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My Friends by Stereophonics , Music Video and Lyrics
"My Friends" is a future single by Stereophonics from the album Pull the Pin. It is due for release December 10, 2007.
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Stereophonics - My Friends Lyrics Stop tap drink back eye on you You're out to find that something new Am I the fly you want trapped in your web I've seen that look a thousand times Your innocence can make you blind I can show you round a block or two Let me introduce you to my friends Let me buy you things, let me in your head Let us fly away let this never end My friend My friend Kick back think back look at you You got the look you got the shoes I'd like to fill your world and be with you Your lust for life just turns me on A star above that's shining on Think I'd like to see the world like you Let me introduce you to my friends Let me buy you things, let me in your head Let us fly away let this never end My friend My friend Let me introduce you to my friends Let me buy you things, let me in your head Let us fly away let this never end My friend My friend Single Released Date: December 3, 2007 (UK) Music Genre : Rock, Indie rock, Alternative rock, Britpop Stereophonics - Pull the Pin Album Review Only one band would write a song inspired by the London bombings and encase it in a sleeve featuring two lipglossed mouths chewing on a grenade pin. Yes, after the fluke brilliance of 2005's Dakota single (well, even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day), it's business as usual for Britain's most hamfisted rock band. The only things worse than Kelly Jones's aggrieved bellow and flatpack songwriting are his lyrics. Whether the subject is hedonism (Bank Holiday Monday is a grim, boozy account of a grim, boozy weekend), romance (I Could Lose Ya offers the delightful image of the frontman being fellated in a cinema) or theology (the 7/7 song, It Means Nothing, informs al-Qaida that different gods "love you all the same/ They just go by different names"), he is like someone performing brain surgery in boxing gloves: the patient always dies. source music.guardian.co.uk