Adrian Gray Music
"Some kind of love" as featured on the album Foxy Shazam.
updated 13 years ago
Credits:
Written by Adrian Gray.
Vocals, guitar: Adrian Gray
Production, bass: Chris Cheyney
Lead guitar: Anthony Fernandez
Lyrics:
Oh I sent you a text when my heart got broken
Bought me a drink and sat there smoking
Listened to my bullshit
You said can I take you for a drive?
Top down on my MX5
The air will get your headright
And it’s got the pop up headlights
So just like that I’m doing up my seatbelt
Wind’s in my hair I’m forgetting how she felt
All so loud that my ears start ringing
Young and we’re free and we can’t stop singing
Lalalalalala
Lalalalala
Lalalalala
Lalalalaa
When I’m in my best friend’s car I’m gonna lose my mind
Gonna take my time gonna feel that
Ahh ahh vroom vroom ahh
Cus I’m don’t give a damn about my broken heart
And I’ve lost my love and I’m bla bla bla
Cus I don’t feel depressed when I’m riding in my best friend’s car
When I’m riding in my best friend’s car
Friends since the days of MSN
Sending nudges way back when
Where did all the time go?
We stop somewhere in Surrey downs
In the distance London town
I break down on your shoulder
All the things I should have told her
And uou say
No, don’t let the tears flow cus we’re gonna go drift
And I ain’t gonna lift
And we’re both gonna
Sing to the radio, oh, don’t you say no
Even if we don’t know the words
Then we’ll go
Lalalala
Lalalala
Lalalalala
Oh, when I’m in my best friend’s car I’m gonna lose my mind
Gonna take my time gonna feel that
Ahh ahh vroom vroom ahh
Cus I’m don’t give a damn about my broken heart
And I’ve lost my love and I’m bla bla bla
Cus I don’t feel depressed when I’m riding in my best friend’s
I don’t feel depressed when I’m riding in my best friend’s car
#edsheeran #autotune #parody
Adrian Gray: Writing, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Chris Cheyney: Arrangement, Production, Bass, Electric Guitar, Keys
Lyrics:
Noticed that the summer light was low
And the breeze was cold again
Felt like the time was moving slow
And the leaves were gold again
I know that I'm a little strange
But I prefer this time of year
When the weather starts to change
Leaves me here
Feeling like I’m gonna start anew
And do the things I always said I’d do
Maybe tomorrow
Funny, I still think about the year
Like I’m back in school again
Don’t need a house or a career
You just do it all again
I guess I like the looking forward
Not the actual happening
I feel much safer when I'm bored
So I
Pretend I’m waiting for my life to start
Never been in love or had it fall apart
Cus that’s all still to come
And time
Stretches out so far in front of me
And I think of all the things that I could be
Maybe tomorrow
Sometimes I feel nostalgic for the moments in my life
When things were kind of rough, I was in pain
It's funny but I think I've got a theory why
It's knowing that tomorrow finally came
A fallen branch, the smell of smoke
Ice beneath my feet
Christmas adverts, what a joke
It's October 17th
I see the moonlight through the clouds
It's still the afternoon
And the city ain't so loud
Yes I'm
Aware that I have said this all before
But this time I will want it that bit more
Maybe tomorrow
We went to Paris back in March
And I've never been happier
No fears or pains or broken hearts
Because that hadn't happened yet
Writing, vocals, guitar - Adrian Gray
Bass, guitar, drum programming, production - Chris Cheyney
Lyrics:
I wanna write a song about the way we make it,
how you shake ‘till I can’t take it
But it’s so hard to express
And I wanna tell the world how I scream your name,
and you go insane when we get profane
But there’s something I should address
Cus I’m no prude
Don’t mind it lewd
But it’s just too rude
To say the things I like to do with you
When we’re in the nude
Oh I'm gonna
Touch your
Feel your
On my
Put my
In your
Then we
Till we
And you
On my
Going
As we
And we
It’s sensual, consensual, so wet it’s torrential
You're down and I'm up and my growth’s exponential
Salacious, curvaceous my hunger’s voracious
But we still say thank you cus goodness we’re gracious
You’re kind and I’m caring don’t care what you’re wearing
We laugh and we joke and our love we’re declaring
It’s flirty and dirty you leave me so thirsty
I’ll let you play rough because you’ll never hurt me
Read between the lines
And spot the signs
Cus I can’t define
How we make like vines and start to intertwine
Yeah I think you'll find
Oh I'm gonna
Touch your
Feel your
On my
Put my
In your
Then we
Till we
And you
On my
Going
As we
And we
And we
And we
And we
And we
And we
And we
(Solo)
I wanna show you my gratitude
For all the things we do when we’re in the mood
But I need to take care with my words
And it's so regrettable that we are into all
The kind of stuff that’s so unprintable
But by now you should have inferred
Cus you can’t miss it
When we get with it
Cus it’s implicit
That the stuff we do is simply too explicit
Yeah it’s implicit
That it’s explicit
Yeah it's implicit
That it’s explicit
Yeah it's implicit
That it’s explicit
Yeah it's implicit
Do you wanna water?
