Barcelona
FAMILY ROOM - Ed Sheeran Lyrics


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Oh, get up, up on the dancefloor tonight
I've got two left feet and a bottle of red wine
Making me feel like the beat and the bassline
Are in my blood, both hands up on her waistline
Get on up, baby, dance to the rhythm of the music
Don't care what the DJ chooses
Get lost in the rhythm with me
Please don't close until we wanna leave it

And you and I we're flying on an aeroplane tonight
We're going somewhere where the sun is shining bright
Just close your eyes
And let's pretend we're dancing in the street
In Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona

Well, get up, up on the dancefloor, move, it's a Saturday night
I fell in love with the sparkle in the moonlight
Reflected in your beautiful eyes
I guess that is destiny doing it right
And dance like they do in the Mediterranean
Spin you around me again and again, and
You're like something that God has sent me
I want you, baby, solamente

And you and I we're flying on an aeroplane tonight
We're going somewhere where the sun is shining bright
Just close your eyes
And let's pretend we're dancing in the street
In Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Barcelona
Oh, Barcelona
So let's pretend we're dancing in the street
In Barcelona

Las ramblas, I'll meet you
We'll dance around la Sagrada Familia (Barcelona)
Drinking Sangría
Mi niña, te amo mi cariño (Barcelona)
Mamasita rica
Sí, te adoro, señorita (Barcelona)
Los otros, viva la vida
Come on, let's be free in Barcelona
Las ramblas, I'll meet you
Come on and dance with me in Barcelona
Drinking Sangría
I just want to be in Barcelona
Mamasita, rica
Feel that summer breeze in Barcelona




Nosotros, viva la vida
Siempre vida, Barcelona

Overall Meaning

In the lyrics of "Barcelona" by Ed Sheeran, the singer sets the scene for a night of dancing and romance in the vibrant city of Barcelona. The song begins with an invitation to get up on the dancefloor and let the music take control, even if the singer admits to having two left feet and a bottle of wine. The pulsating beat and bassline of the music make the singer feel alive and connected, moving in harmony with the person they are dancing with. It's a moment of surrender to the music and the moment, where nothing else matters except being carried away by the rhythm.


As the song progresses, the imagery shifts to a dreamlike state where the singer and their love interest are flying on an airplane to a sunny destination. With eyes closed, they imagine themselves dancing in the streets of Barcelona, basking in the warmth of the sun and the passion of the moment. The repetition of the city's name reinforces the idea of escaping reality and immersing oneself in a fantasy world where anything is possible, especially the joy of dancing and being together.


The chorus celebrates the magic of a Saturday night, where the singer falls in love with the beauty of their partner under the moonlight. The Mediterranean-inspired dance moves and the connection felt between them suggest a deep sense of destiny and love. The singer cherishes the moments spent dancing with their partner, feeling as though they have been sent from a higher power. The Mediterranean vibe adds to the romantic and exotic atmosphere of the song, creating a sense of escapism and euphoria in the midst of the dancefloor.


The final verses transport the listener to the streets of Barcelona, where the singer promises to meet their lover for a night of dancing around iconic landmarks like La Sagrada Familia. The references to Sangría, Spanish endearments, and the summer breeze all evoke the sensory experiences of being in Barcelona, a city known for its passion, beauty, and liveliness. The call to "viva la vida" (live life) encapsulates the carefree and joyful spirit of the song, inviting the listener to join in the celebration of love, music, and freedom in the enchanting cityscape of Barcelona.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, BDI Music Limited, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Foy Vance, Amy Victoria Wadge, Benjamin Joseph Levin, Edward Christopher Sheeran, John Mcdaid

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@pedroganhito4004

Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
That’s you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus as I sing to you loud
And I can’t, no, I won’t hush
I’ll say the words that make you blush
I’m gonna sing this now
See, I’m true, my songs are where my heart is
I'm like glue I stick to other artists
I'm not you, now that would be disastrous
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, I’m real, I do it all, it’s all me
I’m not fake, don’t ever call me lazy
I won’t stay put, give me the chance to be free
Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me, hey

