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George Michael: Patience

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Sony Music Entertainement
Released: 2004
Time:
 70:14
Category: Pop
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: *******... (7/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.georgemichael.com
Appears with: Wham!
Purchase date: 2004.08.16
Price in €: 12,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Patience (G.Michael) - 2:53
[2] Amazing (Douglas/G.Michael) - 4:25
[3] John and Elvis Are Dead (Austin/G.Michael) - 4:23
[4] Cars and Trains (Douglas/G.Michael) - 5:51
[5] Round Here (G.Michael) - 5:55
[6] Shoot The Dog (G.Michael) - 5:07
[7] My Mother Had a Brother (G.Michael) - 6:17
[8] Flawless [Go to the City] (Alexander/Matthew/G.Michael/Stumm/Turnier/Wooden) - 6:51
[9] American Angel (Cushnan/Flynn/Jackman/G.Michael) - 4:07
[10] Precious Box (G.Michael) - 7:39
[11] Please Send Me Someone [Anselmo's Song] (Barry/David/G.Michael) - 5:26
[12] Freeek! '04 (Bell/Brown/Cushnan/Flynn/Handy/Horne/Jackman/G.Michael) - 4:28
[13] Through (G.Michael) - 5:22
[14] Parience [Reprise] (G.Michael) - 1:30

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


GEORGE MICHAEL - Vocals, Bass, Guitar, Piano, Keyboards, Arranger, Producer, drum programming

JOHNNY DOUGLAS - Keyboards, Producer, Drum programming
JAMES JACKMAN - Keyboards, Arranger, Producer, drum programming

RUADHRI CUSHNAN - Keyboards,Arranger, Programming, Producer
PHIL PALMER - Guitar
MICHAEL BROWN - Guitar
CHRIS CAMERON - Piano
GRAHAM SILBIGER - Bass Guitar
DAVID AUSTIN - Keyboards
PETE GLEADALL - Keyboards
JOEL BRYANT - Background Vocals
LUKE SMITH - Wurlitzer

NIALL FLYNN - Arranger, Producer, Engineer
DAVID AUSTIN - Programming
PETE GLEADALL - Programming
DAVID ARNOLD - Orchestration
JOANNA BAILEY - Direction

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


2004 CD Sony International 515402
2004 CD Ægean/Epic 92080



Almost immediately after he became an international superstar with 1987's Faith, George Michael developed a complex that he was not taken seriously as an artist. He was right — he wasn't being taken seriously, but at the height of their success, mainstream pop stars rarely are; it's only after they've been around for a while that critics and audiences alike appreciate the craft behind their best work. Elton John and Madonna both are pop icons who earned good reviews after they proved their lasting power, but Michael, for want of a better phrase, didn't have enough patience to wait to be regarded as an artist, not just a pop star. So, he followed Faith with 1990's Listen Without Prejudice, Vol. 1, whose very title was a plea to skeptics to shed their preconceived notions of him and hear the music anew. At the time, it seemed like this was temporary hiccup, a somber exorcism Michael needed to work through as an artist, but over the years, it's clear that this was the blueprint for his solo career. Not that there have been that many albums since then, of course. Michael took six years to deliver Older, a delay that was initially blamed on a vicious battle with his record company, Sony, but its own successor, Patience, didn't appear for another eight years, a time which not only had no spats with the label but also saw him re-signing to Sony. Those long, long separations between albums suggest that Michael is a painstaking perfectionist in the studio, and Patience sure sounds like the work of a musician who spent every day of those eight years working on these 14 tracks (12 on the U.S. version; the anti-Bush and -Blair "Shoot the Dog" was excised for the American CD, presumably because it would be too controversial, but who knows why the reprise of "Patience" was cut).