Credits:
Adrian Gray: Writing, guitar, vocals.
Chris Cheyney: Good guitar, bass, production and mixing.
Lyrics:
When your heart doesn’t want to comply
And your head wants to curl up and cry
Will you ever find the words to say
That you’re feeling hollow
When your hands are starting to shake
And your smile is really a fake
Will you ever admit to yourself
That you’re feeling hollow
You’re feeling hollow
You wanna lay low
Give your body time to rest
You’ve gotta get up
Give up giving up
Cus nothing’s gonna change like this
You're hollow but you’re filled with dread
So I’ll kiss and I’ll hug your head
I will try to make you laugh
So you don’t feel as hollow
You’re feeling hollow
But tomorrow
We’re gonna put together a plan
Oh when I was in pain
You did exactly the same
So I’ll give you everything I can
I know it’s tough
To get back up again, but it’s not the end, and you know what when
We’ve had enough
We can just sing this song
You’re feeling hollow, you’re feeling sorrow
But we’re gonna make it all alright
Yeah you won’t feel the same
Cus things can change
You know what we’ll do it tonight
So if you feel the pain rise inside
Just when you thought the tears had dried
Remember that it’s really okay
That you’re feeling hollow
Adrian Gray - writing, vocals, piano, guitar.
Chris Cheyney - bass, guitar, production, drum programming.
Lyrics:
Going out with a group of guys that I
Don’t really know that well but I
Really wanna make a good impression
Then one of them says to me alright
Will you watch the football match tonight
And I think he can tell from my expression
That I’m just a phoney
I’m not a man
I wanna give him what he wants from me
But there’s little issue I can see
I gotta be me
And I think that you’ll agree
That’s not ideal situation
Saying things I say
Doing it my way
Oh it’s a subprime combination
Your vibe is not desired
When clubbing makes you tired
And you stop on your second drink
Wish that I was you
There’s nothing I can do
I gotta be me
I gotta be
There’s a girl I wanna notice me so I
Stand near her awkwardly cus I’m
Pretty sure that chicks get hot for that
Never start a conversation
Save it for my imagination
Forget how to stand so I look a bit like a twat
But wait a minute
She’s asked me out
I get to talk to her and find what she’s about
Gotta nail it, play it cool
But there’s just one problem with that
I gotta be me
And I think you can see
It’s not what anybody wanted
Awkward to a tee
I need a nervous wee
I’ve gone so white she thinks I’m haunted
Staring at my food I’m
Accidentally rude why
Did I bring up World War 2
Wish I wasn’t here
Wanna disappear
But I gotta be me
I gotta be!