[Chorus]
Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me
[Verse 2]
I sing, "I write my own tune and I write my own verse," hell
Don't need another wordsmith to make my tunes sell
Call yourself a singer-writer, you’re just bluffing
Name’s on the credits and you didn’t write nothing
I sing, fast, I know that all my shit's cool
I will blast and I didn't go to Brit school
I came fast with the way I act, right
I can’t last, if I’m smoking on a crack pipe
And I won’t be a product of my genre
My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
Musically I’m demonstrating
When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
Times at the enterprise when some fella filmed me
A young singer writer like a Gabriella Cilmi yeah

[Chorus]
Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me man
[Verse 3]
All I want in this cold world is to make music and use it
Not to abuse it and get affected, infected with the who's who of music
Who did it, who is it, who's in it or what the hell does it matter?
Chitter chatter, don't matter what a yidder, yidder, yadder, it don't matter to me
All I want is a bit of dignity in me to battle this industry freely
To be me in this seedy, needy world, can you hear me?
Hey, so I keep singing that
When I first started this rapping shit I felt pressure from haters
Became invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radar
And made for the stars, kept my grind in the dark
And then appeared with a remedy kicking rhymes with a melody
Hennesey shots and Glocks, all these fools on the block
Who said you gotta be a gangster now to raise to the top?
I'm just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy
With my head in the sky, Ed Sheeran, Urban Angel coming ready to die
So see the signs, stand to the side
Open your eyes and take a look and realize
The resurrection's arrived and as the mist clears
I arise from my tomb in disguise, all alone, Alonestar
Urban Angel rising from the ashes
Surprising all haters, guiding, now moving steady

[Pre-Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mummy I've got the X if you're into taking drugs
Into having sex, I ain't into making love
Come give me a hug if you're into getting rough
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bubbly
Mummy I've got the X if you're into taking drugs
Into having sex, I ain't into making love
Come give me a hug if you're into getting rough
[Chorus]
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me

[Instrumental break]

[Bridge]
My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been burning
My eyes are red, I've been burning, I've been burning
My eyes are red I've been burning, I've been burning on a spliff off your high grade
My eyes are red I've been burning, I've been burning, burning, burning

[Verse 4]
Now where I come from burning weed it is a habit
A big fat bag of high grade weed, you know I got to have it
Cos if I don't have it in my pocket I'm going to panic
Cos like I said where I come from weed smoking is a habit
Yup, we'll do da bun in the place up in the hood
One of them things I have inherited like a ghetto man should
One of them things is smoking weed it yes it makes me feel good
Burning high grade sensimilla, yes it makes me feel
But me is a man, ah, talk about sensimilla is a drug
And if I start to smoke it I'mma-nna turn into a thug
Where I come from that they talking could that only get you mugged
Where I come from burning weed it is a blessing from above
Where I come from yes we bun it when we listen rub a dub
Where I come from yes we bun after we just-a make a love
Where I come from yes we bun it when the sun starts shine
I blaze high grade weed all the time!

[Bridge]
Now my eyes are red
Cause you need me, I don't need you
You need me man, my eyes are red
You need me man, I don't need you
You need me man, my eyes are red
And you need me, I don't need you
You need me man, my eyes are red
You need me man, I don't need you
You need me man, I don't need you

[Instrumental break]

[Interlude]
Woooah
Woooah
Woooah
Yea

[Verse 5]
Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right
I won't stop until my name's in lights
With stadium heights, with Damian Rice
On red carpets, now I'm on Arabian Nights
Because I'm young I know my brothers gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper
Never be anything but a singer/songwriter, yeah
The game's over but now I'm on a new level
Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
People think that I'm bound to blow up
I've done around about a thousand shows but
I haven't got a house plus I live on a couch
So you believe the lyrics when I'm singing them out
Wow, from day one I've been prepared
With V05 wax for my ginger hair
Now I'm back to the sofa giving a dose of
What the future holds cause it's another day