While there are unifying lyrical and musical themes throughout the album, each track is its own entity, scrubbed, polished, and manicured without regard to how it fits alongside the next. There's an excessive attention to detail to each song, and that tunnel vision means each song runs about a minute or two longer than it should, which ultimately makes Patience seems twice as long as its actual running time. That's unfortunate because the core of the album is quite good: it's hard not to admire his studiocraft, there's a starkly confessional streak in his writing that's disarmingly direct, and, as an album, it balances the moody ballads and sleek neo-disco better than Older, feeling much brighter than that claustrophobic affair. If there's a lack of incessantly catchy hooks or undeniable rhythms — in other words, singles as indelible as those on Faith, or even Listen Without Prejudice — that feels like a conscious decision by Michael, as if any concession to chart-bound pop would cheapen his music and diminish his chances of being taken seriously. They would have lightened the mood of the decidedly somber and portentous Patience, which is clearly not what Michael wants, since by stretching out each song and burying his hooks beneath the album's shiny surfaces and preponderance of mid-tempos, he's forcing listeners to work to understand his intentions. For some fans, it's worth the effort, particularly since it's his best album since Listen Without Prejudice (not saying much since it's only his second album of original material since then), but it's hard not to hear it and think that Michael's ultimate ambitions would be better served if he tightened up and lightened up just a little bit.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - All Music Guide



For his diehard fans - who entertained themselves with 1999's campy collection of standards, Songs from the Last Century, and waited eight years to hear new material, Patience proves to be their great reward. Like fellow '80s icon Prince, who also made a comeback in 2004 with the inspired Musicology, George Michael returns to making music that's both a platform for his proselytizing and substantive enough to please the masses. Lyrically, Michael revisits the universal themes of love, loss, persecution, and redemption found on 1990's excellent, Listen Without Prejudice, Vol. 1. But in light of his more recent indiscretions - namely, his humiliating arrest in 1998 for soliciting a male police officer in a Beverly Hills park bathroom - the openly gay Michael isn't afraid to tackle more personal subject matter. On the poignant "My Mother Had a Brother," he laments the suicide of his uncle, who felt tormented by his own homosexuality. As he did with the melancholy "Jesus to a Child" (from 1996's Older), here the 40-year-old pop star dedicates a song - the Latin-tinged "Please Send Me Someone (Anselmo's Song)" - to a lover who died of AIDS. This time, however, Michael sounds optimistic that his prayers for another companion will be answered, and on the breezy "Amazing" and the soaring "American Angel," he sings of the new love that sustains him. Although no Michael effort would be complete without his waxing philosophical in his breathtaking falsetto about the injustices of God and man - addressed here on the somber title track and the borderline-silly "John and Elvis Are Dead" - Patience finds the singer-songwriter in a more festive mood. In the vein of Faith's "I Want Your Sex" and Older's "Fastlove," Michael waves his glow stick on the fervent disco anthems "Precious Box," "Freeek! 04," and "Flawless (Go to the City)." Although the tortured "Through" -on which he claims, "Suddenly, the audience is so cruel" - suggests that this disc may be his last, for our sake let's hope Michael merely needs another lengthy sabbatical to craft his next masterpiece.

Tracy E. Hopkins - Barnes & Noble



The disc, which sounds like a sequel to 1990's sublime Listen Without Prejudice Vol. 1, demonstrates why the British star should have been -- and could still wind up being, if he doesn't stick to his claim that this will be his last CD -- the Elton John of his generation.

Chuck Arnold - People Magazine



It must be hard being a George Michael fan. Patience is only his fourth studio effort in the 18 years since Wham! split, so its release must be some cause for celebration. There always seems to have been something preventing him from releasing a new album--from arrests for lewd behavior, protracted battles with record companies, or prolonged periods of grieving for departed family and friends. Thankfully, Patience is pretty good. Flitting between fraught ballads and up-tempo adult pop (the misguided sample-laden single "Freeek!" being the unnecessary exception), George here returns to the structure and mood of 1990s Listen Without Prejudice, Vol. 1. Patience is at its most delicate and moving with its title track, the intense, tabloid-attacking "Through" and the painful family memories of "My Mother Had a Brother." To balance this, hearts will be raised by "Amazing," with its echoes of the Bee Gees, "Round Here," in which George remembers his early days scampering around Bushey with Andrew Ridgley, and "Cars and Trains," which celebrates the kind of lifestyle that so riled the LAPD back in 1998. That's the thing about George Michael these days. Love him or loathe him, he is unapologetically himself. And fans should be very grateful for that.

