Tag: England


Jake Paul – Saturday Night Lyrics




[Chorus: Chad Tepper & Jake Paul]
What you doing this Saturday Night?
Me and you, this Saturday Night
We’ll be to the cribs this Saturday Night
Netflix and Chill this Saturday Night
Swipe a ride on you this Saturday Night
Pizza and ranch this Saturday Night
Chilling in my Calvin’s this Saturday Night
Let’s get a tattoo this Saturday Night

[Verse 1: Jake Paul]
Saturday’s are for the boys
Saturday let’s make some noise
Taco Bell is open late
Slumber parties, movie date
Saturday I can’t complain
Take me back to the good ol’ days
Ohio and chasing baes
That’s how they made Saturday’s
In my Jeep, lots of doors
Pulling up to Gucci stores
Start a fire, cook some smores
Down to date and close the door
Yeah we’re here
Yeah we’re lit
Now It’s Rari’s new civics
I ain’t sorry we got hits
Tell the DJ play our shit

[Chorus: Chad Tepper & Jake Paul]
What you doing this Saturday Night?
Me and you, this Saturday Night
We’ll be to the cribs this Saturday Night
Netflix and Chill this Saturday Night
Swipe a ride on you this Saturday Night
Pizza and ranch this Saturday Night
Chilling in my Calvin’s this Saturday Night
Let’s get a tattoo this Saturday Night

[Verse 2: Nick Crompton]
Crumps and Tea
This side and I
Chilling with the queen this Saturday Night
England is my city this Saturday Night
Driving on the left side of the road tonight
I’m the English Elder this Saturday Night
Mini cooper and your chick to my right
Fish and Chips this Saturday Night
Lundage in my Gucci, you can take a flight
Winston Church, you don’t want to fight
I got my Visa last Saturday Night
Last Saturday Night (x2)

[Chorus: Chad Tepper & Jake Paul]
What you doing this Saturday Night?
Me and you, this Saturday Night
We’ll be to the cribs this Saturday Night
Netflix and Chill this Saturday Night
Swipe a ride on you this Saturday Night
Pizza and ranch this Saturday Night
Chilling in my Calvin’s this Saturday Night
Let’s get a tattoo this Saturday Night

Outro: Nick Crompton & Jake Paul
Last Saturday Night
Last Saturday Night
Last Saturday Night
Cheerio
Last Saturday Night
Cheerio, Mate




Ishawna Talks Danielle D.I. Beef and Disrespecting Miss Lou





Ishawna and Danielle D.I. beef ended as fast as it started.

While the “Equal Rights” appears to be the victor, it came at a price. Her gritty diss records drew some controversy for some lyrics where she was disrespected D.I.’s mother. Speaking with Winford Winford on OnStage last weekend, Ishawna says she has no regrets about the “mother” lyrics. She also said that she has a lot more to come but didn’t elaborate on her new singles.

“I’ve just been doing my things, deal with my career as everybody knows that’s what I do, I focus on me and I just heard a song came out about me,” Ishawna said. “She said a lot of things in her interview and everything that she said was not true and I am not really here to discuss what she said in her interview, I am just speaking on what I know about. I don’t know anything about D.I., me and D.I. were never friends, we never use to cross roads together none of that. Me here a mind my business a go my gym, a drink my water, a take my vitamins, and I just heard a song about me. I had a flight because I was suppose to go England and my flight got postponed and I just decided that I am going to answer her because I have some free times on my hands.”

Ishawna said that initially she didn’t want to respond, but because she had some free time on her hands she decided to go in the studio and released a diss track. She also spoke in depth about the mother situation where she said that she has no regrets. The dancehall deejay then discussed some recent backlash over some remarks she said about Miss Lou on Instagram and her recent “Equal Rights” single.


Richie Stephens to be Honored by ASCAP For Rihanna’s “Work”



The American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) set to honour Richie Stephens on October 16th, in London, England.

ASCAP is the only American based association that protects the copyrights of songwriters, composers and music publishers by monitoring public performance of their music, whether it be live performance or via broadcast, and appropriately compensate them.

Richie Stephens is a successful Jamaican singer/ producer for over two decades; he was born and raised in Westmoreland. Stephens recorded his very first song in 1984 but did not hit stardom until the 1990’s . The reggae crooner was not only a Grammy Award winner but was also awarded the Jamaican Governor-General’s Achievement Award for contributing to civic, social and recreational projects in and around his birth parish.

Stephens will be given an American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) award for his contribution to Rihanna’s chart-topping single ‘Work’. ‘Work’, captured the song of the year and also sold the most digital copies for 2016. Stephens contributed the Sail Away ‘riddim’ on the Pot of Gold label to the hit, and was credited on the song as a co-writer.