[Verse 6]
Rucksack with the old clothes, I rap with cold flows
I'm back with the old jokes, in fact you don't know
On tracks I throw blows to make my punchlines relevant
If you can't keep up you'll get none, you're celibate
My flows developing, skin lacks the melanin
Give me a shot of adrenaline and I get it in
Do it for the hell of it
Cause ever since I hit the mainstream with The A Team I seem to sell a bit
I took what held me back with the women, then I packaged the image
Put in some content, then I sold it back as a gimmick
The fact is this, I'll end up dating actresses
Wake up on dirty mattresses, I think I'll need to practice this
But I make shit happen, call me a laxative
World's on my shoulders, I don't even know what Atlas is
Hard bars sharp like a cactus is
I'm back to rapping, back to back cause I've been practicing
I'm back to sing this

[Chorus]
Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man

[Verse 7]
I'll keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic
And I'll be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
Into another rapper shoes using new laces
I'm selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the majors
Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to get the bus back
Clean cut kid without a razor for the mustache
I hit back, when the pen hurts me
I'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I'm still the same as a year ago but more people hear me though
According to the MySpace and YouTube videos
I'm always doing shows if I'm not I'm in the studio
Truly broke, never growing up, call me Rufio
Melody music maker, reading all the papers
They say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator

[Chorus]
Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don't need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me man
Don't need yu

[Outro]
Cool…



@stefandre2007

LYRICS WITH TIMECODE
[1:23]
Now I’m in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
That’s you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud

And I can’t, no, I won’t hush
I’ll say the words that make you blush
I’m gonna sing this now
Oh oh

See, I’m true, my songs are where my heart is
I’m like glue, I stick to other artists
I’m not you, now that would be disastrous
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, I’m real, I do it all, it’s all me
I’m not fake, don’t ever call me lazy
I won’t stay put, give me the chance to be free
Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me

‘Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you

You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man

[2:16]
I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse
Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell
Call yourself a singer-writer - you’re just bluffing
Your name’s on the credits and you didn’t write nothing
I sing fast, I know that all my shit’s cool
I will blast and I didn’t go to Brit School
I came fast with the way I act, right
I can’t last if I’m smoking on a crack pipe

And I won’t be a product of my genre
My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
And musically I’m demonstrating
When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
Times at the Enterprise when some fella filmed me
‘A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi’

‘Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you

You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man

[3:08]
And all I want in this cold world is to make music
And use it not to abuse it
And get infected then facted with the who’s who of music
Who did it, who is it, who’s in it
Who’s what the hell does it matter chitter chatter don’t matter with the yidi yidi yada
Don’t matter to me all I want is a bit of dignity
Hear me to battle this industry
Freely to be me in this CD needy world can you hear me?
Hey

So I keep singing that
When I first started this rapping shit
I felt pressure from haters
Became invaded with sadists
And just developed a hater radar
I’m aimed for the stars
Kept my grind in the dark

[3:31]
Then they came with the remedy kicking rhymes with the melody
Hennessey shots and all these fools on the block
Who said you’ve got to be a gangster now to raise the top
I'm just a normal casual usual everyday type of guy
With my head in the sky
Ed Sheeran urban angel
Coming ready to die
So see the signs
Stand at the side
Open your eyes and take a look and realise
The resurrection’s arrived
And as the mist clears
I arise from my tomb in the skies
All alone Alonestar 
Urban angel rising from the ashes surprising 
No haters, guiding no moving

I’m steady you can find me in the club
Bottle full of bub
Mummy I’ve got the X if you’re into taking drugs
Into having sex, I ain’t into making love
Come give me a hug if you’re into getting rough
You can find me in the club, club
Bottle full of bubbly mummy
I’ve got the X if you’re into taking drugs
Into having sex, I ain’t into making love
Come give me a hug if you’re into getting rough

Uh huh, uh huh hooooo
Uh huh, uh huh

Cos you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
at all you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
at all you need me

[5:00]
My eyes are red
I’ve been burning, I’ve been burning
My eyes are red
I’ve been burning, I’ve been burning
My eyes are red
I’ve been burning, I’ve been burning on a spliff of your high grade
My eyes are red
I’ve been burning, I’ve been burning, burning, burning