Dominic Wills - Amazon.com



Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou alias George Michael hat es acht Jahre nach Older nun doch noch geschafft, endlich wieder ein vollwertiges Studioalbum abzuliefern. Ob es wirklich sein letztes sein wird, wie der Künstler bekannt gegeben hat, bleibt abzuwarten. Sollte die Entscheidung wirklich Bestand haben, dann ist George Michael mit Patience ein würdiger Abschied gelungen, vor allem auch deshalb, weil er sich wieder ganz auf seine Stärken als Songwriter besinnt und auf jeden überflüssigen Ballast verzichtet. Stücke wie "Amazing", die erste Single, die er zusammen mit Johnny Douglas (Koproduzent von Older) geschrieben hat, oder das im Downtempo-Bereich angesiedelte "John And Elvis Are Dead" überzeugen neben ihrem aufgeräumten Klangdesign, da ist einfach kein Platz für überflüssige Verzierungen, vor allem durch die starke Gesangsperformance von George Michael, der auch für die Produktion und die Arrangements des Albums alleine verantwortlich zeichnet. Einen Ausfall sucht man auf dem Longplayer vergeblich. George Michael liefert mit Songs wie dem lässig groovenden "Cars And Trains" und dem mit einer betörenden Melodie veredelten "Round Here" genug schlagkräftige Argumente, warum man das Ende seiner Karriere ausgiebig bedauern sollte. Es gibt in der heutigen Musikszene einfach zu wenig Songwriter, die Stücke in der Qualität von "My Mother Had A Brother" oder "Flawless (Go To The City)" abliefern.

Norbert Schiegl - Amazon.de
 

 L y r i c s


Patience

It's like a conversation, where no-one stops to breathe
Is it my imagination, or did God already leave the table?
Such destruction, and pure white castles in the sand
No time for introduction
With all that money changing hands

And the satellite says, "Take a look at all we have"
But the old man says,
"You want my family, for your liberty...I can't do that."

Look into the eyes of any patient man
Whether they be amber, green or blue,
There's a piece of God staring back at you
But they see our children, and the old folk fend for themselves
They see our broken women
On imaginary shelves

But the satellite says, "Won't you people look at all we have?
Don't you want it?

Can't you see the things that you lack?"

Children in his arms, he turns his back.


Amazing

I was mixed up when you came to me
Too broke to fix
Said'daddy get you gone, I'm missing my baby'
Still missing my baby

I was stitched up by the hands of fate
Said how you gonna make it on your own
If luck is a lady?
Maybe luck is a lady

I was going down for the third time
My heart was broken, I was not open to your suggestions
I had so many questions
That you just kissed away

Tell me, I guess that cupid was in disguise
That day you walked in and changed my life
I think it's amazing
The way that love can set you free

So now I walk in the midday sun
I never thought that my savior would come
I think it's amazing
I think it's amazing

I think you're amazing

You tried to save me from myself
Said 'Darling, kiss as many as you want!
My love's still available
And I know you're insatiable'

We're like victims of the same disease
Look at your Big Bad Daddy, and your mom
And your mom...was always acting crazy

I was going down for the third time
My heart was broken, I thought that loving you was out of the question
Then I saw my reflection
Saying please don't let this go

Tell me, I guess that cupid was in disguise
That day you walked in and changed my life
I think it's amazing
The way that love can set you free

