1) Felt was a 1980s UK in… Read Full Bio ↴There are four artists with the name Felt:
1) Felt was a 1980s UK indie band hailing from Birmingham, led by enigmatic Lawrence Hayward (or, just "Lawrence" for preference), and usually included guitarist Maurice Deebank and drummer Gary Ainge.
The band claimed to have released ten albums and ten singles in ten years but actually released 11 singles if you include their debut Index on Shanghai Packaging. They were influenced by, among others, New York band Television and 60's icon Bob Dylan. Forming in 1979, Felt never broke through to the mainstream, but enjoyed a substantial cult following. Throughout the early 1980s, Felt released a number of oblique, minimalistic guitar pop gems. In 1986 they broke through with the single "Primitive Painters" (featuring the Cocteau Twins' Elizabeth Fraser), and the album "Forever Breathes The Lonely Word". Here, Hayward's trademark melodic songs are matched by a fuller sound - catchy organ lines from Martin Duffy (now with Primal Scream) and Deebank's cascading guitars feature throughout.
Following this, releases in 1987 of Poem Of The River, in 1988 of The Pictorial Jackson Review, and in 1989 of Me And A Monkey On The Moon, cemented Felt's cult following and reputation, before Hayward split the band up to pursue 70s-influenced project, Denim, and subsequently Go-Kart Mozart.
Felt's influence continues to reverberate in the music of current bands like Belle and Sebastian who have acknowledged their admiration.
2) Felt is a collaboration between emcees Murs (Nick Carter) and Slug (Sean Daley of Atmosphere). The group has released two albums so far, with the first one being produced by Murs' fellow Living Legends member the grouch and the second one with Slugs long time beat maker ant behind the boards.
according to the Rhymesayers website (their label):
FELT is a musical collaboration with the long-term goal of having sex with b-level Hollywood actresses. On tour back in 2001, Murs and Slug were in a van driving from Eugene, OR to San Francisco, CA. Near Weed, CA on highway 5 South, there was a heated discussion over which rapper had the better chance of sleeping with Christina Ricci. Murs and Slug decided to make a record dedicated to Christina Ricci (with the hope of either Murs or Slug succeeding in having sex with her). Built on friendly competition, it was also an experiment to see if a rap record would be able to help breathe new life into her career.
The duo is coming at it once again with Aesop Rock taking control of the production. Felt 3 A Tribute to Rosie Perez was released in 2009.
3) Felt was an early '70 band from Alabama. Their sole album, titled FELT and issued in 1971, is full of good guitar work and fine vocals, and has become a very rare collectors' item. The band's leader Myke Jackson also made a solo album.
4) FELT is a Japanese doujinshi circle primarily focusing on the Touhou franchise, comprising of around 10 members. Their first album released in 2010, titled Milky Wink. They primarily focus on Ambient and Pop but also do Electronic vocal tracks as well. In 2020, it was announced on Twitter that the next album after Last Wink is going to be their final album as FELT believe they will disband afterwards.
Morris Day
Felt Lyrics
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Stepped inside this depth of a dive
with nothing but my breath and this rep that I'm riding
Check around the room to get a fresh look
Most these names already in the guest book
So I'm gonna sit on my stool and sip solo
The missing half of a stack of ripped photos
If she don't know so, the odds of blowing up
I never had trouble with the lovable
Walk down that hill and fuck all the buffalo
And by the time I get done with the small town
Ashes of bridges and all the walls fall down
Sitting in the middle of dialogue
I know I'm not the brightest star
Otherwise I'd probably be one foot out the front entrance
Before one sentence even starts breathin - I'm leavin'
Don't need another reason to carry guilt
But she got a fair grill and she very built
Plus I like her smile and her eyes are wild
Should I try to aspire you to write my style
Hold up - you can't take every 20 something back to the lab
just to jelly up her belly button
No thank you, my name is Sean
Here's a dollar for the jukebox - go play my song
[Chorus] {X2}
Cause this type of shit happens every day
We all go to heaven, even enemies may
You better stay in your place where the memories play
I'm just trying to live life cool - Morris Day
[Verse 2: Murs]
IOn the B L O C, laying low key
Hair gettin' braided whilst I'm talking to the homie
Old Gee, standing in the corner not talking
The little homie's sister wanna borrow my walkman
It's front yard politics, we talk a lot of shit
Who we wanna fight, broads that we're trying to hit
Kinda get bored so we bail to the store
Then we back, posted up for a few hours more
Now the homeboy cousin bring his ass down stairs
Tryin' to spark some convo, but don't nobody cares
Neither life or a square, I'm not even lookin'
No respect on the block cos he a mark n a hoodie
And I know this fool gonna say something sideways
The homeboy just start him out last Friday
Twenty years old, getting punked every Friday
Think that he hard cos he dips on the ?YA?
