“The newest music video from The Lumineers shows the heartbreak and destruction brought by alcoholism, as it follows the path of fictional Gloria Sparks, a woman whose alcoholism destroys her family.
“Gloria” is the first song released from The Lumineers’ upcoming album III, which follows three generations of the fictional Sparks family. In the music video, Gloria is seen drinking around her infant, fighting with her spouse, and ultimately leaving the scene of a car accident that she caused.”
Now the evening has come to a close And I’ve had my last dance with you On to the empty streets we go And it might be my last chance with you So I might as well get it over The things I have to say won’t wait until another day
refrein: You’re a lady, I’m a man, you’re supposed to understand How these things are often planned to be You’re romantic, I’m a fool, You’re the teacher, I’ve come to school Here I sit and hope that you’ll love me You’re pure magic, unlock my chain Nothing ventured, nothing gained And so I say with no restraint, be mine, be mine
Hard to answer I agree But then I’ve got to know I’m not asking you to marry me Just a little love to show Oh I know I could make you happy So the things I have to say Won’t wait until another day
To celebrate Denise Chaila’s incredible new single ‘Chaila’ we’ve released this performance from her iconic #Courage2020 show in the National Gallery of Ireland.
This is the second song from the album A Thousand Miles Behind, a compilation album by David Gray, released in 2007. It contains 12 live covers recorded between 2001 and 2007. The album title comes from a line in one of the songs, Bob Dylan’s “One Too Many Mornings”
Party at the beach down in Copacabana Sipping Killepitsch, got my black yoga pants on Me and Brittany, we’ve been down in Atlanta Sweating in the club, call me Dirty Diana Flexing like a yogi, drop it down with your hands up Do a handstand, bend it back, put your legs up I ain’t got no worries, I’m my own private dancer My own private dancer
I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, wanna dance all night I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, dance, dance all night Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
Crown on my head but the world on my shoulder I’m too much a rebel, never do what I’m supposed ta Bend it never break it, baby watch and I’ma show ya Stretching on my cash, got my money doing yoga Sometimes I’m peachy, and sometimes I’m vulgar Even when I’m sleeping I got one eye open You cannot police me, so get off my areola Get off my areola
I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, wanna dance all night I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, dance, dance all night Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
I said yoga, she did that yoga Looking for my loafers, man I woke up in a toga She left my collar on like she my owner So when she downward dog I jump up on her I lo-lo-love the way you bend it, oh Lord I’d love to break you in Oh Lord I’d stretch you out and in, oh Lord now you should tell a friend Oh Lord I pray, I pray that young girl come on over And let they bum-bum do that yoga
I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, wanna dance all night I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, dance, dance all night Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Party at the beach down in Copacabana Sipping Killepitsch, got my black yoga pants on Me and Brittany, we’ve been down in Atlanta Sweating in the club, call me Dirty Diana Flexing like a yogi, drop it down with your hands up Do a handstand, bend it back, put your legs up I ain’t got no worries, I’m my own private dancer My own private dancer
I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, wanna dance all night I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, dance, dance all night Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
Crown on my head but the world on my shoulder I’m too much a rebel, never do what I’m supposed ta Bend it never break it, baby watch and I’ma show ya Stretching on my cash, got my money doing yoga Sometimes I’m peachy, and sometimes I’m vulgar Even when I’m sleeping I got one eye open You cannot police me, so get off my areola Get off my areola
I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, wanna dance all night I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, dance, dance all night Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
I said yoga, she did that yoga Looking for my loafers, man I woke up in a toga She left my collar on like she my owner So when she downward dog I jump up on her I lo-lo-love the way you bend it, oh Lord I’d love to break you in Oh Lord I’d stretch you out and in, oh Lord now you should tell a friend Oh Lord I pray, I pray that young girl come on over And let they bum-bum do that yoga
I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, wanna dance all night I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, dance, dance all night Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
I was an unmarried girl I’d just turned twenty-seven When they sent me to the sisters For the way men looked at me Branded as a Jezebel I knew I was not bound for Heaven I’d be cast in shame Into the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant Some by their own fathers Bridget got that belly by her parish priest We’re trying to get things white as snow All of us woe-begotten-daughters In the streaming stains Of the Magdalene laundries
Prostitutes and destitutes And temptresses like me Fallen women Sentenced into dreamless drudgery Why do they call this heartless place Our Lady of Charity? Oh, charity
These bloodless brides of Jesus If they had just once glimpsed their groom Then they’d know, and they’d drop the stones Concealed behind their rosaries They wilt the grass they walk upon They leech the light out of a room They’d like to drive us down the drain At the Magdalene laundries
Peg O’Connell died today She was a cheeky girl A flirt They just stuffed her in a hole! Surely to God you’d think at least some bells should ring! One day I’m going to die here too And they’ll plant me in the dirt Like some lame bulb That never blooms, come any spring Not any spring
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