Win. Lose. Draw.
I'll give myself, because I want you.
Bio: I like Girls, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Gaming, Science, and shooting the bull, in that order. I have a BS in Psychology, a JD after my surname, and an "Atty." before my first. Lawyer, gentleman, lovefool.
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This video has that old-skool 80’s feel to it given the next century pizazz due to its vibrant colors and crisp visuals. And given the context of the song, it works very well.
I first heard of this song thanks to Rimo Rico, SALSA paragon extraordinaire and my mentor in comrade when he put it in one of the mixes for NOTA 2010. The song segment was alright, but then he posted the video a week later, and after hearing the whole song and watching the video, I became enamored with it. Then @akosirap plurked it, so I felt it apt to share it as well here.
The song is actually quite romantic which is a growing trend for these “rap-ballad-r&b” [Hell, I don’t even know if that’s the proper term of describing the song] collaborations common among hip-hop artists today.
It does a very succinct and concise distillation of the essence of finding that one girl that captures not just your heart, BUT YOU, to the point that other fine women may cross your path, but they’ll never compare to that one girl you’ve effectively surrendered yourself to.
Nothing On You
beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi and i might say hey
but you shouldn’t worry about what they say
cos they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
not not not nothing on you babe
not not nothing on you
i know you feel where i’m coming from
regardless of the things in my past that i’ve done
most of it really was for the hell of the fun
on the carousel so around i spun (spun)
with no directions just tryna get some (some)
tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun (sun)
this is how i lost more than i had ever won
and honestly i ended up with none
there’s no much nonsense
it’s on my conscience
i’m thinking baby i should get it out
and i don’t wanna sound redundant
but i was wondering if there was something that you wanna know
(that you wanna know)
but never mind that we should let it go (we should let it go)
cos we don’t wanna be a t.v episode (t.v episode)
and all the bad thoughts just let them go (go, go, go, go)
beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi and i might say hey
but you shouldn’t worry about what they say
cos they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
not not not nothing on you babe
not not nothing on you
hands down there will never be another one
i been around and i never seen another one
look at your style they ain’t really got nothing on
and you out and you ain’t got nothing on
baby you the whole package plus you pay your taxes
and you keep it real while them other stay plastic
you’re my wonder women call me mr. fantastic
stop.. now think about it
i’ve been to london, i’ve been to paris
even went out there to tokyo
back home down in georgia to new orleans
but you always steal the show (steal the show)
and just like that girl you got me froze (got me froze)
http://www.elyricsworld.com/nothin’_on_you_lyrics_b.o.b.html
like a nintendo 64 (64)
if you never knew well now you know (know, know, know, know)
beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi and i might say hey
but you shouldn’t worry about what they say
cos they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
not not not nothing on you babe
not not nothing on you
everywhere i go i’m always hearing your name (name, name)
and no matter where i’m at girl you make me wanna sing (sing.sing)
whether a bus or a plane or a car or a train
no other girls on my brain and you the one to blame
beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi and i might say hey
but you shouldn’t worry about what they say
cos they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
not not not nothing on you babe
not not nothing on you
yeah and that’s just how we do it
and i’ma let this ride
B O B and bruno mars
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I truly adore this live version of Tender. You can’t help but feel the electricity and the warm fuzzy feelings within whenever Damon Albarn riles up the crowd to sing along. And the gospel choir adds layers and layers of awesome to this song.
Tender - Blur
Tender is the night
lying by your side.
Tender is the touch
of someone that you love to much.
Tender is the day
the demons go away.
Lord, I need to find
someone who can heal my mind.
Come on, come on, come on
get through it.
Come on, come on, come on
love’s the greatest thing.
Come on, come on, come on
get through it.
Come on, come on, come on
love’s the greatest thing, that we have,
I’m waiting for that feeling,waiting for that feeling,
waiting for that feeling to come…
Oh my baby, oh my baby
Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most.
Hiding from the sun
waiting for the night to come.
Tender is my heart
it’s screwing up my life.
Lord, I need to find
someone who can heal my mind…
Tender is the night
lying by your side.
Tender is the touch
of someone that you love to much.
Tender is my heart
it’s screwing up my life.