So now I walk in the midday sun
I never thought that my savior would come
I think it's amazing
I think you're amazing

Celebrate the love of the one you're with

Celebrate, this life with your baby
I think you should celebrate yeah
Don't put your love in chains baby
No no, walk in the midday sun
I thought I was dreaming
I think it's amazing
I think you're amazing

I said celebrate the love of the one you're with

As this life gets colder
And the devil inside
Tells you to give up


John & Elvis Are Dead

Close friend of mine as a child fell into a slumber
No sign of life since '75
Then one day he just, what do you know
I guess God just called his number

He called me up he called me up and said
"I've been awake about a week
I'm thinking about asking the doctor
If he could put me back to sleep"
Then he laughed and said
"Hey all the girls they look the same"
Don't they know just what their mothers
Paid in blood, and tears to change

But the words that made me cry
The thing he softly said
It stayed with me, it keeps messing with my head
He said, "If Jesus Christ is alive and well
Then how come John & Elvis are dead?"

Youth, beautiful youth
We walked through the walls until we found the truth
And said "Change it, it's ugly just change it"
Everyone we used to know
Must have given up, so long ago
You can see it, it's written on their faces
And the inside of their clothes

But the words that made me cry
'Cos I knew just what they meant
He turned to me and said
"Hey boy, if Jesus Christ is alive and well
Then how come John & Elvis are dead?"

"Tell me if Jesus Christ is alive and well
Then how come Marvin & Elvis are dead?"

I said "If Jesus Christ is going to save us from ourselves
How come peace, love and Elvis are dead?"


Cars & Trains

(Hello you've reached the afterlife message center.
The god you are trying to reach is not available to take your call...)

Mama's gone and got herself a new man
It's a shame,
He's the same
Mama please please, stop pretending
This time, you won't end in tears
I find myself, with a new daddy
My mama needs love you see
Guess she don't wanna be lonely

And nobody's keeping score
I don't say hi to those guys no more
Said mama can't you feel me
Holding my breath as they knock, knock, knock on our door

You're just taking your ass to the top of that building
Throwing yourself under cars and trains
Taking the pill that you know will kill you
Under the wheels,
The same, the same....

Johnny's gone and got himself a new man
He gets laid, every day
Johnny please please, stop pretending
This time, may just end in tears
Take care of yourself
Because you won't find 'daddy'
When you're popping those pills
Oh Johnny, is the danger just part of the thrill?

And nobody's keeping score
Johnny those guys that you shake it for
I said "Johnny can't you hear them
Saying mama knows best as they knock, knock,
knock on your door"

You're just taking your ass to the top of that building
Throwing yourself under cars and trains
Taking the pill that you know will kill you
Under the wheels, the same, the same

Taking your ass to the top of that building
Throwing yourself under cars and trains
Taking the pill that you know will kill you
Under the wheels, wheels, wheels

Taking your ass to the top of that building
Under cars and trains
Taking the pill that you know will kill you
The same, the same, the same...

Pretty girl, little girl, what were you thinking
Just 18 at the time
You were a mother and child, at the same time
You were a mother and child
So young and fucked up baby
Always higher than a child should see...
Forgive me

To the top of that building
Under cars and trains
Taking the pill that you know will kill you
Under the wheels, wheels, wheels

Mama don't you let him stay

From bastard to loser, hurt you, used you in every way,
Mama, don't let him stay, please
Don't let him stay

I said Jesus, Mary, and the Saints above,
Won't you show him love?

I said Jesus, Mary, and the Saints above,
Won't you show him love?


