nobody's getting the message Letra

A Message To You Rudy - Amy Winehouse

Leave A Message - A Day Away

Like Miss America trying to live her dream

She's just another teenage drama queen

And I'm just a boy that's stuck at home

I'll slip this note into your locker, reply yes or no

Look at the time, c'mon baby let's go

Oh, you have my heart, you're in controlDid my plan backfire right in my face?

Can you see the smoke rising oh from your place?

And you knew all along what was wrongAnd so I'm leaving this message on your phone

Were you just too busy or just not home?

And I'll leave a message after the tone

And I'll hope for the best but prepare for the worst

Don't worry girl, I deleted you first

And goodbye, so long, farewell

The love was good, but life was hellSo here comes your little bit of fame

Silicone and yes lipstick will stain

To my face the color red

I cannot get you outta my head

I'll straighten up the top of you

But like a knife the jacket just won't just do

And I'm hanging on here by a thread

Go cut these trees, get out of my headDid my plan backfire right in my face?

Could you see the smoke rising from your place?

And you knew all along what was wrongAnd so I'm leaving this message on your phone

Were you just too busy or just not home?

And I'll leave a message after the tone

And I'll hope for the best but prepare for the worst

Don't worry girl, I deleted you first

And goodbye, so long, farewell

The love was good, but life was hellAnd if I don't answer I'm probably just avoiding

Because conversation gets so annoying

And eave a message after the tone(Please leave a message, after the tone)

And so I'm leaving this message on your phone

Were you just too busy or just not home?

And I'll leave a message after the tone

(Please leave a message, after the tone)

And I'll hope for the best but prepare for the worst

Don't worry girl, I deleted you first

And goodbye, so long, farewell

The love was good, but life was hell

Messages - A Flock of Seagulls

Subliminal Messages - Aardvarks

The Message - Abadon Kansas

The Message 1 - Abandon Kansas

Message From The Grave - Acumen Nation

A Message To Martha - Adam Faith

Message In A Bottle - Adonis

Woah, woah, woah-woaaah.

Woah, woah, woah-woaaah.Lately you been actin' all kinds of strange, (all kinds of strange yeaah)

Treatin' me like you don't know my name (know my name)

Tryn'a figure out how it got this way (got this way)

Ohh & since I can't,

Baby I need you to take away this pain

All because...No man, wants to be on an island, alone

And I feel like I can't breathe

Ever since you been gone

So I'm writing (writing)

This letter (letter)

Explainin' (explainin')

This bitter (bitter)

I hope that it gets through,

I'm sending you this message in a bottle (bottle, bottle...)

Message in a bottle (bottle, bottle...)

Message in a bottle.Baby I feel like I'm losin' my mind (losin' my mind... Ohohh)

? every sillohette last night

So take this first class wine & get this weight off meeyey

I'm supposed to be in paradise, but it feels like misereeey-yeaahNo man, wants to be on an island, alone

And I feel like I can't breathe

Ever since you been gone

So I'm writing (writing)

This letter (letter)

Explainin' (explainin')

This bitter (bitter)

I hope that it gets through,

I'm sending you this message in a bottle (bottle, bottle...)

Message in a bottle (bottle, bottle...)

Message in a bottle.Sendin' you this message baby (can't be without your love)

Sendin' you this message baby (tell me what we can do)

Sendin' you this message baby (girl I need you to help me)

Sendin' you this message baby (I'm tellin' you noooo)No man, wants to be on an island, alone

And I feel like I can't breathe

Ever since you been gone

So I'm writing (writing)

This letter (letter)

Explainin' (explainin')

This bitter (bitter)

I hope that it gets through,

I'm sending you this message in a bottle (bottle, bottle...)

Message in a bottle (bottle, bottle...)

Message in a bottle.

Message In My Heart - Aeone

Message From Kathlene - Alkaline Trio

Message In a Bottle 1 - Alphaville

The air was thick like honey, without a breath or breeze, but filled with heat. jerry lay on his mattress and stared at the ceiling.

A rusty fan with grubby grey blades that would never turn again, was hanging above him like a huge dead insect. the distant roar of the montego bay expressway some three miles away, had started a few hours back. no sound was coming from the beach.

