Like Sam (as in my deabtes team Sam, not Mighty Mouse Sam) says, British artists are so much better than American ones. American ones are so full of themselves and overrated.
Sigh....*melts*
He's damn funny lah, he's Indian (Punjabi) but he still makes fun of the Indian accent. "But your suit is so sikly, it's like a mirrrrrrerrrrr. This is verrrrry bad, don't do it." And then he switches to his real accent, which is British. And then he explains the logic of his song Down. "I'm saying roti is ready, come down". My god I want to hug him. Champagne=Cham-pag-nee. OMG HE'S SO CUTE!
My fave song from him. Actually all his songs rock lah. But the meaning is just superb.
Apparently, he is married. Which totally broke my heart when I found out. And if that bitch in the video is his wife, then she's damn ugly. I know I sound like a homewrecker, but I hope they break up.
You, Said it once
Said it twice,
Said it hurts, but I do it again
I don't change, I don't learn, cause I can't let it end
Said it's gone, let it be, 'cause you don't need a friend
Baby I do,
I pull and you push and we cry
Till we laugh again I
Promise you, you promise me back and then why
Does it all fall apart in just a matter of time...
So I'm thinking maybe
You've made up your mind
'Cause you're distort (distort)
And I can't stand to fight no more
So please don't make me hurt you like I do
I don't really trust myself to leave,
Eventhough I hear you sayin' baby no, no
(no, no, nonono, nono)
I can't take no more of this still
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Askin' if you still let me in
Won't you stay (ay, ay, ay, Baby ... ay, ay, ay, ay ay,...ay, ay, ay, ay...)
Won't you stay?
Memories of the fun that we had and photographs on the wall
Now I can't make you smile or hear you laugh anymore
And I can't help or ask, that's the point of it all
Tell me Baby,
Call it love, call it blame, call it joy, call it pain, But I fell, call it girl what you may but its painful as hell
To be here while you're there don't need nobody else...
So I'm thinking maybe
You've made up your mind
'Cause you're distort (distort)
And I can't stand to fight no more
So please don't make me hurt you like I do
I don't really trust myself to leave,
Eventhough you're telling me
oh no, no
(no, no, nonono, nono)
I can't take no more of this still
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Askin' if you still let me in
Won't you stay (ay, ay, ay, Baby, ay... ay, ay, ay, ay... ay, ay, ay, ay...)
Won't you stay?
If it's all meant for me
And if I'm so meant for you
Why does this have to be so hard on both of us two
If it's all meant for me
And if I'm so meant for you
Why does this have to be so hard on both of us two
Still you're sayin' no, no (no, no, nonono, nono)
I can't take no more of this and
And I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Askin' if you still let me in
Won't you stay (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay... ay, ay, ay, ay... ay, ay, ay, ay...)
Won't you stay?
Won't you stay (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay... ay, ay, ay, ay... ay, ay, ay, ay...)
Won't you stay?
He's wife is in one of the videos. I hope she dies. Seriously. She's damn irritating lah, and obviously a gold-digger and fame whore.