Round Here

My daddy got here on the gravy train
I guess my mama had a real bad start to the game
They went walking and she took his name
Round here

There was dancing in the afternoons those days
Waiting tables, chasing girls with the money he made
It was 1957, and love felt the same, love felt the same

Frightened little girl, she makes a break
Into the arms of... something better
Round here

I hear my mama call in Kingsbury Park
Just me and David and a football that glowed in the dark
Waiting patiently to make my mark
Round here

And I remember my first day at school
And I remember trouble, and thinking I was so cool
I remember it all, like yesterday

Don't you

Every time I try to leave this place
Something inside says, "You can do better"
Round here

So come with me, let me show you where I've lived
I want to put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, to The Beat
Even though I think I've seen everything there is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth

When all that I wanted, was to be someone.

Two little Hitlers in an old church hall
Some cheesy covers and those neighbours that banged on the walls
Andy says it's time to show them all
Round here

Please sir, we two have other plans
Please sir you would not understand,
What's going on
Is magical, can't you see
That some of us do more than dream

Every time I try to leave this place
Something inside says, "Keep on keeping, on and on...."
Around here

So come with me, let me show you where I've lived
I want to put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, ABC
Even though I think I've seen everything there is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth

My birth,
In this town,
Yes I guess I got to be someone

To be somebody
In the Beautiful city

This place I call home
These streets of London
It's everything I know (everything and everybody)
On the streets of London
I want to thank you

My daddy got here on the gravy train.


Shoot The Dog

GTI, Hot Shot,
He parks it there, just to piss me off.
Bullyboy, gonna show ya who's tough,
I'm gonna shoot the dog, I'm gonna shoot the dog

It's party time, everyday
I spent Saturday night on Novocaine
Called the pigs, but nobody came
I'm gonna shoot the dog, I'm gonna shoot the dog... (come on ladies)

Nine nine nine gettinjiggy
People did tou see that fire in the City?
It's like we're fresh out of democratic,
Gotta get yourself a little something semi-automatic yeah...

That's why I'm always gettinstoned yeah
That's why I'm out there havinfun again
Good puppy, good puppy
Rolling on over...

Mustapha
Mazeltov,
The Gaza Boys,
All that holy stuff.
I got the feelinwhen it all goes off,
They're gonna shot the dog, they're gonna shoot the dog.

So, Cherie my dear,
Could you leave the way clear for sex tonight?
Tell him
"Tony Tony Tony, I know that you are horny, but there's
somethin bout that Bush ain't right"

Nine nine nine gettinjiggy
People did tou see that fire in the City?
It's like we're fresh out of democratic,
Gotta get yourself a little something semi-automatic yeah...

That's why I'm always gettinstoned yeah
That's why I'm out there havinfun again
Good puppy, good puppy,
Rolling on over for The Man...

The Ayatollah's gettinbombed yeah,
See Sergeant Bilko having fun again,
Good puppy, good puppy,
Rolling on over for The Man...

I believe, I believe what the old man said
Though I know that there's no lord above
I believe in me, I believe in you
And you know I believe in love
I believe in truth though I lie a lot
I feel the pain from the push and shove
No matter what you put me through
I'll still believe in love
And I say

Cherie Baby, Spliff up
I wanna kick back mamma
And watch the world cup with ya baby
Yeah, that's right!
We're getting freeky tonight
Stay with me tonight
Let's have some fun while Tony's stateside
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
See Tony dancing with Dubya
Don't you wanna know why?


My Mother Had A Brother

My mother had a brother
They say that I was born on the day that he died
Someone to cling to, she said
When all the noises and the shame came calling

My mother had a brother
I thought I knew them all, I thought I knew
But she lied
I said, "Show me his face again, tell me again why he died"

She said he couldn't wait for the things that I've seen
She said he wasn't strong enough, he never dared to dream a life like mine

My mother had a brother
Over-sensitive and kind
Seems it all became much too much for him..
It seems he took his own life
Mum, I can't imagine the joy and pain in equal measure
Tears in the dirt, and all over your newborn treasure

I guess he had to wait until my momma had me
I guess he couldn't wait another moment to be free
In endless sky.....

But mama will you tell him from your boy
The times they changed
I guess the world was getting warmer
And we got stronger
Mother will you tell him about my joy
I live each day for him
The sun came out, yeah, and I'm just breathing it in

[breathing...]

