She's the coolest thing EVER!! LOVE Shirley!!! The band is always like on point. Everything you are hearing in the background is quality!!! Her vocals are perfection and go SOOOO well with the music.
Holy fuck. I'm in love with this band. This song, is the definition of perfect. The lyrics cut to the core and caress it with beauty and grace while also triggering it with sadness and pain. My favourite Garbage song.
Love this song... was shocked when I heard it on an episode of charmed. I've watched it a million times since I was a teen and never noticed this song till now (well, it was really quiet in the background anyway, beginning of SE01 EP05.)
Brave Strong as Steel Shirley puts it out there for all to feel. Most of the world speaks in code or not a t all but Shirley she lays it on the line every song always.... that's what makes her great and what makes us fans gravitate to her like magnetized zombies..... must be a Stroke of Luck!
garbage (os concertos,as musicas- ultima/e estou ligado no Roskilde) e + que perfeito pra ficar ouvindo NA MADRUGADA (c/bebida e comida).No silêncio da madrugada,fine de ouvido.E FESTA!!UMA VIAGEM!!VERTIGEM.
and me totally brilliant...its amazing that some music that u come back to u realise its sheer quality and things u have never noticied before in the lyrics...perhaps in my case things have happpened that i can now relate to in certain tracks.
I love garbage band.its actually one of my favorite bands.i enjoy their music❤😂I love to listen to her music with my fan on lol.the music makes me feel like I am in the cold or rain
sumone once tried to tell me this was their favorite garbage track. i wasnt hearing them at the time , mainly because i had other tracks i felt were wayy better...... i still luv "special" and several others but now i kinda see what they ment. this is a really good overall song
Turn down the lights, strike a match stick and ignite, light the candle on the fireplace, put this song on in the background and simply lie there dreaming of Shirley lying right next to me as this plays softly and the bass hums along...then Shirley appears in nothing but a long white t-shirt and a polka dot thong like the one she wore in "I think Im a paranoid." ah heaven.
Eu gosto muito,pq nas canções deles,APESAR DE TODA E QQ PERVERSIDADE DESNECESSARIA,TEM UMA PROFUNDIDADE MUITO MAIOR QUE O ESPERADO,NAS MELODIAS,E ATE EM GDE PARTE DAS LETRAS!INTELIGENCIA!
ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE STYLE OF THIS GROUP! NEVER SEEN A WOMAN WITH SO MANY DIFFERENT LOOKS ABOUT HER! I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH SHIRLEY, BUT PROBABLY NOT LOVED BACK LOL! SHE'S AWESOME. KEEP PRODUCING GARBAGE! CAN'T SEEM TO GET ENOUGH!
I can't wait to see on what she is up to with her new album.i love her so much!hasn't she got the warmest voice?how can you not fall in love with such a woman?
My heart can not be with her till ..................... and yet she has a hold on me . Sweet total tease my being in the know . Sing sweet angel . For me , too .
Regarding the top comment (about not getting the recognition they deserve): Um, I thought they had plenty of recognition, after all they did sell MILLIONS of albums! Yeh, I'd say they were very successful, just not 'megastars' as such. Mind you, I thought exactly that about Skunk Anansie (whose rise to fame was around the same time). Then I learned later that Skunk Anansie did very well for themselves too! Sold millions of records too! PS My personal Garbage fave is My Lovers' Box =OD
I cant look at a Shirley`s picture man, it gives me just an undiscribeable feeling, every time, SHIT!!! AS well of course as listening to each and every song.
