Biografia:
Jamie Treays, conhecido por Jamie T, nascido a 8 de Janeiro de 1986, é cantor e compositor de música, natural de Wimbledon, sul de Londres. Actualmente, tem contrato com a Virgin Records, mas lançou o seu album Betty and The Selfish Sons na sua própria editora Pacemaker Records. Já foi "apelidado" de "a próxima grande coisa" pela NME e várias vezes comparado a Bob Dylan e Mike Skinner (The Streets).
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Outras músicas:
- Emily's Heart
- If You Got The Money
- If Youve Got The Money
- Salvador
- Sheila
- Sheila Stella
- Spiders Web
- Spirder's Webs
- Sticks And Stones
- Zombie
- Back In The Game
- Believing In Things That Cant Be Done
- British Intelligence
- Calm Down Dearest
- Chaka Demus
- Dont You Find
- Dragon Bones
- Emilys Heart
- Fox News
- Have You Goit The Money
- If I Were A Boy
- Jenny Can Rely On Me
- Joan Of Arc
- Limits Lie
- Love Is Only A Heartbeat Away
- Magnolia Melancholia
- Mama Dont Smoke
- Mary Lee
- On The Green
- Power Over Men
- Rabbit Hole
- Robin Hood
- St Christopher
- Sticks N Stones
- The Curious Sound
- The Mans Machine
- The Prophet
- They Told Me It Rained
- Turn On The Light
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
This is how I play it to sing along with, so it won't sound right with the actual
Jamie T track. Plus its based around his acoustic version on Freshly Squeezed:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mmqamjomZM
I play with capo on 3rd because it suits my voice. But whatever tickles yer pickle.
[Intro]
G Am C D (hold)
G
If you've got the money
Am
I think it would be funny-oh-oh-oh
C D G
To take your girl, spend a bit of your cash for me
G
'Cause then she might be happy
Am
No longer lonely-oh-oh-oh
C D G
An' I could take her out the next day for pretty much free
{An' all the boys they go
G
Da-dee-doo-da-da-dee-da-doo-dah
Am
Da-dom-dom-de-de-dom-dom
C D
Dom-da-dee-doo-da-da-dom } x 2
[Verse 1]
G
I spend late nights trying to pick up love
Am
Off the floor, where the other brothers leave it be
C
Though it's stuck down hard it's like chewing gum
D
While a girl on the floor singing R.I.P.
G
'Cause the song birds don't do singing on pavements
Am
No sweet melody the sound of spit
C
Spat, or bit, spoke of lost hopes
D
So do what you're told man choke on it
(Its pretty much the same throughout!)
We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven
By three we are thinking of the love we lost
By four we be high, thinking of the girl lost second
Check the odds, was it worth the cost?
Do you give a toss?
Or are you, looking away?
Wondering why you can't eat?
Why you never sleep?
Drunk all the time?
Cold in the heat?
What you sow man is what you reap
[Hook]
If you've got the money
I think it would be funny-oh-oh-oh
To take your girl and spend a bit of your cash for me
'Cause then she might be happy
No longer lonely-oh-oh-oh
An' I could take her out the next day for pretty much free
[Verse 2]
You were always meant to walk out that job
You keep stopping
Should tell your girl more often
That loving is all about doors unlocking
Now you're certain ‘nuff near a man free
With a buddy holly hiccup on a karaoke
Tweedle on the needle, man you adjust the thread
Great granddaddy fought in Gallipoli
The only of his friends not shot down dead
Lovers all talk in the spits and tongues
Fight in the playground
Bully each other
Double dare kids that pollute their lungs
Threaten with the rep of their big boy brother
Some of us stay, want to run away
Momma still wants you home for supper
Work all day, little to no pay
Dance up-town right down to the gutter
[Hook]
With ya dee-dom dom-dee
Da-da-dee-dom-dom-dee
So move outta' the way man, dom-dee
Da-da-di-dee-dom-dee-dom-dee
Move outta' the way man, dom-dee
Da-da-di-dee-dom-dee-dom-dee
Move outta' the way man, dom-dee
Da-da-di-dee-dom-dee-dom-dee
G
If you've got the money
Jamie T track. Plus its based around his acoustic version on Freshly Squeezed:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mmqamjomZM
I play with capo on 3rd because it suits my voice. But whatever tickles yer pickle.
[Intro]
G Am C D (hold)
G
If you've got the money
Am
I think it would be funny-oh-oh-oh
C D G
To take your girl, spend a bit of your cash for me
G
'Cause then she might be happy
Am
No longer lonely-oh-oh-oh
C D G
An' I could take her out the next day for pretty much free
{An' all the boys they go
G
Da-dee-doo-da-da-dee-da-doo-dah
Am
Da-dom-dom-de-de-dom-dom
C D
Dom-da-dee-doo-da-da-dom } x 2
[Verse 1]
G
I spend late nights trying to pick up love
Am
Off the floor, where the other brothers leave it be
C
Though it's stuck down hard it's like chewing gum
D
While a girl on the floor singing R.I.P.
G
'Cause the song birds don't do singing on pavements
Am
No sweet melody the sound of spit
C
Spat, or bit, spoke of lost hopes
D
So do what you're told man choke on it
(Its pretty much the same throughout!)
We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven
By three we are thinking of the love we lost
By four we be high, thinking of the girl lost second
Check the odds, was it worth the cost?
Do you give a toss?
Or are you, looking away?
Wondering why you can't eat?
Why you never sleep?
Drunk all the time?
Cold in the heat?
What you sow man is what you reap
[Hook]
If you've got the money
I think it would be funny-oh-oh-oh
To take your girl and spend a bit of your cash for me
'Cause then she might be happy
No longer lonely-oh-oh-oh
An' I could take her out the next day for pretty much free
[Verse 2]
You were always meant to walk out that job
You keep stopping
Should tell your girl more often
That loving is all about doors unlocking
Now you're certain ‘nuff near a man free
With a buddy holly hiccup on a karaoke
Tweedle on the needle, man you adjust the thread
Great granddaddy fought in Gallipoli
The only of his friends not shot down dead
Lovers all talk in the spits and tongues
Fight in the playground
Bully each other
Double dare kids that pollute their lungs
Threaten with the rep of their big boy brother
Some of us stay, want to run away
Momma still wants you home for supper
Work all day, little to no pay
Dance up-town right down to the gutter
[Hook]
With ya dee-dom dom-dee
Da-da-dee-dom-dom-dee
So move outta' the way man, dom-dee
Da-da-di-dee-dom-dee-dom-dee
Move outta' the way man, dom-dee
Da-da-di-dee-dom-dee-dom-dee
Move outta' the way man, dom-dee
Da-da-di-dee-dom-dee-dom-dee
G
If you've got the money
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