At the heart of his appeal is a lyrical honesty and devotion to his fans seldom found in today's mainstream musical landscape. And his fans love him for it. As testament to this artist-fan connection, out of 1,700 artists entered in the SSL/Eventful/Tunecore "Lay It Down And Mix It Up In The UK" Contest, Gavin took first place, winning by a margin of over 13,000 votes and more than doubling the number of votes cast for the second place finisher. Having won, Gavin traveled to Peter Gabriel's Real World Studios to begin work on his new studio album (due for release in 2013). Like his previous offerings, the album is sure to please fans and critics alike, showcasing his poignant lyrics, true musicianship, and further setting him apart from other artists in the piano singer-songwriter genre. Talented, down-to-earth, and with songs that touch the soul, Gavin is truly one to watch in 2013.
The A Team
Gavin Mikhail Lyrics
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Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light′s gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
Stuck in her daydream
She's 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
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
She's 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
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyes
And hoping 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
She′s been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we′re just under the upper hand
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 sell love to another man
It′s too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
Gavin Mikhail's song "The A Team" tells the story of a young woman who is caught in a cycle of addiction and despair. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of her struggles, describing her physical and emotional deterioration. The opening lines set a somber tone, as her white lips and pale face indicate her ill health and perhaps drug use. Breathing in snowflakes suggests her longing for an escape from her harsh reality.
The lyrics also hint at her involvement in the sex trade, with references to strange men and being a call girl. This further highlights the desperation she faces in order to survive and support herself. The chorus emphasizes her dreams and aspirations, stating that she has been stuck in a daydream since the age of eighteen. However, her face is slowly sinking and wasting away, crumbling like pastries. This imagery suggests that her dreams are fading, along with her physical and mental well-being.
The song conveys the harsh reality of addiction and the impact it has on individuals like the singer. The lines "the worst things in life come free to us" and "we're just under the upper hand" highlight the struggles faced by those in lower socioeconomic circumstances, who may feel trapped and resort to destructive behaviors to cope.
Overall, "The A Team" is a poignant and emotive song that sheds light on the dark realities of addiction and the hardship faced by individuals who are caught in its grip.
Writer(s): Ed Sheeran
Contributed by Jordyn J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.