In April, Stephens was awarded his first American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers (ASCAP) Pop Music Awards in Hollywood. “I am so blessed to be honored in the United Stated and now to be recognized in England. It is a major accomplishment at this time in my career. I share this award with my fans globally and three members of the Ska Nation Band who will accompany me on the red carpet in London,” said Stephens

Some of Stephens most popular songs includes “Winner,” “Color of Love,” “Live your Life,” and “Reggae Evolution.”

To tune into the awarded video click on the link:


Monty Python – French Taunter lyrics


And now I want to turn you to Sumeria,… 787
(music begins)
(Horn Blows)
Hello? …… Hello?!
Hello? Who is it?
It Is King Arthur and these are my knights of the round table,
Whose castle is this?
This is the castle of my master, Du eiut of lalamba!
Go and tell your master that we have been charged by god,
With a sacred quest. If you will give us food and shelter for
The night, he can join us in our quest for the holy grail.
Well, i’ll ask him but I don’t think he will be very keen!
Uh, he’s already got one you see!
What!?! He says they already got one!
Are you sure he’s got one?
Oh yes it’s a very nice! Uh I told them we already got one! Hehe
(snickers behind wall)
Well, uh, can we come up and have a look?
Of course not! You are english Type!
Well what are you then!?
I’m french! Why do you think I have this outragious accent you silly
King!
What are you doing in England?
Mind your own buisness!
If you are will not show us the grail, we shall have to take your castle
By force!
You don’t frighten us you English pig dogs!
Go and boil your bottoms! Son of a silly person!
I’ll blow my nose at you, so called Arthur king! You and all your silly
English cunnnnnnnnnigits!
Tthppbpbb!!(making fart nosies with tongue)
What a strange person…..
Now look her my good man..
I don’t wanna talk to you no more you empty headed animal foot
Trough water! I’ll fart in your general direction! Your mother was a
Hamster and you father smelt of eldiberry!!!!
Is there someone else up there we can talk to?
No! Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!
Ah well unfortunatley, our projecter has broken down, and
The other one is still at the theatre shop, so, uh while I
Get Sheila to get around and see if it’s ready,
And here’s a recording of an inbreaker.


Musicals – Chess – The Interview lyrics


Walter: [Spoken]
Tonight’s final item is a Global scoop.
The former champion, our Freddie Trumper, talks to Anatoly Sergievsky,
The man who beat him a year ago,
And who is defending his title here right now in Bangkok, Thailand.
Let’s get that Sergievsky family video lined up, okay?

Walter:
We all want times in our careers,
When we make a little history.
Receive the plaudits of our peers,
Perhaps that time is here right now for me.
Ah Anatoly, if I may, let me say right away,
You will be thrilled, because the other seat is filled
By a long-standing friend of yours.
Action!

Frederick:
Well, here we are face to face once again.

Anatoly:
By any standards, a bizarre reunion!

Frederick:
Is being homeless affecting your game?

Anatoly:
I wouldn’t know, as I have a home in England.

Frederick:
No, by a home I mean real home–the place where your family is.

Anatoly: [Spoken]
England is my real home.

Frederick:
What are your latest political aims?

Anatoly:
What are you saying?

Frederick:
Your anti-Russian crusade, has it worked?

Anatoly:
I am no crusader.

Frederick:
What is your true motivation?
That is something we all want to know.

Anatoly: [Spoken]
You know damn well what my motivation is, okay?

Frederick:
Here we see a man under great pressure–
Two fights to fight, yet he could not look fresher.
Chess and politics, I take my hat off.
To any champion, who can pull that off?

I hear your second controls everything.

Anatoly:
Chess is her passion.

Frederick:
But her obsession is East versus West.

Anatoly:
Chess is her passion.

Frederick:
I know a little about her,
And she has got her own ax to grind.

Anatoly: [Spoken]
That is not true.

Frederick:
Aren’t you concerned that why your wife is not here?

Anatoly:
I don’t discuss my private life in public.

Frederick:
But don’t you care that she is not by your side?

Anatoly:
I think I’ve had enough of this discussion!

Frederick:
Well, we’ve a little surprise.
We’ve got your wife on the video.

Walter: [Spoken]
Run the video!

Frederick:
Let her talk to you, give you her version–
How married life has changed, since your desertion.
Hey come back, my friend, we are only showing
Home movies–nothing more, where are you going?

Walter: [Spoken]
Great interview!

Molokov: [Spoken]
Bravo, Mr, de Courcy–Walter!

Walter: [Spoken]
Ah, Alexander!