But my crew don't play, no time for discussion
Kept talkin' shit so my homeboy rushed him
Stomped him out in the grass 'til he had a concussion
Take ya ass in the house fool. don't say nuttin'
As he walked up the stairs heard him cry through the screen door
Sucker ass chump, what he tryin' to make a scene for
Know that he heard me cos the window was open
So I talked even louder and we kept on jokin'
[Chorus] {X4}
The song "Morris Day" by Felt, featuring Slug and Murs, is a unique blend of storytelling, rap and poetic lyrics. The verses narrate different scenes that lead to insightful observations on the complexities of life. The first verse finds Slug in a dive bar, observing a woman and reflecting on his aspirations. He understands that blowing up in the music industry is not as easy as it seems, and he needs to work on his craft if he is going to make it. The chorus highlights the idea that everyone has a story, good or bad, and we all have to deal with our demons. The second verse is Murs' take on block politics, where the singer is dealing with a wannabe gangster who is trying to fit in with the wrong crowd. Ultimately the singer has to maintain his position and protect his friends.
Line by Line Meaning
Stepped inside this depth of a dive with nothing but my breath and this rep that I'm riding
I walked into a dingy bar with just my reputation and some confidence
Check around the room to get a fresh look, most these names already in the guest book
I scan the room, recognizing everyone who's already hanging out here
If she don't know so, the odds of blowing up. Watch the word work, the gods are growing up
If she doesn't know who I am, that's okay because I know I'm going places and developing my skills as a rapper
I never had trouble with the lovable. Walk down that hill and fuck all the buffalo
I never had issues with getting along with people, but I'm also not afraid to take risks and challenge the norm
And by the time I get done with the small town, ashes of bridges and all the walls fall down
After I leave this small town, I'll have burnt some bridges and disrupted the status quo
Sitting in the middle of dialogue, I know I'm not the brightest star. Otherwise I'd probably be one foot out the front entrance before one sentence even starts breathing - I'm leaving
I'm aware that I'm not the best conversationalist, so I might try to leave before feeling awkward or out of place
Don't need another reason to carry guilt, but she got a fair grill and she very built. Plus I like her smile and her eyes are wild. Should I try to aspire you to write my style?
I don't want to feel guilty for pursuing a woman even though I recognize she's attractive and has a unique personality. Should I try to influence her to like my music?
No thank you, my name is Sean. Here's a dollar for the jukebox - go play my song
I'm not going to push my music on her, but I'll give her some money to play my song on the jukebox
We all go to heaven, even enemies may. You better stay in your place where the memories play. I'm just trying to live life cool - Morris Day
We all die and go to heaven, even our enemies. It's best to stay where happy memories were made. I'm just trying to live a good life without too much fuss
On the B L O C, laying low key. Hair getting braided whilst I'm talking to the homie. Old Gee, standing in the corner not talking. The little homie's sister wanna borrow my walkman
I'm hanging out on the block, keeping a low profile while chatting with my friend. An older person is present, but not talking. A little girl wants to borrow my Walkman
It's front yard politics, we talk a lot of shit. Who we wanna fight, broads that we're trying to hit. Kinda get bored so we bail to the store. Then we back, posted up for a few hours more
We engage in casual conversations about who we want to fight and who we're interested in dating. We get a little bored and go to the store, but come back and hang out for a few more hours
Now the homeboy cousin bring his ass down stairs. Tryin' to spark some convo, but don't nobody cares. Neither life or a square, I'm not even lookin'. No respect on the block cos he a mark n a hoodie
My friend's cousin comes downstairs and tries to start a conversation, but we're not interested. He doesn't have much going on in his life and he's not even worthy of our attention
And I know this fool gonna say something sideways. The homeboy just start him out last Friday. Twenty years old, getting punked every Friday. Think that he hard cos he dips on the ?YA?
I know this guy is going to say something disrespectful. My friend already got into a fight with him last Friday. He's twenty years old and gets beat up every week. He thinks he's cool because he drives a car brand that starts with Y
But my crew don't play, no time for discussion. Kept talkin' shit so my homeboy rushed him. Stomped him out in the grass 'til he had a concussion
My friends and I don't tolerate disrespectful behavior. When he kept talking trash, my friend physically attacked him and beat him up badly
Take ya ass in the house fool. don't say nuttin'. As he walked up the stairs heard him cry through the screen door. Sucker ass chump, what he tryin' to make a scene for
I tell the guy to go home and be quiet. As he walks away, I hear him crying and calling himself a sucker for trying to start a fight
Know that he heard me cos the window was open. So I talked even louder and we kept on jokin'
I know he could hear me because the window was open, so I spoke even louder and continued to joke around with my friends
Contributed by Matthew R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.