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Robbie Williams Feels

 

Now how to write this to be as entertaining as the show was? Should show some balls, lots of teeth and a blonde crest. Sing the lungs out right through your speakers. Join a band. Get out if it. Then get fat. Then thin, then fat again. Go to rehab and get fat again and thin again. And then write “Angels”.

And then, maybe then, this would come close to the entertainment Robbie delivered last night, in Bucharest. Nope, not even then! And not ever. Because there’s only one Robbie!

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But “Love supreme” is a 15 years old song. So what? Don’t you want to hear all (ALL would be perfect, perfect af!) the songs you’ve grown up to? You don’t? You bet you do! I don’t care he hasn’t released anything new yet as long as he (HE!) is just going to sing “Feel” or “No regrets” right in front of me. Are you f*cking kidding me? Well, you might and that’s cool, too. F*ck you. Jk.

It (this “Let me entertain you” tour) has to be his way into our hearts again (that’s in case he ever left any), right before he releases an album and kicks it again! Yes, he can!

Concerts are fucking awesome!

There’s an unique vibe that you can only find in concerts. And it’s the only place you can stay with your hands up for two whole hours and dance and scream the fuck out of your stomach all together. When, on what planet, under what circumstances could you ever listen to “Wonderwall” (!!!) or “Still haven’t found what I’m looking for” (!!!) or “Back for good” (!!!) covered by Robbie? Only if you’re married to the guy. And you’re not! I know, boo-f-hoo!

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This covers thing is a whole new trend. It’s cool to see, though, everyone singing everyone’s songs. Music brings people together. Think about it! When listening. When looking. When dancing. When dreaming. When flying. When whatever.

However, music is magic!

Robbie is all about confidence. And attitude. And fun. Maybe you would’ve said “And ego”. But last night, after he pulled out “Bohemian Rhapsody” and absorbed all that love (for Queen, not for him) together with you in front of the gods (Queen)… I say “And love!”. And humbleness. Robbie-Williamsness.

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He is funny. The coolest. Yet, have you ever paid attention to his (written-by-himself) lyrics? Paid attention, not just listened to (you can find it below).

Yet, there is nothing more difficult than explaining humour. Nothing more boring, either. Humour is very particular, it has its own colour, brain and culture.

He can show us his butt (I can totally resonate with it, I did it all the time to my brother then laugh by myself out loud through the way back to my room) and sing “Feel” like there is no tomorrow.

“No regrets” was my last night’s favourite. And “Angels”. And everything. Fuck it.

Regardless, mom, I am not talking with fucking all the time. Robbie was! Last night.

PS: “Casa poporului” never looked better.

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“Feel”

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I’ve been given
I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don’t understand

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
Cos I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
I don’t wanna die
But I ain’t keen on living either
Before I fall in love
I’m preparing to leave her

Scare myself to death
That’s why I keep on running
Before I’ve arrived
I can see myself coming
I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
Cos I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
And I need to feel
Real love and the love ever after
I can not get enough

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
I got too much love
Running through my veins
To go to waste

I just wanna feel
Real love and the love ever after
There’s a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
It’s a real big place

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I’ve been given
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand

“No Regrets”

Tell me a story
Where we all change
And we’d live our lives together
And not enstranged

I didn’t lose my mind it was
Mine to give away
Couldn’t stay to watch me cry
You didn’t have the time
So I softly slip away…

No regrets they don’t work
No regrets they only hurt
Sing me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it’s just a point of view
But they tell me I’m doing fine

I know from the outside
We looked good for eachother
Felt things were going wrong
When you didn’t like my mother

I don’t want to hate but that’s
All you’ve left me with
A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of
How we all could live

No regrets they don’t work
No regrets they only hurt
(We’ve been told you stay up late)
I know they’re still talking
(You’re far too short to carry weight)
The demons in your head
(Return the videos they’re late)
If I could just stop hating you
(Goodbye)
I’d feel sorry for us instead

Remember the photographs (insane)
The ones where we all laugh (so lame)
We were having the time of our lives
Well thank you it was a real blast

No regrets they don’t work
No regrets they only hurt
Write me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it’s just a point of view
But they tell me I’m doing fine

Everything I wanted to be every
Time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and
Everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you
For a while
Then it passes by me and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is
Officially dead

Written by Cristina Pavelescu