PHOTOGRAPH

BOYCE AVENUE

SONGWRITERS: MARTIN HARRINGTON; JOHN MCDAID; TOM LEONARD & EDWARD CHRISTOPHER SHEERAN

COUNTRY: U. S. A.

ALBUM: BOYCE AVENUE COVER COLABORATIONS – VOL. 3

LABEL: 3 PEACE RECORDS

GENRE: POP

YEAR: 2014

 

      Boyce Avenue is an American rock band best known for their viral videos of acoustic cover songs.

   Formed in 2004, the group first attracted widespread attention in 2007 with a video of their acoustic arrangement of Rihanna’s “Umbrella.”

      ∙ After two self-released EPs of cover songs, Boyce Avenue released All You’re Meant to Be, their first album of original material, in 2009.

     ∙ Impressed by the massive size of the band’s online following, Universal Republic offered them a recording contract in 2009.

         ∙All We Have Left, their second album, reached Nº 7 on Billboard’s Heatseekers Albums chart in 2010.

      ∙Road Less Traveled, released on their own 3 Peace label in 2016, peaked at Nº 15 on Billboard’s Heatseekers Albums chart.

        ∙ In 2016, the band received the UMA Icons Award at the UK’s first annual Unsigned Music Awards.

Loving can hurt

Loving can hurt sometimes

But it's the only thing that I know

When it gets hard

You know it can get hard sometimes

It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

 

We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Hearts are never broken

And time's forever frozen still

 

So you can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone

Wait for me to come home

 

Loving can heal

Loving can mend your soul

And it's the only thing that I know (know)

I swear it will get easier

Remember that with every peace of ya

And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

 

We keep this love in this photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes were never closing

Hearts were never broken

And time's forever frozen still

 

So you can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone

 

And if you hurt me

Well that's okay baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home

Wait for me to come home

Wait for me to come home

Wait for me to come home

 

You can fit me

Inside the necklace you bought

When you were sixteen

Next to your heartbeat where I should be

Keep it deep within your soul

 

And if you hurt me

Well that's okay baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me (hold me)

And I won't ever let you go

 

When I'm away

I will remember how you kissed me

Under the lamppost back on Sixth street

Hearing you whisper through the phone

Wait for me to come home.

 DON'T YOU WORRY CHILD

SWEDISH HOUSE MAFIA FT. JOHN MARTIN

SONGWRITERS: AXEL HEDFORS; JOHN MARTIN; MICHEL ZITRON; SEBASTIAN INGROSSO; STEVE ANGELLO

COUNTRY: SWEDEN

ALBUM: DON’T YOU WORRY CHILD

LABEL: VIRGIN RECORDS

GENRE: PROGRESSIVE HOUSE/DANCE

YEAR: 2012

 

       "Don't You Worry Child" is the sixth single released by Swedish house music supergroup Swedish House Mafia. It is the last single from their second compilation album, Until Now, featuring vocals from Swedish singer John Martin. In the United States, it is the act's second number-one single on Billboard's Dance/Mix Show Airplay chart, following "Save the World". It is the group's final single released before their disbandment in early 2013. It received a Grammy nomination for Best Dance Recording in the 2013 Grammy Awards, as did its predecessor, "Save the World", the previous year. The song is written in the key of B minor.

There was a time

I used to look into my father's eyes

In a happy home

I was a king, I had a gold throne

Those days are gone

Now they're memories on the wall

I hear the songs

From the places where I was born

 

Up on the hill, across the blue lake

That’s where I had my first heartbreak

I still remember how it all changed

My father said

 

Don't you worry, don't you worry, child

See, heaven's got a plan for you

Don't you worry, don't you worry now

Yeah

Don't you worry, don't you worry, child

See, heaven's got a plan for you

Don't you worry, don't you worry now

Yeah

 

There was a time

I met a girl of a different kind

We ruled the world

I thought I'd never lose her out of sight

We were so young

I think of her now and then

I still hear the songs

Reminding me of a friend

 

Up on the hill, across the blue lake

That’s where I had my first heartbreak

I still remember how it all changed

My father said

 

Don't you worry, don't you worry, child

See heaven's got a plan for you

Don't you worry, don't you worry now

Yeah

See, heaven's got a plan for you

See, heaven's got a plan for you

See, heaven's got a plan for you

 

Don't you worry, don't you worry, child

See, heaven's got a plan for you

Don't you worry, don't you worry now

Yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah!

