di Skin, Lewis, Kent, France

SKUNK ANANSIE

Lost in time I can’t count the words
I said when I thought they went unheard
All of those harsh thoughts so unkind
‘Cos I wanted you

And now I sit here I’m all alone
So here sits a bloody mess, tears fly home
A circle of angels deep in war
‘Cos I wanted you

Weak as I am, no tears for you
Weak as I am, no tears for you
Deep as I am, I’m no one’s fool
Weak as I am

So what am I now? I’m love’s last hope
I’m all of the soft words I once owned
If I opened my heart, there’d be no space for air
‘Cos I wanted you

Weak as I am, no tears for you
Weak as I am, no tears for you
Deep as I am, I’m no one’s fool
Weak as I am

In this tainted soul
In this weak young heart
Am I too much for you?

…

Di Winehouse, Smith

AMY WINEHOUSE

Your neighbors were screaming
I don’t have a key for downstairs
So I punched all the buzzers
Hoping you wouldn’t be there

And now my head’s hurting
You say I always get my own way
But you were in the shower when I got there
And I’d have wanted to stay
But I got nothing to say

You were so beautiful before today
And then I heard what you say, man, that was ugly
The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas
(Put it in the box, put it in the box)
Frank’s in there, and I don’t care
(Put it in the box, put it in the box)
Just take it, take the box, take the box

I came home this evening
And nothing felt like how it should be
I feel like writing you a letter
But that’s not me, you know me
Feel so fucking angry
Don’t wanna be reminded of you
But when I left my shit in your kitchen
I said goodbye to your bedroom
That smelled of you…

di M. Followill, J. Followill

KINGS OF LEON

Huff men don’t take no nonsense
He’s here to rectify
He’s got his black belt buckle
And the red mans fire in his eyes

You with your switchblade posse
I’ll get my guns from the south
We’ll take to the yard like a cock fight
For kicks, who’s struttin’ now?

This party’s overrated
But there ain’t shit else to do
She’s a lovin’ on the boy from the city
I’ll be lovin’ him under my shoe

You with your switchblade posse
I’ll get my guns from the south
We’ll take to the yard like a cock fight
For kicks, who’s struttin’ now?

You with your switchblade posse
I’ll get my guns from the south
We’ll take to the yard like a cock fight
For kicks, who’s struttin’ now?…