my heavily re-animator
You are my super sexy stimulator
You are my loneliness exterminator


Saturday 5 November 2016

JOHN GRANT That's The Good News

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JOHN GRANT That's The Good News Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

[Spoken in German:]
Hallo, Johnny.
Ich bin's, du...
Ich find dein Benehmen gestern irgendwie etwas daneben.

You cannot trust me I will stab you in the back
I'll sell your grandma on the street to buy some crack
If crack is not available I'll buy gelato
You have to take things as they come that is my motto

I'm laying groundwork for your ultimate demise
But you can't see that when you look into my eyes
I have been fucked over a thousand times or two
And now I feel that I must take it out on you

[2x]
And that's the good news
That's the good news, baby

When you talk to me I am vomiting inside
I think that vomit is what killed my inner child
When I look at you I am filled with violent rage
I feel like telling you that you should act your age

All I can talk about is your ineptitude
And how that little ass of yours looks just like food
Your taste in clothing is of low concern to me
It's just a reflection of your stupidity

[9x]
And that's the good news
That's the good news, baby

Das sind die guten Nachrichten
Das sind die guten Nachrichten, Baby


Friday 4 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Queen Of Denmark

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JOHN GRANT Queen Of Denmark Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

I wanted to change the world,
But I could not even change my underwear.
And when the shit got really, really out of hand,
I had it all the way up to my hairline,
Which keeps receding like my self-confidence--
As if I ever had any of that stuff anyway.
I hope I didn't destroy your celebration,
Or your Bat Mitzvah, birthday party or your Christmas.
You put me in this cage and threw away the key.
It was this 'us and them' shit that did me in.
You tell me that my life is based upon a lie.
I casually mention that I pissed in your coffee.
I hope you know that all I want from you is sex,
To be with someone who looks smashing in athletic wear.
And if your haircut isn't right, you'll be dismissed.
You'll get your walking papers and You can leave now.

I don't know what to want from this world.
I really don't know what to want from this world.
I don't know what it is you want to want from me.
You really have no right to want anything from me at all.
Why don't you take it out on somebody else?
Why don't you bore the shit out of somebody else?
Why don't you tell somebody else that they're selfish,
A weakling, coward, a pathetic fraud?

Who's gonna be the one to save me from myself?
You'd better bring a stun gun and perhaps a crowbar.
You'd better pack a lunch and get up really early.
And you should probably get down on your knees and pray.
It's really fun to look embarrassed all the time--
Like you could never cut the mustard with the big boys.
I really don't know who the fuck you think you are.
Can I please see your license and your registration?

I don't know what to want from this world.
I really don't know what to want from this world.
I don't know what it is you want to want from me.
You really have no right to want anything from me at all.
Why don't you take it out on somebody else?
Why don't you bore the shit out of somebody else?
Why don't you tell somebody else that they're selfish,
A weakling, coward, a pathetic fraud?

So Jesus hasn't come in here to pick you up.
You'll still be sitting right here ten years from now.
You're just a sucker, but we'll see who gets the last laugh.
Who knows? Maybe you'll get to be the next queen of Denmark.


Thursday 3 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Leopard And Lamb

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JOHN GRANT Leopard And Lamb Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

Read your letter and finally I could cry,
But I don't really understand exactly why.
I guess I cried because I knew it was the end.
No more hating now just learning to begin.

Learning how to crawl across a floor that's covered with glass.
Learning how to look away and never to look back.

I cannot fathom how we dragged on for so long.
And I think we both know which one of us was wrong.
But now I'm asked to act as if I didn't feel
Anything from you, my friend, and it's a bitter pill to swallow

You're right, this world is cold, and all that I can do
Is banish every thought of you because you are so cruel.

Watch the Simpsons to remember how you laugh.
I miss your dark blue eyes and staring at your back,
My leopard, my lamb.

You're right, this world is cold, and all that I can do
Is banish every thought of you because you are so cruel.
Like learning how to crawl across a floor that's covered with glass.
Like learning how to look away and never to look back.


Wednesday 2 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Caramel

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JOHN GRANT Caramel Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

My love is the rarest jewel,
And he grounds me with his love.
My love--he is rich like caramel,
And he moves me from above.

He sees me with tiger eyes,
And that�s where I make my home.
His heart is a shield, which protects me from the vilest foe.
His smile's an elixir, which heals the wounds of my darkest years.
When my love is quiet, I consider him, and he drives away my fears.

My love--he reveals himself with tenderness and grace.
My love has constructed with his arms for me the safest place.
His laughter destroys my doubts and lifts me up so high.
?His voice it is soothing like a warm breeze on a Summer night.
?When he envelops me, I give myself to him, and my soul takes flight.


Tuesday 1 November 2016

JOHN GRANT Jesus Hates Faggots

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JOHN GRANT Jesus Hates Faggots Lyrics, singer by JOHN GRANT

I've felt uncomfortable since the day that I was born,
Since the day I glimpsed the black abyss in your eyes.
There's no way you could make all of this shit up on your own.
It could only come from the mastermind of lies.

I can't believe that I've considered taking my own life
'Cause I believed the lies about me were the truth.
It will be magic to watch your transformation when you realize that you've been had.
It's enough to make a guy like me feel sad

'Cause you tell me that
Jesus, he hates fruit loops, son.
We told you that when you were young.
Or pretty much anything you want him to
Like sitcoms, pedophiles, and kangaroos.
Morons who cut in line,
Three-bean salad and parking fines.
And when we win this war on society,
I hope your blind eyes will be opened and you'll see.

The arrogance it takes to walk around in the world the way you do--
It turns my brain to jelly every time.
The rage and fear I'm feeling have begun to make me sick,
And I think that I might be about to commit a crime.

And you tell me that
Jesus, he hates homos, son.
We told you that when you were young.
Or pretty much anything you want him to
Like coco puffs, red cars, and Jews.
Postal clerks who waste your time.
Weight loss shakes and the local news.
And when we win the war on society
I hope your blind eyes will be opened and you'll see.

'Cause Jesus--
He hates faggots, son.
We told you that when you were young.
Or pretty much anyone you want him to
Like niggers, spics, redskins, and kikes.
Men who cannot tame their wives.
Weaklings, cowards and bull dykes.
And when we win the war on society,
I hope your blind eyes will be opened and you'll see.