Post by RedDragon on May 16, 2009 19:04:47 GMT -5
Highlight song from Girls Aloud's second album What Will The Neighbours Say?.
This is one of their edgiest songs, full of attitude, and it's definitely one of my favorites by them. Production as always is amazing. A false-start of repeated refrain and bubbling chords lulls you into expectations of melody but then that swooping synth hits. Hot.
It was originally written for Britney Spears, and would supposedly be included on her album In The Zone. She recorded a demo of the song. However, it was rejected. In an interview with the OMM, Brian Higgins said that the record company loved it, but Britney's people asked "Where's the chorus? Why are there no repetitive parts?'. Britney's people were essentially looking for "Sound of the Underground 2".
Cheryl wrote on the band's official site that Britney's version of the song was "strange": (...) if there was an album track I could release as a single, I would love to release "Graffiti My Soul." It was originally written for Britney Spears and she even recorded her own version but didn't end up keeping it. I heard it and it was really strange. We didn't hear it fully mixed. But on our version I sing the line 'You dream of touching me there' and I heard her sing it in that really strange voice and it freaked me out." LMAO.
The lyrics are so aggressive, playful and risky IMO.
This is one of their edgiest songs, full of attitude, and it's definitely one of my favorites by them. Production as always is amazing. A false-start of repeated refrain and bubbling chords lulls you into expectations of melody but then that swooping synth hits. Hot.
It was originally written for Britney Spears, and would supposedly be included on her album In The Zone. She recorded a demo of the song. However, it was rejected. In an interview with the OMM, Brian Higgins said that the record company loved it, but Britney's people asked "Where's the chorus? Why are there no repetitive parts?'. Britney's people were essentially looking for "Sound of the Underground 2".
Cheryl wrote on the band's official site that Britney's version of the song was "strange": (...) if there was an album track I could release as a single, I would love to release "Graffiti My Soul." It was originally written for Britney Spears and she even recorded her own version but didn't end up keeping it. I heard it and it was really strange. We didn't hear it fully mixed. But on our version I sing the line 'You dream of touching me there' and I heard her sing it in that really strange voice and it freaked me out." LMAO.
The lyrics are so aggressive, playful and risky IMO.
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fist full of love it's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fist full of love it's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fist full of love it's coming your way baby
I'm hanging on a wire...
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fist full of love it's coming your way baby
Come baby come you know what I mean
And the drumbeats rising higher...
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
We should be getting it on
Fly DJs playing my song
Why don't you take me head on
We should be getting somewhere
Some kind of cool love affair
Don't act as if you don't care
(You dream of touching me there)
Your kisses taste of cyanide
And that's no good for me
An open heart is suicide
In my phillosophy
I need a walking talking mannequin
That simply folds away
And never questions anything
I've got to say
N-n-n-n-n-n-no more explanations
You're never gonna know
You could k-k-k-k-kill my reputation
I don't do heavy loads
N-n-n-n-n-n-no more conversations
You c-c-c-c-c-can't carve up the world
It's a d-d-d-d-d-dangerous occupation
T-t-t-t-t-talking to a girl
I'm complicated
And I celebrate it
You're getting jaded
But you're facinated
I'm complicated
(Out the bedroom, down the stairs)
And I celebrate it
(Along the carpet, no one cares)
You tell me you hate it
(On the table, on to the floor)
But you're facinated
(It's procreation and nothing more)
D-d-d-d-d-dance if you want till the dirty is done
Cos we're stars in the dead of night
But if you're looking for romance or a chance to reflect in the sun
And you can baby, I'm gonna put up a fight
And you can d-d-d-d-dance if you want till you fall out of space
And you crash in the back of the car
But if you wanna have the kids and the cash then get out of my face
Don't push my love too far
I'm hanging on a wire...
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Baby come baby come you know what I mean
And the drum beat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
And the drum beat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
I gotta fist full of love it's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fist full of love it's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fist full of love it's coming your way baby
I'm hanging on a wire...
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fist full of love it's coming your way baby
Come baby come you know what I mean
And the drumbeats rising higher...
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
We should be getting it on
Fly DJs playing my song
Why don't you take me head on
We should be getting somewhere
Some kind of cool love affair
Don't act as if you don't care
(You dream of touching me there)
Your kisses taste of cyanide
And that's no good for me
An open heart is suicide
In my phillosophy
I need a walking talking mannequin
That simply folds away
And never questions anything
I've got to say
N-n-n-n-n-n-no more explanations
You're never gonna know
You could k-k-k-k-kill my reputation
I don't do heavy loads
N-n-n-n-n-n-no more conversations
You c-c-c-c-c-can't carve up the world
It's a d-d-d-d-d-dangerous occupation
T-t-t-t-t-talking to a girl
I'm complicated
And I celebrate it
You're getting jaded
But you're facinated
I'm complicated
(Out the bedroom, down the stairs)
And I celebrate it
(Along the carpet, no one cares)
You tell me you hate it
(On the table, on to the floor)
But you're facinated
(It's procreation and nothing more)
D-d-d-d-d-dance if you want till the dirty is done
Cos we're stars in the dead of night
But if you're looking for romance or a chance to reflect in the sun
And you can baby, I'm gonna put up a fight
And you can d-d-d-d-dance if you want till you fall out of space
And you crash in the back of the car
But if you wanna have the kids and the cash then get out of my face
Don't push my love too far
I'm hanging on a wire...
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Baby come baby come you know what I mean
And the drum beat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
And the drum beat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul