Jeff Buckley, Lover, You Should Have Come Over
can’t take my eyes off of you - lauryn hill
You’re just too good to be true.
Can’t take my eyes off of you.
You’d be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I’m alive.
You’re just too good to be true.
Can’t take my eyes off of you.
Pardon the way that I stare.
There’s nothing else to compare.
The sight of you leaves me weak.
There are no words left to speak.
But if you feel like I feel.
Please let me know that it’s real.
You’re just too good to be true.
Can’t take my eyes off of you.
I need you baby, if it’s quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say, “OK.” (it’s OK)
Oh pretty baby, “Don’t let me down,” I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby…
You’re just too good to be true.
Can’t take my eyes off of you.
You’d be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I’m alive.
You’re just too good to be true.
Can’t take my eyes off of you (I want you, I want you).
I need you baby, and if it’s quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say, “It’s OK.”
Oh pretty baby, “Don’t let me down,” I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby….
I need you baby, if it’s quite all right,
I love you baby, you warm a lonely night.
I need you baby.
Trust in me when I say, “It’s OK.”
Oh, oh pretty baby, “Don’t let me down,” I pray.
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby….
"it could be that this is some degree of sexism . m.i.a. had to deal with this with the respected website pitchfork.com where they assumed that diplo had produced all of her kala album without reading any credit list or nothing , it just had to be , it couldn´t have been m.i.a. herself ! it feel like still today after all these years people cannot imagine that woman can write , arrange or produce electronic music . i have had this experience many many times that the work i do on the computer gets credited to whatever male was in 10 meter radius during the job . people seem to accept that women can sing and play whatever instrument they are seen playing .but they cannot program , arrange , produce , edit or write electronic music ."
— Björk, on sexism in the electronic music genre (via radioheadofficial)
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tell me the horns on this song wasn’t that shit!
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Michael Jackson - PYT (Pretty Young Thing)
this goes out for all my followers <3
all of yallss tenderoniess xoxo
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“She lives as long as we do. She will live forever. God bless your soul and the family you left behind. We Love You.” - Lupe Fiasco
[Verse 1]
How bout them bullets ain’t slow you up
You ain’t really die, we watched you grow up
At 12 months you took your first steps
Awkwardly across the kitchen floor to your best
Your first breaths that we can call words
In your father’s lap on November 23rd
They were “live for me”, and he did for you
Flipped to Neutron and stayed inside the crib for you
And this commitment from your father
Imparted a deep sense of value you forever harbor
And we were all so proud as we seen you getting smarter
And bond grow deeper between a mother and a daughter
You were not a martyr[Verse 2]
At six, you started reading whole books
At seven, you knew how a brain looked
And could roughly describe, all the different regions
Could tell when we was sick and even knew the reason
The world wasn’t at peace, gunfire every weekend
But you were hardly there, cause you was always leaving
Field museum planetarium aquarium
You saw something special in that tank you were starin’ in
And those moments as a little girl
You realized it was a bigger world
Bigger than the South Side, bigger than Chicago
You were bigger still wanted rims on your car, though
And big ass woofers in your car door
So you could wang like your daddy at the park eating sharks
Went to King where you were teased for being smart
Where you bumped into Hadiya teaching art
You live forever[Verse 3]
At sixteen is when you got your scholarship
At twenty-two is when you got your doctorate
Even now it’s kind of hard to believe
But your father taught you work hard, and achieve
And you complied, accepted by every medical school you applied
But the coolest thing is when they offered you that high paying slot, you replied
“They need me in the hood” and that’s where you reside
Free clinic, nobody denied
And that’s where you heard the shots and quickly ran outside
And saw a man and a van and a bleeding baby in his hands
Fading fast, but you knew she could survive
Did everything you could to keep this girl alive
Stabilized until the ambulance arrived
And in that moment, where you gave your help
I bet you didn’t know that you saved yourself
Jonylah Forever
Rest in peace.
Real Love - Beach House
(Source: le-sleepyheads, via loveyourchaos)
EVENING TUNE: YADi - The Blow
Definitely on repeat.
M.I.A | MATANGI MIXTAPE
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most-beautiful-songs-of-all-time:
Asha Bhosle - Piya Tu Ab To Aaja (Come To Me Now, My Love)
Composer: R.D. Burman
Album: Caravan OST (1971)
Thx ♥
Genre: Pop
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