Now where I come from burning weed it is a ‘abit
A big fat bag of high grade weed you know I got to have it
Cause if i dont have it in my pocket i’m going to panic
Cause like i said where i come from weed smoking is a habit
We'll do da bun in da place up in the hood
One of the tings i have inherited like a ghetto man should
One of dem tings i smoking weed it yes it makes me feel good
Burning high grade sensimilla yes it makes me feel.....
But me is a man ah talk bout sensimilla is a drug
And if I start to smoke it i’ma-nna turn into a thug. 
Where I come from that they talking could that only get ya mug. 
Where I come from burning weed it is a blessing from above. 
Where I come from yes we bun it when we listen rub a dub. 
Where I come from yes we bun it afta we just-a make a love. 
Where I come from yes we bun it when the sun starts shine. 
I blaze high grade weed all the time.
Now my eyes are red

Cos you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me - My eye are red
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me - My eye are red
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me - My eye are red
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you

woh ooh oh
woh ooh oh

[8:54]
'Cause with the lyrics I’ll be aiming it right
I won’t stop 'til my name's in lights
At stadium heights with Damien Rice
On red carpets, now I’m on Arabian Nights
Because I’m young I know my brother's gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah.
The game's over but now I’m on a new level
Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
People think that I’m bound to blow up
I’ve done around about a thousand shows
But I haven’t got a house plus I live on a couch
So you believe the lyrics when I’m singing them out, wow
From day one, I’ve been prepared
With vo5 wax for my ginger hair
So now I’m back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds
'Cause it’s another day

Rucksack with the old clothes, I rap with cold flows
I'm back with the old jokes, in fact you dont know
On tracks I throw blows to make my punch lines relevant
If you can't keep up you'll get none, you're celibate
My flows developing, skin lacks the melonin
Give me shot of adrenaline and I get it in
I do it for the hell of it
Ever since I hit the mainstream with The A Team I seem to sell a bit
I took what held me back with the women and then I packaged the image
Put in some content and I then I sold it back as a gimmick
The fact is this: I'll end up dating actresses
Wake up on dirty mattresses, I think I need to practice this
But I make shit happen, call me a laxative
World's on my shoulders, I don't even know what Atlas is
Hand bars sharp like cactus is
Im back to rap and back to back
Cause I've been practicing, I'm back to sing this

You need me man I dont need you
You need me man I dont need you
You need me man I dont need you at all
You need me man I dont need you

You need me man I dont need you
You need me man I dont need you
You need me man I dont need you at all
You need me'

[10:17]
I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
Gonna be breaking into other people’s tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
Into another rapper's shoes using new laces
I'm selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the majors
Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to get the bus back
Clean cut kid without a razor for the mustache
I hit back when the pen hurts me
I’m still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
I’m still the same as a year ago
But more people hear me though
According to the MySpace and YouTube videos
I’m always doing shows if I’m not I’m in the studio
Truly broke, never growing up call me Rufio
Melody music maker
Reading all the papers
They say I’m up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator .

'Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you

You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you
You need me, man, I don’t need you at all
You need me, man, I don’t need you



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@songkick

Who else is loving Ed's 'Afterglow' song?? https://EdSheeran.lnk.to/Afterglow

@pink9569

I'm the only one who liked even tho this vid was in 2012 you pinned this 59minutes ago and i love you very much. stay safe.

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@lew7989

No autotune. No production. No tweaks.
Just raw talent, a guitar & loopstation.

@goofyniall44

Lewis Smith There were definitely tweaks to the audio, also the production value is unbelievable so there is clearly production but that doesn't take away from his talent and sound. Just wouldn't glorify him to the point that you would say there wasn't any production or tweaks

@tobymarol7329

that doesn't mean there is no fx added on his mics, even the cheapest mixers can do that in real time - and they are in a professional studio after all

@lew7989

Oh shit guys, he has reverb on his mic

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