Pull em on your side um Born gross u are Hardly I'd rather hang out with the sentients and ghosts Parked the car far away from u at the bar Blame light that sheds around the star I loved you the most next to first God U leaped Scenes of broken scenery to try to pretend your game checker on hard Ready for my asshole anonymous bullet If I pull it I'm smi Who are you to me under darkening skies Sing sorry lullabyes but keep your hands to yourself Mister wanna be chief Good grief Stomping my heart on my sleeve Till I leave That's what I get for falling low to your tides You never intended for me to be your bride You lied And I'm quite comfortable with that Sit like a cat in the window sill fat Thinking Quiet alone remembering Drinking tap water watching my screen saver on my phone Display time Rhymes half written in the notebook that are all mine Next year other artists ideas flashing across global radio stations You slowed me down by drugging me over Good enough for my father's daughter but not your own You tell your side of the story all the time And your evil veil and shady as dangers disasters You took so much time from me You stole the few things I had left working nicely for me You filled my mind with rape and brutality Locked basements and warrior surfacing from a dark night U made friends and family members doubt my words and actions Taxed both and played rumor host U threaten me with the most disgusting realities of fatalities cuz you have money and sour unhappy power You think you are the all seeing eye and forgot about the rulers of heavenly spaces You raced against me on the mic with the gift of the gab and never let me in to reply against the condemnation of your sentence U locked me up for having my own unique taste in music and for listening to other artists You sent me away and brought me back to old environments because of safety and boredom in injustices with lack of fairness Hit an angle made a square in to lose hair again in fits of jealous fists Left me in the epitome of a warring circus of a world on purpose Same defiant souls trapped around me delivering different topics But never the truth Not even half Then try to cut me up and prepare me for slices you sick bitch trying to tangle me in for your piece of the bite While untangling your musty puzzle Dried earth and old musty funk Like cobwebs stored in the dumps of your pickup truck Good luck with eye for an eye and tooth for an tooth That's enough karmaic foreshadowing to reply questions implied in your constant need back for some truth While thinking you'll cover up proof With both of your hooves and insulting horns Adorning the lost moments that were never good that I mourn Clouds dissapear torn Out of thin air A plane flies by and crashes as it fades to dissapear Like the good sweet stuff you've done And whispered back in my ear Something I can hear Without dropping a tear Moving coming up high back upstairs Leaving your door unlocked on again Piecing together the weather of my pen My pain in cold wind frozen My hate in desert breezes never showing a cool day for one day this summer Looking back at your picture I wonder How I can hear your exaggerated lies over the thunder Your brittle tone of blame naming comments in despair To let u get the last word in for the world so you can always have the world on your side here Fuck me When I need a friend Give me a conspiracy instead Make even a flower serious loathing To do worse than kill what's already dead And see if u find happiness in those long hallways ticking clocks in cloaks Red Said go home tonight And sit alone Really sit alone and think Where it ends and where it begins again And gathers too much space and distance to reconnect and link I'll give u my heart for one night to feel with And watch your whole mood sink Prescribed by what society to have u judge me Eye and defy me Bug me out and make me wait for worse Not knowing how far you'll take a fake revenge Caution now to complimentary friends Caution to anything found here by the breaking bridges bend And my message I send is with glory in it Upright by choice and flies out west What do you know about champion sounders Probably nothing so competitive to work through whose always better at never doing the same deeds the best My microphone never rests and my voice is loud enough to not need one 1/1/1 979 I am fine with love With you I'm all done So give space where it's needed for you to fly like u always have time to do And I write a honest rhyme for a few they will feud Run on and knock But they can't block the mystery of wings when I emcee sing Cuz I fly too Juz a little bit different from you Drum crew And yesterday is yesterday And tomorrow I reckon renews each new day strengthened by wit straightened out like two wings Soaring through the horizontal atmosphere Of last year's tear drop drying I needed that Thank you God For your shoulder for crying You were the only one that was there You are the only one still here And the only one I need In times where the soul of my mic bleeds Take me to plenty love Usher me help from angels above Take me to plenty You make the universe a magical makeshift. By Maya Mitchell aka mc KALi
Try listening to that intro from the beginning up till 0:35 on your car stereo while driving under the street lamps on a summer night and try to tell me you don't feel like fucking James Bond on steroids.
I think you're more in love with the idea of her than her as well.. how could you actually love someone you don't know? You know? But I understand where you're coming from completely.
I dont love her. I dont even know her. Do i love their music? Yeah. In a big way. I like all of them and not just shirley. All of them together are more than the sum of their total.
LOVE HIM WHY SHOULD I CARE-ITS NOT LIKE ITS GOING ANYWHERE-GARBAGE-SHIRLEY GORGEOUS WITH FIRE HAIR-YOUR VOICE LIFTS ME IN THE AIR-NOW I STARE AT YOU CUZ I CARE-TO LET YOU KNOW-WHERE YOU GO-YOUR BIGGEST FANS AND FOLLOWERS-LOVE YOU FLOWER........... find more of me on youtube under mc kali-manic mc kali-merge mc kali-bass biology
Curve did this first, and better! I ain't hating on Garbage by any means, I'm just throwing out my opinion. And yes, I know they're like assholes...opinions that is ;)
I love Garbage so much, but the lyric quality (for me) has declined rapidly through the years. The first album is so strong, but BLM (with exceptions) is pretty poor.
