Moneybox

Otro de las artistas que estaba conmigo por Bruselas fue Eliza Doolittle. Esta joven que ya ha hecho acto de presencia por este blog tiene un disco lleno de buenas canciones, con un estilo que te recuerda a algo, pero nunca llegas a identificar completamente... porque Eliza, suena a Eliza.

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Versión YouTube

Lyrics - Eliza Doolittle

Instead of goin' out
To dinner tonight
We can grow vegetables
Underneath the skylight

Clickin' these downloads
Everyday has it's price
We can lounge on our couch
And listen to our 45's

So take your Dollar, your Yen
Those Euros I can't spend
I won't get down with no Pounds
Never need to leave this house

Don't need your moneybox
'Cause I got lots and lots
Of what I need right here
Right here with you, my dear

Don't need a cash machine
To make our days happy
So do me a favour,
Don't jingle your change sir

Instead of goin'
To the movies tonight
There's no shame in us playin'
Best of that Sega Mega Drive

Hand me your trousers
You got holes in your knees
It's no fuss, patch them up
Forget about that shoppin' spree

So take your Dollar, your Francs
Your Rupees, your Peso
I won't get down with no Pounds
Never need to leave this house

Don't need your moneybox
'Cause I got lots and lots
Of what I need right here
Right here with you, my dear

I know I don't need a cash machine
To make our days happy
So do me a favour,
Don't jingle your change sir

Don't have your moneybox
It's not much of a loss
All that dough just goes to waste
'Cause you're worth more anyway

Don't need to travel
'Round London tonight
We can play Monopoly
Buy Mayfair in our own time

So take your Dollar, your Baht
I couldn't give a penny
That's enough, give it out
Never need to leave this house

Don't need your moneybox
'Cause I got lots and lots
Of what I need right here
Right here with you, I know

I know I don't need a cash machine
To make our days happy
So do me a favour,
Don't jingle your change sir

Don't need your moneybox
'Cause I got lots and lots
Of what I need right here
Right here with you, I know

I know I don't need the cash machine
To make our days happy
So do me a favour,
Don't jingle your change sir

Lovey, lovey, lovey-love
Lovey, lovey, lovey-love
Lovey, lovey, lovey-love

I don't care what the whisperers say...

Ayer me descubrieron una gran cantante. Una amiga me paso un genial link que me llevo hasta Eliza Doolittle y su Pack up. Como dije conocí a esta fantástica cantante ayer, así que solo he oido algunas cositas por Spotify, y la Wiki nos cuenta que es un joven de Londres a la que le va bastante bien y es que, su música no merece menos ^_^!

Feliz Viernes :-) !

Versión YouTube

Lyrics - Eliza Doolittle

I get tired, and upset
And I’m trying to care a little less
And on Google I only get depressed
I was taught to dodge those issues, I was told:
Don’t worry, there’s no doubt
There’s always something to cry about
When you’re stuck in an angry crowd
They don’t think what they say before they open their mouth, you gotta

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me.
Pack up your troubles get your old grin back
Don’t worry about the cavalry
I don’t care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me

Hot topic,
Maybe I should drop it,
It’s a touchy subject,
And I like to tiptoe 'round the ship going down,
You got penny, no pound
So if your business is running out
It’s not my business to talk about
They don’t think what they say before they open their mouth, you gotta

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me
Pack up your troubles get Your old Grin back
Don’t worry about the cavalry
I don’t care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me


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Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me
Pack up your troubles get Your old Grin back
Don’t worry about the cavalry
I don’t care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me

Yeah yeah yeah
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yeah yeah
[da-doobie-do-ba-do-do]
Oh oh
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