Barring Westlife, BSB, and Take That(you guys are the best!) i can't seem to digest the musical exploits of teenage boys and boys in their 20's whether them being a group (boybands) or a solo artist (mostly a boyband ex-numbers).
These artists/performers generally gave me the impression of them being gay - though a former member of westlife confessed that he's indeed one -
For example; jesse mccartney, whose voice is so boyish you might wonder how he'll sing his numbers once he is, say... 30 years old? and also from the dancing type like n'sync which i
believe with their synchronised steps and pumping energy while doing so, would've delighted sir elton john's weeny if not for justin's gossip with britney spears when she was still young and innocent, which is a very long time ago...
But Zaid of the future, enter Paolo Nutini.
This guy is not jesse, and he's no n'sync either. He's not a manufactured pop shit. He's great. So, let's have a singalong shall we?
Paolo Nutini - Candy
I was perched outside in the pouring rain
Trying to make myself a sail
Then I'll float to you my darlin'
With the evening on my tail
Although not the most honest means of travel
It gets me there nonetheless
I'm a heartless man at worst, babe
And a helpless one at best
Darling I'll bathe your skin
I'll even wash your clothes
Just give me some candy, before I go
Oh, darling I'll kiss your eyes
And lay you down on your rug
Just give me some candy
After my heart
Oh I'm often false explaining
But to her it plays out all the same
and although I'm left defeated
It get's held against my name
I know you got plenty to offer baby
But I guess I've taken quite enough
Well I'm some stain there on your bedsheet
You're my diamond in the rough
Darling I'll bathe your skin
I'll even wash your clothes
Just give me some candy, before I go
Oh, darling I'll kiss your eyes
And lay you down on your rug
Just give me some candy
After my heart
I know that there´re writings on the wall
But Darling I'll bathe your skin
I'll even wash your clothes
Just give me some candy
After my heart
Oh I'll be there waiting for you (repeat)
All the cut throats and their jagged endsall of them have got me waiting and waiting
All the cheap and the sugary philosophies
have got me on the fence just waiting and waiting
All the angels and their halos
all of them have got me waiting and waiting