Molokov: [Spoken]
I am glad that old film did the trick.
We are going to be able to help each other.

Walter: [Spoken]
Heartwarming international cooperation.

Molokov: [Spoken]
I have good news about Anatoly’s lady friend.
Florence Vassy’s father is alive.

Walter: [Spoken]
Really? Well, this is good news. Have you told her yet?

Molokov: [Spoken]
No, I was going to leave that pleasure to you.
However, my friend, there is one thing-

Walter: [Spoken]
Yes, of course there is.

Molokov: [Spoken]
I think Mr. Sergievsky must lose the match and come home.
Do you not agree?

Walter: [Spoken]
Sure, but there are others beside Vassy we wish to see come home.

Molokov: [Spoken]
That should not be a problem. Do we have a deal?

Walter: [Spoken]
We have a deal, and everybody wins.

Molokov: [Spoken]
Except Anatoly.

Walter: [Spoken]
But he gets the lovely Svetlana.


The White Stripes – Seven Nation Army


I’m gonna fight ’em off
A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back
They’re gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I’m talkin’ to myself at night
Because I can’t forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette

And the message comin’ from my eyes says, "Leave it alone."

Don’t wanna hear about it
Every single one’s got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it comin’ back my way
I’m gonna serve it to you
And that ain’t what you want to hear
But that’s what I’ll do

And the feeling coming from my bones says, "Find a home."

I’m going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I’m gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more

And the stains comin’ from my blood tell me, "Go back home."


Young Dolph – Bagg Lyrics


[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
What is that question you asked?
What is in my bookbag?
That’s just a whole lot of cash
Or that’s just a whole lot of swag
I just got back from England
I just made a mil in three months
I just smoked an ounce in three blunts
I pour lean in my grape blue punch
I never had shit so I stunt, flex
Half a million dollars worth of jewelry on while I’m havin’ sex
Real street nigga playin’ with paper
So I do it for the streets, fuck a hater
Yeah I threw the money on a stripper ho
But later on that night I fucked a waiter
‘Bout to go spend me a bag
I’m ’bout to go spend me a bag
I’m ’bout to go fuck on your bitch
Take her overseas with me, she in first class
I’m ’bout to go spend me a bag
I’m ’bout to go spend me a bag
Boy that’s a whole lot of swag
Gucci Timberlands with the matching rag

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I got the the youth, I got the Benz
Was gon’ cop Bentley but then I got Maybach
That boy ain’t no soldier, he act like Pat Sajak
A nigga so fresh that I smell just like Ajax
Ooh, I got the bag
I got the swag in a box filled with tags
Show off my riches ’cause I came from rags
Jacksonville shawty, my bitch drive a Jag
Nigga run up, on my soul he’ll get dragged
I spend a whole lotta, Uzi scarf rap like I came from Al-Qaeda
Fuck the rap game, I do not need no writers
I know the shooters and hang with the fighters
One kilo dab, I pipe up more than Rayu
Piper viper viper, my bro keep a sniper
Pop pop at your top
Fuck around and run it up like I’m Guap
Ay, never gon’ stop
Lil Boat take your worst day to the chop shop
Over there on the east block
He lives the thug life just like Pac
I live the good life, I’m the don
Young enough to be your mama’s son
But some hire mama’s sons
Still a nigga signing, fuck her older son
Shout out Zaya, got my neck and wrist on pawn

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
I pull up smokin’ out the bag
I’m ’bout to go spend a bag
I count that money real fast
I wonder if that’s her real ass
I’m on the E-way doin’ the dash
All this ice on me looking like glass
These bitches they love me like [?]
In the trap I perfected my craft
Told you niggas ain’t really [?]
Told you niggas ain’t seeing us
Lost a quarter mil re’ing up
Niggas too slow, ain’t keeping up
Sipping on Actavis
Drinking me a codeine daiquiri
Showed up late but fashionably
Every week is fashion week, yeah
Need a bad bitch that set it off like Jada
I don’t wanna fuck, I want you to hold my sack, I’ll pay you
In Pappadeaux eating alligator
My favorite app is a calculator
Yeah, I think I might go spend me a bag today my nigga

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!