My mother had a brother
Same desire, different time
Seems the empty spaces tortured him
Until he took his own life

I don't know why I waited so long for love
I just don't know what I was thinking of..
All that wasted time

But mama will you tell him from your boy
The times they changed
I guess the world was getting warmer
While we got stronger
Mother will you tell him about my joy
I live each day with him
Your son came out, yeah,
And I'm still breathing it in

And I swear now that freedom is here
I'm gonna taste it all for you boy
I'm bad to the bone, I'm just a little torn
I'm making so much love

So those of us who have nothing to fear
We've got to make damn sure that it was worth it
I'm bad to the bone, I'm just a little stoned
I'm making so much love

I was a prisoner, but he saved me
Broke into my dreams and said, "Who cares?"
I was a prisoner, so disgrace me
I'm glad to be home
And I don't believe they care.


Flawless (Go To The City)

'Cause you’re beautiful
(Like no other)
'Cause you’re beautiful
take me, make me,
'(Cause you’re beautiful). take me tonight, they’ll see you tonight

Beautiful .... beautiful

And it’s no good waiting by the window
It’s no good waiting for the sun
Please believe me, the things you dream of
They don’t fall in the laps of no-one

And it’s no good . . . Waiting, waiting
And it’s no good . . . Waiting

You got to go to the city

Always the same
Always the same dreams yeah yeah
Always the same (yes you’re moving’ up)

Well you’ve Gotta think of something
'Cause your job pays you nothing
But you got the things God gave you
So the music may yet be your saviour

Gotta be a way, some way
Gotta be some way to make your way to the light
(All the girls say)
Gotta be some way, today, today,
maybe tonight, maybe tonight

And it’s always the same . . .
Always the same (yes you’re moving’ up)
Always the same dreams yeah yeah
Always the same (yes you’re moving’ up)

You’re beautiful, you are, and you know it
mmmmmm You’re wasted here, you’re a star
In this small town of hand-me-downs
who don’t even know it

Sometimes it brings you down
Sometimes it eats you up
Sometimes you think that your head’s going to blow it
It doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t get better . . .

Don’t you know, you’ve Gotta go to the city
You Gotta reach the other side of the glass
I think you’ll make it in the city baby
I think you know that you are more than just
some fucked up piece of ass

Gotta be a way, some way
Gotta be some way to make your way to the light
(All the boys say)
Gotta be some way, today, today, maybe tonight,
They’ll see you tonight

And it's always the same
Always the same (moving’ up)
Always the same dreams yeah yeah
Always the same (yes you’re moving’ up)

because your beautiful
(like no other)
because your beautiful
take me, make me
because your beautiful
take me tonight, and see it in light
because your beautiful, beautiful,beautiful

And it’s no good waiting by the window
It’s no good waiting for the sun
Please believe me, the things you dream of
They don’t fall in the laps of no-one

And it’s no good . . . Waiting, waiting
And it’s no good . . . Waiting yey

You got to go to the city
You got to go to the city, yeah
we gonna find you there, uh huh
because your beautiful......uh huh
because your beautiful
because your beautiful

Sometimes it brings you down
Sometimes it eats you up
Sometimes you think that your head’s going to blow it
It doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t get better . . .
don't you know ,you got to go to the city
You’ve Gotta reach the other side of the glass
I think you’ll make it in the city baby
I think you know that you are more than just
some fucked up piece of ass

always the same
more than just......
always the same dreams baby
always the same.....
cause you gotta think of something
'Cause your job pays you nothing
you’ve got the things God gave you
So the music may yet be your saviour

Do you wanna saviour save save save that you do Yeah
You know you’re wasted here, wasted here
And there ain’t no miracles happening any time soon ...
Happening any time soon ...

always the same, always the same, always the same
always the same, always the same, always the same
always the same.


