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Track: Laid
Artist: James
Album: Laid

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Name: James
Spotify Genres: britpop, madchester
Followers: 619,379
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James is an indie / alternative rock group from the UK. [b]Please do not use this profile for any other artists named James.[/b] James was formed in Manchester in 1982 by founding members [a=Jim Glennie], [a=Tim Booth], [a=Larry Gott], and [a=Gavan Whelan]. The group was signed one year later to [a=Anthony H. Wilson]'s infamous [l=Factory] record label, but only a few years later were snapped up by the major label [l=Sire Records Company]. James' early 1980s folk / indie sound would garner them impressive underground status before they would become big chart toppers from the mid-to-late 1980s. 1989 single [url=https://www.discogs.com/master/710067-James-Sit-Down]"Sit Down"[/url], issued by the seminal indie record label [l=Rough Trade], reached #2 in the UK singles charts and, in 1991, was followed by the #2 album [url=https://www.discogs.com/master/3646-James-Seven]"Seven"[/url]. The group continued to find success with the 1993 album "Laid", its simultaneously-recorded nocturnal sister, 1994's "Wah Wah", and 1997's "Whiplash" (released in 1997 just after the UK's mid-90s Britpop explosion.) The band released two additional albums before initially splitting up in 2001. James reunited in 2007 and remains active as of 2024.

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Release: James - Laid
Year: 2015
Genres: Rock
Styles: Alternative Rock, Indie Rock

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LYRICS

This bed is on fire
With passionate love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top
My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you're like a disease without any cure
She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore, oh no
Ah, you think you're so pretty

Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in women's clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty

Moved out of the house, so you moved next door
I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone
You're driving me crazy, when are you coming home