Horrible Histories – The 4 Georges: Born 2 Rule lyrics


George I:
I took the throne of England
Just ’cause I was protestant
A German prince whose English stank,
King George number one

George II:
I like to argue, now that’s clear
Especially with my father here
And when he died of diarrhoea
I fought with my son

George III:
I broke records with my sixty year reign

George VI:
And I broke the scales with my giant frame

all:
Born to rule over you
King George four, three, one and two
You had to do what we told you to
Just because our blood was blue

George I:
I was a hunk, girls adored me
Ladies all swooned before me
They would do anything for me
Or I’d have their husbands killed

George II:
Had a war with Prince Charles Bonnie

George III:
Everyone said that I was f-f-funny

George IV:
I spent everyone’s money

All:
Our subjects were not thrilled

George I:
I was the sad one,

George II:
I was the bad one

George III
I was the mad one,

George IV:
and I was the fat one

All:
We were born to rule over you
Georges one, three, four and two
England’s kings, though we were German too
Him, then him, then me, then you

(We were born)Born to rule over you(born 2 rule)

George I:
Gorged on fruit then I died on the loo

ALL:
People hated us, and we hated them too
Born to rule over you

Born to rule over you

George III:
Me I was as batty as a bonkers kangaroo

George IV:
Me I would have been more at home in a zoo
And now, now our song is through.

Yeah…

Georges

George III:
Banana


P Money – Gunfingers


[Hook: P Money]
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Tell em’ don’t go down there
Go round there you’ll hear…
Tell em’ don’t come round ere’
Come round ere’ you’ll hear…

[Verse 1: P Money]
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place like bap bap
Remember those days 20 man in a rave
And another 20 getting through the back back
No one here kicks ball for the England team
But everybody’s got caps caps
Some of these bad boys ain’t here to rave
You will not find them in no snapchats
Nah but you can find them in the back
Gunfinger left hand right hand yak
Man’s on the stage front door’s for the yats
Shutdown mode reloads are on tap
Big crowd reaction whenever I chat
Run to the deck, pull it back back
Peak, I don’t know why she’s on that
I guess P Money’s just got it like that cos

[Hook: P Money]
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Tell em’ don’t go down there
Go round there you’ll hear…
Tell em’ don’t come round ere’
Come round ere’ you’ll hear…

[Verse 2: Jme]
You might see on my road in a P90
Or leng online with a P90
You could ask P ’bout me
Man get burst like rapid photography
It’s mad on stage
Security wanna vibes and rave
Hand on my shoulder, gunfingers on the other hand
And a big smile on their face
Fam, ‘llow it, if I ever get
Another touch of the mic then it’s curtains
Ah fam, ‘llow it, pull up in a Merc
But hop on the mic, you’re not merking
Ah fam, ‘llow it, man ain’t ever gonna
Race certain man and I’m certain
So fam, ‘llow it, tell a man already
In the haunted house, it ain’t working

[Hook: P Money]
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Tell em’ don’t go down there
Go round there you’ll hear…
Tell em’ don’t come round ere’
Come round ere’ you’ll hear…

[Verse 3: Wiley]
Came in the game with a tenner for the subs
Now I’m running the game just like Jay-Z
If you ain’t got a real drive or a love for the money
Then I’m sure you’re gonna hate me
If I’m in the summer that water, dry mouth
That is gonna dehydrate me
Man wanna control my music career
But none of them man there don’t pay me
Jump off a cliff and I land on my feet
Cause I’m busting a cape just like Batman
If yellow dots mean points
Then I’m snapping them up just like Pacman
Living in number 10 Downing Street
You will never see a…
Blud, I eat so much food right now
Should be looking like a…

[Hook: P Money]
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Tell em’ don’t go down there
Go round there you’ll hear…
Tell em’ don’t come round ere’
Come round ere’ you’ll hear…
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Yo, you might see gunfingers
When I come in the place they’re like
Tell em’ don’t go down there
Go round there you’ll hear…
Tell em’ don’t come round ere’
Come round ere’ you’ll hear…


B.o.B – Bend Over (Elements Album)


[Hook]
You so focused on who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you
You so suckered into who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you motherfucker
Bend over, bend over
Grab your ankles, touch your knees, bend over
Bend over, bend over
Grab your ankles, touch your knees, bend over motherfucker
You so focused on who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you
You so suckered into who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you motherfucker
Bend over

[Verse 1]
What you talking bout, who you fucking kidding
I do this for a fucking living
Private life, public life
I can’t tell the fucking difference
I’m from the city people love to visit
Every square foot, a hundred bitches
Hoes whoring, it ain’t nothing new
If I ain’t hit it, someone hit it
Bob, there’s more to life than money, riches
There’s more to life than fucking bitches
Screenshots, ass shots, and Ciroc shots
That’s why I don’t trust them bitches
She ain’t fit in with them other bitches
All they is to her is competition
She just want be complemented
She just want a hundred million followers
Back it up, bend it over on the [?]
On your back, knees up, gynecologist
And you know who stays anonymous
Put it together then it’s obvious but

