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Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump


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Настоящее имя Patrick Martin Stumph
Дата рождения 27 апреля 1984 г.
Место рождения Glenview, Illinois
Жанры Pop punk
Pop Rock
R&B
Alternative Rock
Годы 2001—н.в.
Лейблы Island Records
Decaydance Records
См. также Fall Out Boy
Сайт Website



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Альбом Patrick Stump


Truant Wave (22.02.2011)
22.02.2011
1.
Porcelain (feat. Alph-A-Bit)
2.
3.
Cute Girls (feat. Om'mas Keith)
4.
5.
6.
Big Hype (feat. D.A. of Chester French and Driis)
. . .


I don't ever want to meet you
'Coz you're like porcelain
And I think it would crack
If I found you were a brat
Stay perfect
Stay perfect

I don't ever want to meet you
'Coz you're like porcelain
And I think it would crack
If I found you were a brat
Stay perfect
Stay perfect

Nothing as disappointing
And I don't want to be disappointed
I'm just some kid you'll think about maybe in passing
But you're like my passion for real
But distance is a lot less stress
How you do what you do's still an uneducated guess
And I bet you'll think I'm crazy
But I think you're just a little bit amazing
Maybe, maybe I want to be you baby
No, I simply can't resist my imagination
Now I'm amount of patience
Validates my preoccupation
Let me say this
You look better famous, yeah

I don't ever want to meet you
Because you're like porcelain
And I think it would crack
If I found you were a brat
Stay perfect
Stay perfect

Ahem
Dear superhero, whom I look up to from afar
Cause you're of a whole other galaxy
I know you might find this shit so bizarre
I rather we never had to meet, had to speak
I think I know who you are in my imagination
But not too sure about reality
You're a superstar, with that glow one has to be
But you come across brighter in a magazine
Shine much more on a plasma screen
If that don't wake me like a bad dream, bad dream
Sad scene like Mufasa in that stampede
Exactly why this calls for my evacuation
Before this conversation paints the picture
That my mind has painted
Faded
'Coz it can get complicated to recognize your idol's tainted
Damn, is that a face lift?
'Coz you look better famous

I don't ever want to meet you
Because you're like porcelain
And I think it would crack
If I found you were a brat
Stay perfect
Stay perfect

I don't ever want to meet you
Because you're like porcelain
And I think it would crack
If I found you were a brat
Stay perfect
Stay perfect

Have you ever met somebody who was perfect 'til you met them
Woah, oh oh
Have you ever met somebody who was perfect 'til you met them
I have

I don't ever want to meet you
Because you're like porcelain
And I think it would crack
If I found you were a brat
Stay perfect
Stay perfect

I don't ever want to meet you
Because you're like porcelain
And I think it would crack
If I found you were a brat
Stay perfect
Stay perfect

I don't ever want to meet you
Because you're like porcelain
And I think it would crack
If I found you were a brat
Stay perfect
Stay perfect

I don't ever want to meet you
Because you're like porcelain
And I think it would crack
If I found you were a brat
Stay perfect
Stay perfect

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

. . .


Every word's a new regret if you say it right, right
Every wound can be forgotten in the right light
Oh nostalgia, I don't need you anymore
'Cause the salad days are over and the meat is at my door

They might try to tell you how you can live your life
But don't, don't forget it's your right
To do whatever you like, you like, you like, you like

'Cause they might try to tell you how you can live your life
But don't, don't forget it's your right
To do whatever you like, you like

'Cause you could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight
You could be the star, you could shine so bright (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight

Depression is a little bit like happy hour, right?
So, it's gotta be happening somewhere on any (any) given (given) night
Oh nostalgia, I don't need you anymore
I just hope, my perfect stranger, that my kids look more like yours

'Cause they might try to tell you how you can live your life
But don't, don't forget it's your right
To do whatever you like, you like

'Cause you could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight
You could be the star, you can shine so bright (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You can be your own spotlight
You could be the star, you could shine so bright (a-yo, a-yo, a-yo, a-yo)

'Cause I had a little bit of bad luck
Under this crumbling world, stuck
A little sweetness keeps just out of reach
'Cause compassion is something that they just don't, just don't teach, teach

'Cause you could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight
You could be the star, you can shine so bright (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own, be your own (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight (a-yo, a-yo)
You could be your own spotlight
You could be the star, you could shine so
Shine so, shine so, shine so
Spotlight, spotlight, spotlight, spotlight, spotlight
You could be the star, you could shine so bright (Yeah)
You could be your own spotlight

. . .


