A minha ultima descoberta! Apesar do album ter saído no ano passado só agora entrei verdadeiramente nele! A voz suave da Londrina Kate Nash, as letras fáceis e inteligentes em que toda a gente sente que essas situações poderiam muito bem serem momentos das suas próprias vidas... Este é o trabalho mais conhecido de Miss Nash, "foundations", pura poesia urbana
Lyrics:
Thursday night, everything's fine, except you've got that look in your eye
when i'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,
you're thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me infront of our friends.
Then i'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like
"yeah, intelligant imput, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"
Then you'll call me a bitch
and everyone we're with will be ebarrased,
and i wont give a shit.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
And everytime we fight i know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and i smile.
i know i should forget, but i can't.
You said I must eat so many lemons
'cause i am so bitter.
I said
"i'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."
Yes, it was childish and you got agressive,
and i must admit that i was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
And everytime we fight i know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and i smile.
i know i should forget, but i can't.
Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a suprise.
Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.
You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh, my gosh, i cannot be bothered with this.
Well, i'll leave you there 'til the mornin',
and i purposly wont turn the heating on
and dear God, i hope i'm not stuck with this one.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
And everytime we fight i know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and i smile.
i know i should forget, but i can't.
Lyrics:
Thursday night, everything's fine, except you've got that look in your eye
when i'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,
you're thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me infront of our friends.
Then i'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like
"yeah, intelligant imput, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"
Then you'll call me a bitch
and everyone we're with will be ebarrased,
and i wont give a shit.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
And everytime we fight i know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and i smile.
i know i should forget, but i can't.
You said I must eat so many lemons
'cause i am so bitter.
I said
"i'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."
Yes, it was childish and you got agressive,
and i must admit that i was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
And everytime we fight i know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and i smile.
i know i should forget, but i can't.
Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a suprise.
Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.
You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh, my gosh, i cannot be bothered with this.
Well, i'll leave you there 'til the mornin',
and i purposly wont turn the heating on
and dear God, i hope i'm not stuck with this one.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
And everytime we fight i know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and i smile.
i know i should forget, but i can't.