American Angel

Bless the day you came into my life, I still remember
Horny cowboy with your stars and stripes
Bringing the light into my day
With that Texan smile

Too afraid to love, to hope that you would stay
So broken that I never saw you chase the past away

My American Angel, he doesn't want to fight (doesn't need to fight)
My U.S of Angel, holds me in the dead of night
Takes away that fear that I carried forever
You stopped to wipe away my tears
And you stayed forever and more

(I don't think that I...)

Yesterday it seemed my life was colder than December
All alone I watched the eagles fly
Even the light seemed to have changed
In the Californian sky

Through all of those battles then you came
Stepped out of the fading light
Said, "Baby I'm American, dry your eyes again,
Because I'm here to save your life"

My American Angel, he doesn't want to fight (doesn't need to fight)
My U.S of Angel, holds me in the dead of night
Takes away that fear that I carried forever
You stopped to wipe away my tears
But you stayed forever amore

And more, didn't you baby..

Because I don't think that I could love and lose again
I don't think I have the strength
I don't think I have the strength

I don't think that I...


Precious Box

In my house there's a circle, where the life comes in
From the stars to my home, down through the stone,
I could have been so alone,
Without my precious box
Have I a family? I guess not
I've never seen a lot of beauty
In my life.

Well in your house there are servants, and the lights all dim
Such a beautiful home, your agent's on the phone, they never
leave you alone
The party never stops!
You say that's fantasy, I say "So what, I need a little beauty..."

So let me in,
You know you've kind of got under my skin
You know we never see a lot of the action round here
My dear
You may want to strip again

And you look so fine in your Gucci suit
And you're making more money than your daddy
could have imagined
But people can go out of fashion, honey, yeah, any time

So take that picture, stop acting so dumb
Don't you know that the moment will come
I will find someone like you
But with something extra, I'm sorry baby
I don't know why
I don't know why that is

The systematic breakdown of my community
You know I hate my job, I try to save but God
There's just never enough
Switch on, the pressure - stops
You know the one for me, she's on Fox
And she's a little beauty...

Give me your life, give me your life, I want it
Because lately, it's so freezing out here
(This side of the glass, life keeps kicking my ass)
In so many ways, but you make it good
Made me the kind of happy that my baby never could
(This side of the glass...)

So take that picture, stop acting so dumb
Don't you know that the moment will come
I will find someone like you
But with something extra, I'm so sorry baby
I don't know why
I don't know why that is

Precious keeps me company
Keeps me from being alone

Because no-one comes in the morning
No-one comes in the evening time
I'd sit and wait for the phone to ring
I could be waiting my whole damn life

So sick of the same old faces
In this street, where nobody talks to me
And the funny side of the situation is
I don't care, I'll always be there

When you come down from the sky
And make yourself at home
In my house

Because these days it's the money the money
The money, honey, or your life
I said don't you know you can't have both

Stop acting so dumb
The moment will come
I will find someone like you
Something extra, (always happens baby to me) sorry baby
I don't know why (something)
Said I don't know why that is

You may want to strip again
You may want to let me in
You may want to sacrifice
More than you think is fair or right

You may want to think again
You may want to watch your friends
You may want to change your mind
You may wish you could turn back time.


Please Send Me Someone (Anselmo's Song)

Some people said, if I could only care for you
Some people said, he will never love again
Some people said, you can see it in his eyes
He keeps it all inside and yet . . . .
Some people say, in time, we all teach ourselves to live this way

And for a thousand days, I was lost
I thought never to be found,
Underground
And don't you think I'm ready now?
So please send me someone to love . . .

Please send me someone, someone to love
As much as I loved you
(The way I loved you, darlin')
Please, please send me someone, someone to love
Please send me someone

Any time, any day, any time, any day now
Any time any day, any time, any day now
Please, please send me someone
Just to hold me now that you're gone

Some people say, "I hope you know I'm there for you"
Some of the people said - nothing,
And nothing was just fine
(You know how I get sometimes . . .)