Jerry sat up and tried to peer through the grimy window-pane. the day was slouching against the hut like a wounded boxer. the sun brooded venomously yellow above the bay.

A new day. hallelujah!

He got up staggering & tripped over the empty whisky bottle on the floor by his bed, kicking it across the shabby room and under the sink where it joined an army of other empty bottles.

Shit, good lord and hallelujah!

His head was thundering. sunlight which was pouring through the window-frame in four thick beams corroded his eyes.

The water container beneath the window was empty. he sat down at the wooden table in the center of the room. a cigarette butt was floating in the half-empty coffee cup in front of him. shit.

Somebody knocked at the door. ""come in,"" he growled. the door opened with a creak. an angel walked in. he sat down across from jerry and put two bottles of whisky on the table. ""message from him,"" the angel said. ""drink.""

Without a word jerry opened one of the bottles, its message stuck in its neck as always. he pulled out the note and took a big gulp. then he sniffed the alcohol- drenched note. the smell of whisky. everything here smelled of whisky as if to cover the stench of the immense garbage dump at the foot of which his hut stood. he listened outside.

Distant roaring, nothing else.

Write down what you see was the message. at last something simple enough.

""he's not here anymore, right...""

It was a rhetorical question.

""what do you care, you get whisky, so wr ite,"" the angel replied coldly.

""not here anymore,"" jerry insisted. ""pissed off i bet, and you guys are stuck here, bored out of your brains.""

""you're talking bollocks,"" the angel said without the slightest sign of emotion.

""what the fuck. thrown half my life into this god-forsaken bay, all these god-forsaken stories.""

The angel got up. his wings rustled quietly.

""we're all just doing our job. just you drink and write."" then he disappeared. the door didn't even creak. he'd simply disappeared.

It was always the same. okay, he had the whisky, hallelujah! and all these god-forsaken heathens with their god-forsaken cars, they had whisky too but they would never fork it out. that's why he preferred the angel.

He took another gulp. the sun was at its peak, directly above the hut.

The heat was murderous. jerry plucked the butt from the coffee cup and drank it dry in one big swallow.

Then he reached for the bottle and his bleached umbrella and stepped outside. he squinted his eyes and looked across the still, blue sea. not a single ripple. not a single seagull.

This was hell and he was supposed to convert the devils. that was that.

He walked down to the beach, planted the umbrella in the grubby sand, settled down beneath and pulled the note from his pocket:

Write down what you see.

In the distance, the wreck of an old steamboat poked out of the lazy tide. the sky stretched across the bay in a breathtaking blue. the air shimmered. a large lizard crouched on top of a stranded oil barrel. now and then its tongue darted from its mouth.

Suddenly he remembered how as a child he had once found a colony of wild bees in the forest. back then in europe before all the shit came down. his father had told him that all the bees would follow their queen.

But what happened if the queen flew too fast? or flew the coup?

Had enough? go to hell, my people??

He gulped again. and what about the people? did they always follow god? with all their damned crap, their god-damned civilization & their thrice damned wars, always following, one upon the other?

What if god had enough of that?

Another gulp.

Praise be to the lord and jack daniel's.

Life goes on.

Even without god. oh man. how he longed for the night. the heat would stay but the darkness would devour him with all his whisky and all the god-forsaken light. and maybe he'd dream: of coolness, wind and dawn, of rain-swept forests, of bees and honey... cool honey. instead he was squatting drunkenly in front of this stinking dump, preaching to heathens.

Hallelujah! and what did god do? - brought whisky. a triple hallelujah!!! he started scribbling on the back of the note. now and then he raised his head and squinted at the radiant blue sky. no doubt about it. up there was nothing but metal and steel. and beyond that, greyness and waste. and god had pissed off. that was that. painted over everything with his merciless blue.

As he wrote, he poured back the whisky. at last it was done. he stuffed the note into the empty bottle, corked it and threw it weakly into the water.

How often had he done that? thousands? millions?

And who fished them back out of the sea? were they always different? damn it, why did they never answer? jerry stood up with a groan and trekked back to his hut. - ""not a single god-damned answer...""

The door closed behind him with a creak. there were rumbling noises, clinking of glass, ebbing curses, abrupt silence.

