British tunesmith Ed Sheeran finally drops his debut album, + (pronounced “plus”). He jumps right into his lead single, “The A Team”, a catchy and melancholy narrative about a junkie prostitute on downward spiral. Sheeran soulfully coos her sad story over minimal piano parts, ambient electric six-string effects, and muted acoustic guitar rhythms. He cleverly imports hip-hop beats and handclaps into the following “Drunk” before balancing smoothly sung verses with choruses rapidly phrased to match the rhythm track. Read Full BioBritish tunesmith Ed Sheeran finally drops his debut album, + (pronounced “plus”). He jumps right into his lead single, “The A Team”, a catchy and melancholy narrative about a junkie prostitute on downward spiral. Sheeran soulfully coos her sad story over minimal piano parts, ambient electric six-string effects, and muted acoustic guitar rhythms. He cleverly imports hip-hop beats and handclaps into the following “Drunk” before balancing smoothly sung verses with choruses rapidly phrased to match the rhythm track. In “Make Me Up,” his lyrics take on rhetorically conversational approach, earning the adoration of his muse with pop culture references and witty confessionals; it’s sung like a handwritten letter signed and sealed over piano notes. There’s live beatbox accompaniment in the pitter-patter backdrop of the harmonious “Small Bump” and the Justin Timberlake-inspired “You Need Me, I Don’t Need You” (wich boasts more a cappella rhythm a Bobby McFerrin album).
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The A Team
by Ed Sheeran
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyes and hopin' for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in the pipe, fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For angels to die
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ED SHEERAN
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by Ed Sheeran
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyes and hopin' for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in the pipe, fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For angels to die
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ED SHEERAN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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ksoup0925
I met an escort several years ago and we became somewhat close friends in addition to our other "relationship." She was 30 and I was 46; she was so intelligent and had a wicked sense of humor in addition to being just gorgeous. Over the next 2-3 years, I would see her 5-6 times a year but we also kept in touch via text. Little did I know she had a drug habit (heroin) until she dropped off the radar for a few months (got arrested) and then texted me out of the blue several months later. We caught up via text over a couple of days and she finally came clean with me that she had a nine year heroin habit. I was devastated - cried hard that night for how messed up her life was. She lived in a different state/city and needed a place to crash for awhile, so I invited her to come live with me. I had never heard of Ed Sheeran prior to meeting her but on one of our road trips, she played this song - I didn't catch all the lyrics but later that night while she was in the shower, I looked up the lyrics and watched this video. I cried hard. Again. Sobbed. Swore I would do whatever I could to help her get her life back on track. She no longer lives with me but she's recently made great strides in kicking her habit and I'm still helping support her at the moment. I will forever remember her when I hear this song and it's hard to listen to it without tears flowing. I never told her this but I love that girl.
ksoup0925
Fun shit - dumb shit. 💯
dirtyzany
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Shell Murphy
@Anthony Hussey u are an absolute disgraceful disgusting excuse of a " human being"...... Get a life. Dickhead.
muffin time
I'm so glad to hear that hope she never has to deal with it again
Fred Lewis
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Kid Poker
10 years and that has not changed the fact is a wonderful piece of art.
Mathhias Guerrero
:')
Tara Ford
❤️
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