Lord, I need to find
someone who can heal my mind…
Oh my baby, oh my baby
Heal me, heal me -
You’re the effin’ best… [LSS Post]
While returning from the retreat from Baguio (which I will write about when the right words come to me) I broke out the old iPod to celebrate the first day back from the silence. While on shuffle I once again had a chance to hear Drake’s “Best I Ever Had,” a song I hadn’t had the opportunity to listen to for quite a while. A few days later and I still can’t get it out of my head. Something about the lyrics and the beat stuck with me:
You know a lot of girls be thinkin’ my songs are about them
This is not to get confused, this one’s for you
Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted
We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it
You be up on everything, other hoes ain’t never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it
‘Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
When I get right I promise that we gonna live it up
She make me beg for it till she give it up
And I say the same thing every single time
I say you the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the best I ever had, best I ever had
Best I ever had, best I ever had, I say you the fucking
Know you got a roommate, call me when it’s no one there
Put the key under the mat, and you know I’ll be over there
I’ll be over there, shawty, I’ll be over there
I’ll be hitting all the spots that you ain’t even know was there
Ha and you all ain’t even have to ask twice
You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice
Always felt like you was so accustomed to the fast life
Have a nigga thinking that he met you in a past life
Sweat pants, hair tied, chillin’ with no make-up on
That’s when you’re the prettiest, I hope that you don’t take it wrong
You don’t even trip when friends say you ain’t bringin’ Drake along
You know that I’m working, I’ll be there soon as I make it home
And she a patient in my waiting room
Never pay attention to them rumors and what they assume
And until them girls prove it
I’m the one they never get confused with
‘Cause baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted
We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it
You be up on everything, other hoes ain’t never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it
‘Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
When I get right I promise that we gonna live it up
She make me beg for it till she give it up
And I say the same thing every single time
I say you the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the best I ever had, best I ever had
Best I ever had, best I ever had, I say you the fucking
Sex, love, pain, baby, I be on that tank shit
Buzz so big, I could probably sell a blank disk
When my album drop, bitches will buy it for the picture
And niggas will buy it too and claim they got it for they sister
Magazine, paper, girl, but money ain’t the issue
They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial
She call me the referee ‘cause I be so official
My shirt ain’t got no stripes but I can make your pussy whistle
Like the Andy Griffith theme song
And who told you to put them jeans on
Double cup love, you the one I lean on
Feeling for a fix then you should really get your fiend on
Yeah, just know my condo is the crack spot
Every single show she out there reppin’ like a mascot
Get it from the back and make your fucking bra strap pop
All up in yo slot until the nigga hit the jackpot
Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted
We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it
You be up on everything, other hoes ain’t never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it
‘Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
When I get right I promise that we gonna live it up
She make me beg for it till she give it up
And I say the same thing every single time
I say you the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the best I ever had, best I ever had
Best I ever had, best I ever had
I say you the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the best I ever had, best I ever had
Best I ever had, best I ever had
Uh, uh yeah, see this the type of joint
You got to dedicate to somebody
Just make sure they that special somebody
Young Money
Ya, ya, you know who you are, I got you——————————————————-
Yeah, so despite what you might think because of the thematic sentiment expressed by the song, this isn’t some emo love post, because I think I am fairly sure I managed to work out the majority of that baggage up in Baguio when I spoke with Fr. Bernas and he told me to go find someone else. What I’ll tell you though is that when I searched YouTube for the official video, it also gave me a crapload of covers to sample, and I must say that I am quite impressed with how many permutations that the song can go through, each version unique and worth listening to, while at the same time retaining its essential charm.
Compare:
The Original Version [cleaned up]
R&B Female:
I like her version because it gives it a sincere, soothing touch.
Then you’ve got something which sounds like it came from a boy band member:
Notice how it sounds very poppish, like something from American Idol.
Then you’ve got this “when acoustic was big in the Philippines” version:
Sounds like something Paolo Santos or Jimmy Bondoc would sing. I bet you if you serenaded that someone special the way this guy does it, you’d get major pogi points. Remember to show them grills like this dude does.
Then you’ve got this uber awesome piano instrumental version!
This dude kills it, and you can see how much he just feels the music based on the way he plays.
And finally, one of my favorites, three teenage white girls singing their own rendition:
There’s something cute and particularly endearing when they’re pseudo pretending to be gangsta, particularly when they harmonize their voices when belting out “You’re the fucking best!”
Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say is, the way music works sometimes gives you unexpected surprises. It’s just utterly amazing how the same song can undergo so many transformations yet still be the same.
Anyway, chew on that for a while.
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