The umbrella stood lonely on the beach in the glowing embers, melting into unalterable eternity.

But then, reluctantly, a foreign, distant sound mixed into the sleepy silence.

Above the sea a light wind had picked up.

Music blew across.

The Message 2 - Alton Ellis

A Message To The Masses - Amen

Message in a bottle 2 - American Hi-Fi

Message In The Amber - Amorphis

Your heart is eternal

Like a bee in amber

The distant words in your gaze

Drops of blood in honey-stream

The memories of these days

And times

When moments became eternityFallen

No drums echo on waves

Sunken

Long-lost the kingly message

Fallen

Fallen is the herald

Sunken

Is the oaken shipThe death-rimed peat and mould

Eat away the castles and flags

The marsh swallows up the treasures

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

The bridge falls to the ground

Eat away the castles and flags

The trestle crumble, roads overgrow

Thus dawns the Age of MossJust floating scraps

That search their form

Shards sinking to the bottom

Wealth and knowledge buried by mud

The magic blade covered by sandFallen

No drums echo on waves

Sunken

Long-lost the kingly message

Fallen

Fallen is the herald

Sunken

Is the oaken shipThe death-rimed peat and mould

Eat away the castles and flags

The marsh swallows up the treasures

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

The bridge falls to the ground

Eat away the castles and flags

The trestle crumble, roads overgrow

Thus dawns the Age of MossIf, by a chance, a mussel

Or a playful odder

Would take one shard ashore

Maybe someone, sometime

Should find the amber

And lift it to the sunYour heart is eternal

Like a bee in amber

The distant words in your gaze

Drops of blood in honey-stream

The memories of these days

And times

When moments became eternityThe death-rimed peat and mould

Eat away the castles and flags

The marsh swallows up the treasures

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

The bridge falls to the ground

Eat away the castles and flags

The trestle crumble, roads overgrow

Thus dawns the Age of MossThe death-rimed peat and mould

Eat away the castles and flags

The marsh swallows up the treasures

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

The bridge falls to the ground

Eat away the castles and flags

The trestle crumble, roads overgrow

Thus dawns the Age of MossThe marsh swallows up the treasures

The death-rimed peat and mould

The bridge falls to the ground

The Message 3 - Anachronaeon

Message In Dna - Ark Storm

A Message From My Heart To My Head - Arrested Youth

There's 24 hours inside of a day

I'm no statistician but I have a hunch that

A bunch of those hours we waste

You know what they say

Idle hands something to do with devil

Oh, fuck it I guess I forgot what the phrase was

But listen what I meant to say was

What I meant to say was

Age is like wine it only gets better with time

I only get smarter and write my bars harder inside of these lines

When I decide to give it my all

Instead of predicting my imminent fall

I find my way back to my common sense

Regain my confidence

Pick up my pen and I think up a songIt's like a rush of blood to my head, blood to my head

Like a rush of blood to my head (eh oh, eh oh)

I've got a message from my heart to my head, heart to my head

Message from my heart to my head (eh oh, eh oh)

There're so many minutes to go

So many minutes to waste

Don't let the blood go to waste, no way (eh oh, eh oh)

It's like a rush of blood to my head, blood to my head

Like a rush of blood to my head (eh oh)I'm making my way back to a place that's

A reflection of who I was way back

With a few new additions and name tags

Nothing fancy, I'm not like Maybach

I'm just trying my best to explain that

I have taken a second to pause

Taken a second to seek out a cause

Taken a second to strengthen my flaws

Finally reckoned with some of my doubts

It took me a while to figure it out

Now I am here with a fistful of lyrics

In body and spirit my head's in the cloudsBlood to my head, blood to my head

Like a rush of blood to my head

I've got a message from my heart to my head, heart to my head

Message from my heart to my head (eh oh, eh oh)

There're so many minutes to go

So many minutes to waste

Don't let the blood go to waste, no way (eh oh, eh oh)

It's like a rush of blood to my head, blood to my head

Like a rush of blood to my head (eh oh, eh oh)Blood to my head, blood to my head

Like a rush of blood to my head (eh oh, eh oh)

Blood to my head, blood to my head

Like a rush of blood to my head (eh oh, eh oh)

The Last Message - Aska