I’M CRYING

THE ANIMALS

SONGWRITERS: ERIC BURDON & ALAN PRICE

COUNTRY: U. K.

ALBUM: THE ANIMALS ON TOUR

LABEL: COLUMBIA RECORDS

GENRE: R&B

YEAR: 1965

 

          "I'm Crying" is a song originally performed by the English rock/R&B band The Animals, written by the group's lead vocalist Eric Burdon and organist Alan Price. The song was released as a single in September 1964 and became their second transatlantic hit after "The House of the Rising Sun", which was released earlier in the year (see 1964 in music). The single became a Top 20 hit in Canada, the United Kingdom, and the United States.

[Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
 
[Verse 1]
I don't hear your knock upon my door
I don't have your lovin' anymore
Since you been gone I'm a-hurtin' inside
Well, I want you, baby, by my side, yeah
I'm cryin', I'm cryin'
Hear me cryin', baby
Hear me cryin'
 
[Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
 
[Verse 2]
I'm lonely and blue, baby, every night
Yeah, you know you didn't treat me right
And now my tears begin to fall
Well, I want you, baby, and that's all
I'm cryin', I'm cryin'
Hear me cryin', baby
Hear me cryin'
Hear me cryin'
 
[Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
 
[Verse 3]
I don't hear your knock upon my door
I don't have your lovin' anymore
Since you been gone I'm hurtin' inside, yeah
Well, I want you, baby, by my side
But I'm cryin', you know I'm cryin'
Hear me cryin', baby
Hear me cryin'
Hear me cryin'
 
[Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah!

BROOKLYN BABY

LANA DEL REY

SONGWRITERS: LANA DEL REY & BARRY O’NEIL

COUNTRY: U. S. A.

ALBUM: ULTRAVIOLENCE

LABEL: POLYDOR RECORDS

GENRE: DREAM POP

YEAR: 2014

 

          "Brooklyn Baby" is a song by American singer and songwriter Lana Del Rey for her third studio album Ultraviolence (2014). It was written by Del Rey, and Barrie O'Neill, while production was handled by Dan Auerbach. The song was released on June 8, 2014, by Polydor Records and Interscope Records, as the fourth single from Ultraviolence. The song's lyrical content is notable for its satirical elements targeting the New York hipster subculture: its chorus highlights "a stable of cliches about hipsters, Brooklyn, millennials and other things Del Rey herself is known to idolize"

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

 

They say I'm too young to love you

I don't know what I need

They think I don't understand

The freedom land of the seventies

 

I think I'm too cool to know ya

You say I'm like the ice, I freeze

I'm churnin' out novels like

Beat poetry on Amphetamines

 

I say

I say

 

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

 

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da

Pa-ta-da-da-da-da

 

They say I'm too young to love you

They say I'm too dumb to see

They judge me like a picture book

By the colors, like they forgot to read

I think we're like fire and water

I think we're like the wind and sea

You're burnin' up, I'm coolin' down

You're up, I'm down

You're blind, I see

 

But I'm free, ooh-ooh

I'm free

 

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

 

I'm talking about my generation

Talking about that newer nation

And if you don't like it, you can beat it

Beat it, baby

You never liked the way I said it

If you don't get it, then forget it

'Cause I don't have to fuckin' explain it

 

And my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get high on hydroponic weed

And my jazz collection's rare

I get down to Beat poetry

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

 

Pa-da-pa-pa, pa-de-da

Te-de-de, da-da-ah

Ooh-ooh, woah

 

Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool

But he's not as cool as me

'Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

 

Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da, baby

Ah-ta-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da, baby

Pa-da-da-da-da-da

Pa-pa-da-pa-da, yeah

Yeah, yeah!