It is a very good song ! I was a little jealous of the attention he was getting. When , he was first famous . As, I was trying to do a similar thing . My idea was to.
I knew he could freestyle, but didn't know he was actually talented with Hip Hip, going back. Nails the cadence and nuances and inflection. Best the flow the hell. Articulation. 💯 On it all. On his freestyles I honestly looked at him more as a goof. I didn't expect this talent fr
Bob, I hope you hear this. I wish you were here to feel this guy's music with me. You know everyone else thinks my musical discernment of excellence is questionable to many. Time tells the tale. My ear, heart and soul never fail me. Thanks for the music Ben Howard. I was introduced by friends in their 30s. I'm 65. One thing about music I love is the transcendent ability. Time, age, constructs, boxes.... meaningless 🌹🙏🧘 Namaste 🧡✌️🌞😎
“It's Sunday, Sunday, another bloody Sunday Just a day til another bloody Monday Morning, yawning, boring, snoring In front of the boss when you just got a warning” This is exactly describes my sentiment towards Sunday and also how my Mondays go.
We are bitter losers, snarling through our smiles We're the lost boys, in the supermarket isles We're Christmas dogs, dumped by the side of the road Confused, we will run for miles We are road rage We are stone age We are wild We are busted light bulbs, in a backstreet neon sign We're the shaking gun, in a service station line We'll drink though we're drunk, We'll sink though we've sunk We're fucked but we say that we're fine We are rampage, Missing back page's in our spine We long, for journeys and the roadside We long, for starlight and the low tide Yeah, we long, for fairy tales and firesides And oh, We are coffeehouse cynics, Too righteous, too rigid to believe Disappointed romantics, Scraping the heart's from our sleeves We're the toothless drunk, We're the ageing punk Yeah, we are Adam, We're the apple and we're Eve We are beggars with shiny pennies, on our knees We long, for sunlight on the hillsides Yeah, we long, for yesterdays and hindsight Oh, we long, for fairy tales and firesides And oh, Yeah we long for carnivals and fairground rides Oh, we long for journeys and the roadsides Oh, we long for fairy tales and firesides
the un cut version says "But she ain't messing with no broke n...." (the n word) and because james isn't black he is echoeing the word "broke" Also in the clean version (with the music video and stuff) it also echoes "broke"
