Song Lyric Sunday #2

Check out Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday Challenge, a man after my own heart as he posts the challenges well in advance! This week’s challenge is Different/Same which really made me put my thinking cap on.

How about different productions of the same record? In this case “Low” by Lenny Kravitz from his Raise Vibration Album (2018). I don’t think multi-Grammy award winner Lenny needs much of an introduction!

This track is from his 11th studio album and features posthumous guest vocals from Michael Jackson. It was released as the album’s second single on 25th May, 2018. “Low” became Kravitz’s first song to peak #1 on Billboard’s Dance Club Songs, thanks to several remixes by David Guetta (version below), Tom Stephan, and Junior Black.

 

Here are those all-important lyrics:-

Low

If you wanna talk to me
Know that I am planning to see
Yeah, yeah, hey, hey
I don’t want this thing to be
Staining my reality, yeah, yeah

Don’t lift me up
To turn me down
I just want a lover
Baby stay with me on the floor
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below

Don’t lift me up
To turn me down
I just want a lover
Baby stay with me on the floor
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below

If you bought the fantasy
It’s murder in the first degree, yeah
Yeah
Is my sexuality
Creating such a tragedy, yeah
Yeah

Don’t lift me up
To turn me down
I just want a lover
Baby, stay with me on the floor
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below

Don’t lift me up
To turn me down
I just want a lover
Baby stay with me on the floor
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below, ooh

I’m so tired of playing this crazy game
Someone’s always left out in the rain
Is there a chance that we can make it, uh
Just keep it real ’cause we can’t fake it, yeah

‘Cause you and I can’t take this anymore
We’ve got to keep our feet right on the floor
There’s no more secrets, no more lying
Baby I’m really, really trying
To get to love

Don’t lift me up
To turn me down
I just want a lover
Baby stay with me on the floor
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below

Don’t lift me up
To turn me down
Baby stay with me on the floor
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below, ooh
Don’t lift me up
To turn me down
Baby, stay with me on the floor

Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below
Talk with me, let me go
Got to keep below, ooh<

Source: LyricFind
Songwriter: Lenny Albert Kravitz
Low lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Challenge Rules
• Post the lyrics to the song of your choice, whether it fits the theme or not. If it does not fit, then please explain why you chose this song.
• Please try to include the songwriter(s) – it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due.
• Make sure you also credit the singer/band and if you desire you can provide a link to where you found the lyrics.
• Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song.
• Ping back to this post or place your link in the comments section below.
• Read at least one other person’s blog, so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process.
• Feel free to suggest future prompts.
• Have fun and enjoy the music.

One from the Vaults: Are you gonna go my way?

I’ve decided that once a week I’ll re-post something from my extensive archives. Obviously many of my early posts 2009 – 2012 heavily feature cycling. I’ll try to keep these to a minimum as I know not everyone is a cycling fan.

Frankly, if Lenny Kravitz were to ask me, my answer would be affirmative. Sadly, Lenny wasn’t asking but I continue to live in hope rather than expectation. I’ll explain the connection, but first I have to back track.

The mercury had risen a few degrees, the sun was shining so my beloved and I decided to venture up into the hills for a ride. It was still chilly in the shade, and one had to exercise caution in the corners, but I was riding really well.  I suspect Peter Sagan (winner of today’s stage in the Tour of Oman) and I had the same breakfast this morning.

My husband turned round early to get back for a conference call while I pressed onwards and upwards. I was riding strongly even though I was doing high cadence intervals. I was channelling my inner Alberto [Contador] and spinning without too much movement on the bike. Not quite as supple as Alberto, but I’m getting there. I even overtook a few groups of cyclists but almost came to grief as a Monaco registered black Porsche passed by me way too close. Still, on the positive side, he’d have been able to afford to compensate my beloved for losing the woman who makes his life heaven [and hell] or, at best, replace my beloved bike.

A gentleman, probably in his early sixties, rode up to me and expressed concern with antics of the Porsche. We exchanged a few disparaging words about foreigners and tax dodgers. Then he accelerated gently away. I was determined to keep him in view. I picked up my pace and maintained the distance between us. As we crested the hill, at the entrance to the village, the road flattens out and I shot past him. I was well ahead as I started the descent but he caught me as I was delayed by a small traffic jam. He stayed on my wheel until the roundabout. I turned left after the roundabout, while he cut it. This was war! I tracked him. I didn’t know where he was going, but I was going too.

I stayed on his wheel until the next roundabout. I was hoping he was going to turn right. He did. I followed him up the slight rise, shifted into my big ring and then attacked on the downhill: game over. I know this descent like the back of my hand and I powered down it. I never saw him again.

This is one of my favourite games when I’m out riding. I like to get someone in my sights, ride up to them and past. Guys generally don’t like being overtaken by a female and will often give chase. I can hold my own on the flat, am vulnerable on any climbs but will crush anyone on the downhills.  Most rides around here involve a long ascent, then a few ups and downs, followed by a long descent. If you’re still in my sights come the descent, you’re toast!

Of course, some resolutely refuse to play ball and ride me off their wheels on the ascent, never to be seen again. But if I don’t at least try, I’ll never get into a winning position. I wonder if Lenny cycles?

Holiday photos: day 8

Our trip to Bordeaux did not get off to an auspicious start as we were delayed by traffic jams caused by roadworks and accidents. I had booked a small, charming, B&B that had excellent ratings on booking.com for the next five nights. I had some slight concern as I’d been unable to contact them to reserve either a parking spot or advise them of our late arrival.

Our plan had been to arrive well before the start of the France v Belgium game and then head out to see Lenny Kravitz who was in town. Well, the best laid plans and all that saw us arrive at the B&B at half-time, after listening to the match commentary on the radio, only to find no one was home. We again tried to contact them to no avail and finally found another small hotel nearby for the night.

We watched the last 15 minutes of the game and then the hotel owner broke out the bubbles – how nice! I sent a few pithy emails of complaint to booking.com and we decided not to book another hotel until we’d slept on it. After an exceedingly good night’s sleep we decided to stay on at the small hotel for a couple of days. I hope Lenny wasn’t too disappointed that we were “no shows.”

Postscript: Chapeau to booking.com: profuse apologies plus offer to reimburse us for any additional costs.