And for a thousand days, I was lost
I said, "Heaven knows I'm ready to be found",
Underground
But I think I'm ready now
So please send me someone to love

Please send me someone, someone to love
As much as I loved you
Please, please send me someone, someone to love
Please send me someone
Please send me someone

Any time any day any time any day now
Any time any day any time any day now
Please, please send me someone

So say that you will, because the nights are long
Without our song to sing
Just search the clouds until . . . until
So say that you will
Show me right from wrong,
Without our song to sing
Just search the clouds until . . . until
And Darlin' darlin' though I can't replace you, there's a
space in my heart
A space that you left in my heart
Just give me something that will pull me back from the blue

Oh send me someone like you

Darlin' darlin' no I can't replace you, there's a space in my heart
A space that you left in my heart
Just give me something that will pull me back from the blue

Please send me someone to love


Freeek!

Freeek!

[V1]
You got yourself some action
Said you got yourself a body
You got yourself an ass with
Mind of it's own bring something to the party You got yourself addicted
You shoot up, it saves you time
You got yourself a paycheck
Faces in the places where the sun don't shine

[CH1]
I'll be your sexual freeek (freeek)
Of the week
I'll be your inspirational brother (sister) Yo mama can't you see
I'll be your sexual freeek
Of the week (Ohh touch it)
I'll be your educational lover
Your one fxxx fantasy
Can I come on in, my sweet baby
Can I move on in
Can I come on in, my sweet baby,
Can I move on in

[V2]
You got yourself some action
Said you got your sexy Java
You got your speed connection
Free chat, fxxx that, get a little harder You got yourself a big bed
You shoot off, take your time
In the house with a bitch and a mouse
And your daddy's plastic how fantastic yeah

[CH2]
I'll be your sexual freeek (Back up on this) Of the week (Yeah . . . I
think I need a re-booty) I'll be your inspirational brother (Sister)
Yo mama can't you see
I'll be your sexual freeek (B,B,Back)
Of the week (B,B,Back back, sexy mama) (Sexual) I'll be your educational
lover
(Yeah) Your one fxxx fantasy

[BDG]
Sexual freeek (Sister)
I think I need a re-booty
Sexual freeek (Sister)
I'll be your sexual freeek, of the week
I'll be your inspirational brother, Yo mama can't you see I'll be your
sexual freeek, of the week
I'll be your educational lover, your one fxxx fantasy (Sister) (Baby)
Sexual freeek, (Baby) Inspirational brother You got yourself some action
Said you got yourself a body
You got yourself an ass with mind of its own brings something to the
party

[OUT CH]
Come on kids, don't be scared
It's a tits and ass world you gotta be prepared Come on kids, don't be
scared
It's a tits and ass world you gotta be prepared
Come on kids, you know
your mama and your daddy don't care Don't be scared, it's a tits and ass
world you gotta be prepared


Through

Is that enough?
I think it's over
See, everything has changed
And all this hatred may just make me strong enough
To walk away

They may chase me to the ends of the earth
But I've got you babe
And they may strip me of the things that I've worked for
But I've had my say

So hear me now
I've enough of these chains
I know they're of my making
No one else to blame for where I stand today
I've no memory of truth
But suddenly the audience is so cruel
So God, hey God you know why I'm through

Through

I guess it's tough, I guess I'm older
And everything must change
But all this cruelty and money instead of love
People, have we no shame?

They may chase me to the ends of the earth
But I've got you babe
And they may take away the things that I've worked for
But you'll pull me through

It's so clear to me now
I've enough of these chains
Life is there for the taking
What kind of fool would remain in this cheap gilded cage
I've no memory of truth
But suddenly the audience is so cruel
Oh God, I'm sorry

I think I'm through
I think I'm through
I think I'm, I know I'm...

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