And I know that I’m not confident
I’m socially incompetent
And I’m sorry that I didn’t watch the game
But I don’t think that I’m the one to blame
And I’d rather spend the evening on my own
There’s a reason why I chose to live alone
I get to be me
Entirely for free
And I think that’s rather crazy
Not for everyone
But I think I’m kind of fun
I don’t care what you are saying
I find jokes amazing
Into my eyes I’m gazing
Yeah I would and I have
Don't wanna be a dick
But it’s really kinda sick
That I getta be me
I get getta be!
I get to be me! Woah!
Credits:
Adrian Gray - writing, vocals, backing vocals, guitar, keyboards.
Chris Cheyney - bass, backing vocals, guitar, production.
Lyrics:
I'm so sick of staring at a screen
It makes my brain feel so unclean
I'll throw my laptop in the ocean
Sitting round with fuck all else to do
Than spend an hour missing you
Feels like my life is in slow motion
So I moved into the city
But I'm too scared to go outside
Everyone's so pretty thatI ran back to my house and cried
I hate it when I hear about success
It makes my self esteem a mess
I guess my brain just isn't right
Swiping through the girls I think are hot
The algorithm says I'm not
But I just think I'm not its type
So I say I'll make some changes
Read a book and get my thinking clean
But there's just too many pages
So I'll run out naked in the street and scream
No one seems to care that I exist
And even I don't when I'm pissed
I wish I had a past to run from
I think my attention span is shot
Hey look is that a parakeet
I wonder where does pasta come from?
I'm not into fashion
I dress so badly people think I'm cool
Would love have a passion
But only one that takes no work at all
I think that I've still got a shot
But I know that it is not a lot
So maybe I'll just call it a day
I'm so sick of staring at a screen
It makes my brain feel so unclean
So many hours gone for good
I'd take it all back if I could
But I would do it all the same
And it's driving me insane
They say it's just a phase
They say it's just a craze
I've been stuck like this for days
I think it's millennial malaise!
Lyrics:
You might think my broken heart would feature in this piece of art, yeah
And I'd tell the world we fell apart, forced to make a brand new start, yeah
But I'm sorry to say but this song's you-free
Cus there's so much other stuff going on with me
And I really hope you'll understand
There’s friends, sport, food and the weather
I could go on about work forever
Why would I dwell on the past
When I'm seeing my cousin in a week and a half?
This song ain’t about you
It was written without you
But I don’t have a doubt that you've
Thought it throughout
Who’d ever have guessed
You’d be so self-obsessed?
It’s related at best
but a point I must stress is that
None of these words not a line you've heard
To you has referred, because God that’s absurd
Don’t be such a motherfucking narcissist
This song ain't about you!
You might think I'm hurting but I'm way too busy flirting oh yeah
On a very sexy a date with a girl kinda hate yeah
So where would I find time to put you in a rhyme
When I'm doing super really very good and fine?
It's silly
Yeah it's making me laugh (LOL)
So when you sit down to listen to
This song don't think I'm missing you
Can't expect me to cry
Though occasionally dirt does get in my eye
Yeah occasionally dirt does get in my eye, oh!
This song ain't about you
It was written without you
But I don’t have a doubt that you’ve
Thought it throughout ooh
You’re ever so vain
And it’s kind of insane
That you might entertain
That this song would pertain to how you
Cast me aside
Took my heart for a ride
It’s not even implied
But it’s cute that you’ve tried
Don’t be such a motherfucking egotist
This song ain’t about you!
I'm showing everybody how I'm happy and I think they can tell
Cus I'm lying on my floor all alone yeah I'm doing so well
It's clear that I've got no regrets
Who even are you? I think I forget
I might not've moved on as such
And I could be just sad a touch
But I can't stress just how much this
Song ain’t about you
It was written without you
But I don’t have a doubt that you've
Thought it throughout
Who’d ever have guessed
You’d be so self-obsessed?
It’s related at best
but a point I must stress is that
None of these words not a line you've heard
To you has referred, because God that’s absurd
Don’t be such a motherfucking narcissist
This song ain't about you!
Credits:
Vocals and guitar by Adrian Gray.