Pretty things
Fresh out of their teens
Not ready for the world
In a world of bad dreams
Well, is it self esteem?
Cause you're almost on your knees
Out looking for a good time
But time's not on their side

Tonight, her tights shake a little loose
Feeling woozy, not a floozy
But the booze makes her less choosy
You'll stumble and tumble to new bruises
While you're giving me the blues, yeah yeah yeah, oh

But it's a thin thin line between a good and a bad idea
So I should bite my tongue before I tell you how
I really feel

(Just watch out for those)
Cute girls
Cute girls
Cute girls
Cute girls

Girl, I'm just impressed with your face
Not your dress
Girl, I'm just impressed with your face
Not your dress

You singing along with the same old song
Blasting out a car window
Passing down your boulevard tonight
Under another unforgiving streetlight

But it's a thin thin line between a good and a bad idea
So I should bite my tongue before I tell you how
I really feel

(Just watch out for those)
Cute girls
Cute girls
Cute girls
Cute girls

(Let me hear you say)
Girl, I'm just impressed with your face
Not your dress
Girl, I'm just impressed with your face
Not your dress

Drink, crazy girl
Tip my crown to the world
I knew a big chick and her jeans is tight
Knew that she was black and white
Ain't no time like a (?) livin' that
Walking the town with (?)
Oh yeah, your face is so

You better watch it for the cute
Cute girls
Cute girls, cute girls
Cute girls
(Ha)

. . .


I hear you've got your troubles, or so I've been told
Maybe just a couple but I'm not quite sold
I'm indifferent to the difference between tomorrow and today
Less an indiscretion than a lesson I've been paid
And the stages of recovery can signify your age
Like rings around a stump
Oh, that's something I know a little bit about, child
Lately, it's been getting a little bit crazy
I don't wanna be complaining, complaining, oh

All my friends go to bed
Dreaming up a reason they should weep, weep
And all my friends walk to the ends of the earth, for secrets they don't wanna keep

And this is my confession
Yes, yes
This is me confessing:
God bless
The sad and selfish
Stay helpless

Cause I've always been stronger than that
Hold the weight of the world on my back
It's just love, selfish love
Love, selfish love

I've got nothing to confess, yes
I've got nothing to confess, yes
I've got nothing to confess, yes
I've got nothing to confess

It's too easy to be scared sometimes
I'm not gonna lie like I don't understand
But it's like the whole world is jumping off the bridge
And you don't want to be the one standing on dry land

All my friends go to the ends of the earth for secrets they don't wanna keep

And this is my confession
Yes, yes
This is me confessing:
God bless
The sad and selfish
Stay helpless

'Coz I've always been stronger than that
Hold the weight of the world on my back
It's just love, selfish love
Love, selfish love

I've got nothing to confess, yes
I've got nothing to confess, yes
I've got nothing to confess, yes
I've got nothing to confess

Yes, yes
This is me confessing:
God bless
The sad and selfish
Stay helpless

'Coz I've always been stronger than that
Hold the weight of the world on my back
It's just love, selfish love
Love, selfish love

I've got nothing to confess, yes
I've got nothing to confess, yes
I've got nothing to confess, yes
I've got nothing to confess

. . .


I'll believe whatever you say
As long as I know I'm getting paid
I'll swear upon my mother's grave
I'll swear at heaven, saints be praised
I'll put my hand to book and pray
As long as I know I am getting paid

That's the way I want to be saved
As long as I know I'm getting paid
Whatever my word is worth in trade
As long as I know I'm getting paid

Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money
Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money

I'll lay to rest, the bed is made
As long as I know I'm getting paid
In this life that matters more than death
I'll follow till my dying breath
And whatever crap you may decree
As long as I know you're paying me

That's the way I want to be saved
As long as I know I'm getting paid
Whatever my word is worth in trade
As long as I know I'm getting paid
As long as I know I'm getting paid

When the devil shivers off the dust
With welcome breath an acrid gust
I'll shake the hand the Lord forbade
As long as I know I'm getting paid

Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money
Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money
Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money
Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money
Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money
Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money
Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money
Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money
Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money
Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money
Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money
Money, money
I'm empty, fill me with some money

And that's the way I want to be saved
As long as I know I'm getting paid
Whatever my word is worth in trade
As long as I know I'm getting paid

That's the way I want to be saved
As long as I know I'm getting paid
Whatever my word is worth in trade
As long as I know I'm getting paid

. . .


Big hype, big letdown
Though it's easy to forget
It will keep you on the ground
Don't count on your good fortune
Just make your fortune count on you
Yeah, make your fortune count on you

[Driis]
You're fortunate now
But somehow your past should show you how
To keep your feet down on the ground

I have tried, I have failed
Every sea to scare the sailor
I have sailed
But the only souvenir I returned with
Is never, never, never trust big hype
No, never, oh

[D.A.]
I have loved, I have lost
I have made my way but also paid the cost
Though I wouldn't trade a lesson
The impression I wish to leave is
Never, never, never trust...

Big hype, big letdown
Though it's easy to forget
It will keep you on the ground
Don't count on your good fortune, baby
You make your, make your fortune count on
You make your fortune count on you
You make your fortune count on you, oh

[Driis]
You're fortunate now
But somehow your past should show you how
To keep your feet down on the ground

I have loved, I have lost
I have made my way but also paid the cost
Though I wouldn't trade a lesson
The impression I wish to leave is
Never, never, never trust

Big hype, big letdown
Though it's easy to forget
It will keep you on the ground
Don't, don't count on your good fortune, yeah yeah
You make your, make make make your fortune
Make your fortune count, oh

Big hype
Big hype
Big hype
Big hype
Big, big, big, big, big, big, big
Feel big
Feel big
Feel big
Feel big
Oh, oh, no

[Driis]
You're fortunate now
But somehow your past should show you how
To keep your feet down on the ground

It's lonely at the top
When you kick friends off
Don't let them see you cry

. . .


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