[Hook]
You so focused on who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you
You so suckered into who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you motherfucker
Bend over, bend over
Grab your ankles, touch your knees, bend over
Motherfucker, bend over, bend over
Grab your ankles, touch your knees, bend over motherfucker
You so focused on who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you
You be bugging over who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you motherfucker
Bend over

[Verse 2]
Bob, miss me with them conscious lyrics
You sound just like the one percenters
You must of did a bunch of acid
Either that or you just fucking with us
You want to be a star, sell out concert tickets?
A mansion and a Hollywood subdivision?
You get the fame under one condition
You get copied at the cloning center
They kill ‘em with a common ending
Overdose from a drug addiction
Same story, same headline
A stroke, a heart attack, an aneurysm
Celebrities and politicians
Just to name a couple members
Rituals and pedophilia
Sacrifices, blood religion
The queen of England got arrest warrants
For the disappearance of a dozen children
Do your research on the topic
The same time every year kids come up missing

[Hook]
But you so focused on who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you
You so suckered into who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you motherfucker
Bend over, bend over
Grab your ankles, touch your knees, bend over
Motherfucker, bend over, bend over
Grab your ankles, touch your knees, bend over motherfucker
You be bugging off of who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you
You be bugging off of who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you motherfucker
Bend, bend, bend, bend, bend
Get, get, get bent motherfucker


Horrible Histories – Natural Selection lyrics


[Intro]
Mmmm yeah.
Mmmm yeah.

[Verse 1]
People thought all animals
Arrived here unrelated
The world began, and then came man
All perfectly created

[Verse 2]
But then someone looked up a tree.
And said “That monkey looks just like me!”
So it really was a mystery
What I’d learned in natural history!

[Verse 3]
So I joined HMS Beagle
Watched the eagle and the seagull
We studied rock and plants
Flowers, trees and bees and ants

[Verse 4]
Slept on hammocks without pillows
Eating rats and armadillos
Till I realised on reflec-tion
It’s natural selection! Yeah!

[Verse 5]
Natural selection means
Each animal evolved
To blend with its surroundings
Ch-ch-changes were involved

[Verse 6]
So birds with different, foods to seek.
Seem to have developed, different beaks.

[Verse 7]
And over time they’d,
Modified
So just the fittest
Of them all survived!

[Verse 8]
On the Isles of Galapagos
I noted the giant tortoise
Had interesting shells
And I rode on them as well

[Verse 9]
Iguanas land and swimming
Meant my new theory was winning
It all led in the direction
Of natural selection.

[Verse 10]
My findings went with outrage
From the ch-ch-ch-ch-church of England
And from me.

[Verse 11]
The idea that we came from ch-ch-chimps
Questioned my own Christianity
But it was hard to disagree!

[Verse 12]
Every species new mutation
Had a perfect explanation
It seems the worlds inception
Must predate common perception

[Verse 13]
And if lack of adaptation
Means a fatal limitation
So each creature’s imperfection
Over time gets a correction

[Verse 14]
Meaning animal collections
Grow unique means of protection
And to fail nature’s inspection
Means immediate rejection
Which all leads to the detec-tion
Of natural selection!
Natural selection!


Leon Russell – Delta Lady


Woman of the country
Now, I found you
Longing in your soft
And fertile delta
And I whisper sighs
To satisfy your longing
For the warm and tender
Shelter of my body
Oh, you’re mine delta lady
Your mine, be all mine
Delta lady
Please don’t ask
How many times I found you
Standing wet
And naked in the garden
And I think of the days
And the different ways I held you
I held you closely to me
Yes, our heart was beating
Oh, you’re mine delta lady
You’re mine, be all mine
Delta lady
When I’m home again in England
And I’m thinking of you love
Because, I love you
Yes, I do, I love you
There are concrete
Mountains in the city
And pretty city women
Live inside them
And yet it seems
The city scene is lacking
I’m so glad you’re waiting
For me in the country
Oh, you’re mine delta lady
Darling, you’re mine, be all mine
Delta lady
Oh, you’re mine delta lady
Darling, you’re mine, be all mine
Delta lady


The White Stripes – Seven Nation Army letras

November 3, 2016

Lyrics

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I’m gonna fight ’em off
A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back
They’re gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I’m talkin’ to myself at night
Because I can’t forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette

And the message comin’ from my eyes says, "Leave it alone."

Don’t wanna hear about it
Every single one’s got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it comin’ back my way
I’m gonna serve it to you
And that ain’t what you want to hear
But that’s what I’ll do

And the feeling coming from my bones says, "Find a home."

I’m going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I’m gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more

And the stains comin’ from my blood tell me, "Go back home."


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