Kate Nash sounds Cockney, though she certainly doesn’t have a working-class background. Cockney is merging into the popular Southeastern dialect now known as Estuary English. So the way she sounds is very hip. ( See audio-article on British English in German at Wikipedia.)
This songwriter doesn’t mince words: “What are you being a dickhead for?” she spits out. Fighting words. Kate Nash, who studied at the same performing-arts high school as Amy Winehouse, says she sees herself as a storyteller. On “Foundations” she chastises her sloppy and drunk crush for puking on her new sneakers. True story? “Actually, it was me — I threw up on my friend’s shoes!” (Rolling Stone) — A year ago she said, “You know, I’m not a pretentious person – I was a bit of a chav, I wore trackies, trainers, hoodies, hoops. And I drank Smirnoff Ice and WKD. It was good! My youth! But the difference for me is that I am ambitious and I don’t want to end up doing something boring and monotone and routine. And rubbish.” (Times Online) Kate Nash won a BRIT award for best British artist this past year.
Thursday night, everything’s fine
Except you’ve got that look in your eye
When I’m telling a story, and you find it boring
You’re thinking of something to say
You’ll go along with it, then drop it
And humiliate me in front of our friends
Then I’ll use that voice that you find annoying
And say something like,
“Yeah, intelligent input, darling.
Why don’t you just have another beer then?”
Then you’ll call me a bitch
And everyone we’re with will be embarrassed
And I won’t give a shit
My fingertips are holding onto
The cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go, but I can’t
And every time we fight I know it’s not right
Every time that you’re upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can’t
You said I must eat so many lemons
‘Cause I am so bitter
I said, “I’d rather be with your friends, mate,
‘Cause they are much fitter.”
Yes, it was childish
And you got aggressive
And I must admit that I was a bit scared
But it gives me thrills to wind you up
My fingertips are holding onto
The cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go, but I can’t
And every time we fight I know it’s not right
Every time that you’re upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can’t
Your face is pasty
‘Cause you’ve gone and got so wasted
What a surprise
Don’t want to look at your face, ’cause it’s making me sick
You’ve gone and got sick on my trainers
only got these yesterday
Oh my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this
Well, I’ll leave you there ’till the morning
And I purposely won’t turn the heating on
And dear God, I hope I’m not stuck with this one
My fingertips are holding onto
The cracks in our foundation
And I know that I should let go, but I can’t
And every time we fight I know it’s not right
Every time that you’re upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can’t
And every time we fight I know it’s not right
Every time that you’re upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can’t
And every time we fight I know it’s not right
Every time that you’re upset and I smile
I know I should forget, but I can’t
I love her dialect and can’t get this tune out of my head, but… it just me, or do her infectious melodies sound like broken CDs or ring tones to you, too?
learning english with songs 🙂 englischlernen mit liedern
