Showing posts with label vocals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vocals. Show all posts

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Into the wild, wild night

I know that a certain bratty little lady love of mine, Hatty, of all the people (whowouldathoughtit?) loves this songs. I think I do too. Very cute.


Awww, little voley...

I falter

So, let's face it,
This was never what you wanted.


But I know, it's fun to pretend.
And now blank stares and empty threats are all I have.
They're all I have.


So drown me, and if you can,
Or we could just have conversation?


And I fall, I fall, I falter...
But I found you, before I drift away.


Now you still speak of day old hate.
Though your whole world has gone up in to flames.


And isn't it great to find that you're really worth nothing?
And how safe it is to feel safe?


So drown me, and if you can,
Or we could just have conversation?


And I fall, I fall, I falter.
But I found you, before I drift away.


The things we do just to stay alive.
The things we do just to stay alive...


The things we do just to stay alive.
The things that we do just to keep ourselves alive.

Monday, 17 October 2011

Home is where I want to be, but I guess I'm already there

I guess that this must be the place?


Patten's sweet suggestive vocal contributions compliment Mills' luscious, richly textured vocal perfectly. I think I'm in love with this. 
Such a tremendous cover of one of my favourite all time songs beats even this. Sorry baby boys, (Brooklyn will have to wait...).

Friday, 14 October 2011

That'swhathappenswhenyou'reonyourown



I didn't know it would come to this but, that's what happens when you're on your own.
And you're all right at letting nice things go.

Well I pawned the earrings that you gave me.
Golden metal flowers, dangling. And I almost cried and I sold them off.

And I don't mind livin' on bread and oranges, no no.
But I gotta get to and from where I come. It's gonna take money to go.

Oh no, ohh.

Tearin'loveapart

Is it bad that I kinda fancy the Xfactor's Craig Colton? Dear me. I should be ashamed of myself. Just can't control myself around them Northern lads.

Wink wink, nudge nudge...

Don't ever look back

And this. Awww baby girl, she gohn bring it.


Cringin', Number Four



I really do miss this little lady, back in the day before she really got her repulsive swag(ger) on. Not sure if she quite tops Miss Misha B of Kelly's troop, so fresh her roots are dragging mud through the fucking carpets. One to watch.



Cringin', Number Three

Major Xfactor thrills are kicking in... Cannot bloody wait for tomorrow night. Lame, right?

Tricky

I can't decide between these three beautiful and totally individual covers. Answers on the back of a postcard, please?








Cringin', Number Two

Is it bad that I totally fucking love Adele. Her performances at this year's Itunes Festival was spectacular, take a look...


And, what a cover! Nice one ladyface.