Production by Chris Cheyney.
Lyrics:
Why do I break down when things are looking up?
Should I try harder to smile?
Why do I hold back when things are moving forward?
Should I just rest for a while?
Cus I’m the type of man who doesn’t try to impress
And I think we can agree that it’s worked
And I’m tired all the time and my bedroom’s a mess
And I try not to think cus it hurts
Thought that I’d be wise but I’m just older
But the sun will rise again
Why do I screw up when I think I’ve got it down?
Which one of my thoughts do I trust?
And how long do I wait for normal again?
Or should I just try to adjust?
Cus I’m the type of man who tries to self-deprecate
And I think we can agree that I’ve failed
Spent the last 7 years tryna replicate
The wave of a ship that has sailed
Thought that I was strong but I’m no longer
But the sun will rise again
Credits:
Vocals and guitar by Adrian Gray (pictured, right).
Production and bass by Chris Cheyney (pictured, left).
Lyrics:
Going out tonight and I’m feeling like I might have a time that I’ll never forget
High anticipation for tonight’s intoxication that I know my body’s gonna regret
And I think I’m gonna lose my mind
Or at least I’m gonna lose my phone
Gonna leave my thoughts behind
And go with the flow
Now I’m sitting on the floor with the people I adore drinking prees at quarter to ten
Cracking up together playing never have I ever even though we said never again
Oh take me to a place that plays
Tunes where I know the words
And I’ll sing the night away, cus it’s true
I’ve been feeling blue
So now there’s one thing I wanna do
Tell my friends that I love them
Shout it in their ears
And then give up hug them
Cus they just can’t hear
It’s like the 00s never died
When you’re requesting the Cha Cha Slide
Oh the VKs taste so sweet
When Smash Mouth’s on repeat
I wanna be uncool
Take me to the freaks and the nerds and the geeks who dance like there’s nothing to lose
Make me feel alive in a sweaty Camden dive and forget what I’ve read in the news
Oh I’ll do my best to flirt
Like a horse on rollerblades
Now my throat is starting to hurt
From screaming
To my friends that I love them
Saying they’re the best
I keep tryna hug them
Make em kinda stressed
Oh I’ll drink till I can’t see
I don’t sing like Mercury
And I’ll tell someone I hate
That we should be best mates
I wanna be uncool
I wanna be uncool
And I wanna be free
To forget I’m me
Take me to a place that plays
Oasis, Pulp and Blur
And the night’s gonna turn to day
As I cry in the smoking area
And tell my friends that I love them
Tell my friends that I love them
Tell my friends that I love them
Tell my friends that I love them
I wanna be uncool
I wanna be uncool
I wanna be uncool
I wanna be uncool
Yeah!
Having topped the Tompkins table, it was time for Christ's College Cambridge to move onto something bigger: Europe's most extreme theme park.
"I can't BELIEVE we got planning permission" - Master Kelly
Made by Chris Cheyney and Adrian Gray using Planet Coaster.
Christ's College is a constituent college of the University of Cambridge. The college includes the Master, the Fellows of the College, and about 450 undergraduate and 170 graduate students.[2] The college was founded by William Byngham in 1437 as God's House. In 1505, the college was granted a new royal charter, was given a substantial endowment by Lady Margaret Beaufort, and changed its name to Christ's College, becoming the twelfth of the Cambridge colleges to be founded in its current form. The college is renowned for educating some of Cambridge's most famous alumni, including Charles Darwin and John Milton.
Tom Flynn- vocals, acoustic guitar.
Adrian Gray- electric guitar.
Written by Foxy Shazam and Justin Hawkins.
Written by Foxy Shazam and Justin Hawkins.
Written by Foxy Shazam and Justin Hawkins.
Written by Foxy Shazam and Justin Hawkins.
Written by Foxy Shazam and Justin Hawkins.
And yes I did gel my hair specifically, so what?
This one is called Barbeque. It has lyrics but I can't sing.