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Addicted To The Music
03:37
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Ooh the pre-drinks in and out the door we fly,
Ooh to the greatest gig in town we roll tonight,
With the rhythm pumping through our souls,
A little thing called sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll,
‘Cause when the lights go down and the show begins, adrenaline fills the air,
When the volume’s up and the beat kicks in you know you better shut up and stare
We’re the crowd at the door and we see the dance floor and we’re ready to abuse it,
‘Cause we’re united we’re addicted to the music
Ooh the decibels are flying through the roof,
Yeah and the lyrics drive the meaning of our truths,
The room is blazed with flashing lights,
‘Cause we’re gonna party all freaking night yeah
‘Cause when the lights go down and the show begins, adrenaline fills the air,
When the volume’s up and the beat kicks in you know you better shut up and stare
We’re the crowd at the door and we see the dance floor and we’re ready to abuse it,
‘Cause we’re united we’re addicted to the music
The singer riffing out the vocal tricks,
Oh and the guitarist pulling all the chicks
‘Cause when the lights go down and the show begins, adrenaline fills the air,
When the volume’s up and the beat kicks in you know you better shut up and stare
We’re the band, we’re the stars, with a six-string guitar and we’re not afraid to use it,
‘Cause we’re united we’re addicted to the music
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2. |
Backs Against The Wall
04:00
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We watch the dusk fade into darkness,
A thousand voices distorted in the distance we grow between us, we still can't find the answer.
The words of wisdom from politicians echoing down the megaphone, the crowd that gathers, their faith in tatters for still they have no answer.
The dry excuses are soaked with sorrow, the treason May now reveal its sins, the guilt is lurking, we'll keep on working until we find our answer.
We used to fly our British flags with endless pride,
But now we watch the news and see our taxes rise,
With generations fighting and rich against the poor,
We're lined up with our backs against the walls,
We watch the dusk fade into darkness, our walls graffitied with enmity, the pound declining, our leaders signing the documents that divide us.
The tide is rising in a bald tsunami racing towards our seashores, our former allies now foreign enemies laughing in our faces,
We used to fly our British flag with endless pride,
But now we watch the news and see our taxes rise,
With generations fighting and rich against the poor,
We're lined up with our backs against the walls,
And the bricks are falling, and the curtain's calling,
We hardly need our eyes to see that the sun has nearly set and we're blinded by regret.
We watch the dusk fade into darkness, a thousand voices distorted in the distance we grow between us, we still can't find the answer.
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3. |
Can't Fake It
03:19
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Ooh the city’s busy, the traffic lights are frozen red,
The boss is waiting to throw a hammer through my head,
And I can’t blame him, because I’m late for work again,
And I dream and I try,
I laugh as I cry ‘cause I can’t fake it,
The boss confronts me, and smoke is fuming out his ears,
I like my chances, to win employee of the year,
‘Cause I’m still learning how to free my life from sin,
And this pressure inside I just cannot hide ‘cause I can’t fake it
The boss confronts me, your service is no more required,
It’s just a polite way to say to hell and back you’re fired,
The CV’s glowing as unemployment defines my life,
And when the taxman calls my name,
I’ll burst into flames ‘cause I can’t fake it
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4. |
Heat
03:34
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Picture a creature so blazed with beauty,
How can I reach her? My fingers burnt from flames that suffuse me,
The heat can burn my legs,
The heat can burn my arms,
Can melt away my sanity but will never touch my heart,
Mysterious woman, why do you try to blind me?
Burning through my eyes,
And high rise flames I can’t escape from,
Smoke may gas my lungs,
Heat may sting my scars,
Her poison scolds my tongue,
But will never touch, never touch my heart,
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5. |
Red Hot Woman
02:57
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I’ll be riding back to Guildford, I’ll be riding my way back home,
Riding back back to Guildford all night long,
Through the traffic of the M25, I could not feel more alive,
Riding home to see my girl,
Now she’s a red hot woman,
She’s a red hot woman
And in the green, green grass of Guildford we will walk ‘til the sun dawns,
The Surrey hills still standing oh so strong,
See I’ve travelled this whole damn country to ask this girl to marry me,
And nothing’s gonna stop me, no nothing’s gonna stop me from removing her thong,
She’s a red hot woman,
She’s a red hot woman yeah
Now Guildford cathedral seemed a nice romantic place to ask her if she wanted to be my wife,
She said ‘not a chance I have no doubts, I’d rather claw my eyeballs out’, and I had never been so shocked in all my life,
Now she’s a cold and bitter woman,
She’s a cold and bitter woman,
She’s a cold and bitter woman,
She’s cold and bitter,
I’ve seen fitter,
There’s plenty on tinder,
She’s a cold and bitter woman
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6. |
Señorita
04:08
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Jamie Felton England, UK
-23 year old musician from Oxfordshire
-Wide range of genres: rock, pop, ballad, latino, funk, comedy, country, Spanish
guitar,
-Unique and unpredictable song concepts/ lyrical content
-1st class honours degree in music & songwriting
-Distinctions in grade 8 guitar and music theory
-Victories at Banbury, Aylesbury and Oxford's got talent
-650+ gigs
-Dynamic and visually-exciting live show
... more
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