GIRLS ALOUD | Graffiti My Soul

LYRICS:

Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fistful of love
It's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fistful of love
It's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fistful of love
It's coming your way baby

I'm hanging on a wire...
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fistful of love
It's coming your way baby
Come baby come you know what I mean

And the drumbeats rising higher...
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face
Your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul

We should be getting it on
Fly DJs playing my song
Why don't you take me head on
We should be getting somewhere
Some kind of cool love affair
Don't act as if you don't care
(You dream of touching me there)

Your kisses taste of cyanide
And that's no good for me
An open heart is suicide
In my phillosophy
I need a walking talking mannequin
That simply folds away
And never questions anything
I've got to say

N-n-n-n-n-n-no more explanations
You're never gonna know
You could k-k-k-k-kill my reputation
I don't do heavy loads
N-n-n-n-n-n-no more conversations
You c-c-c-c-c-can't carve up the world
It's a d-d-d-d-d-dangerous occupation
T-t-t-t-t-talking to a girl

I'm complicated
And I celebrate it
You're getting jaded
But you're facinated
I'm complicated
(Out the bedroom, down the stairs)
And I celebrate it
(Along the carpet, no one cares)
You tell me you hate it
(On the table, on to the floor)
But you're facinated
(It's procreation and nothing more)

D-d-d-d-d-dance if you want
'Till the dirty is done
Cos we're stars in the dead of night
But if you're looking for romance
Or a chance to reflect in the sun
And you can baby, I'm gonna put up a fight
And you can d-d-d-d-dance if you want
'Till you fall out of space
And you crash in the back of the car
But if you wanna have the kids and the cash
Then get out of my face
Don't push my love too far

I'm hanging on a wire...
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I gotta fist full of love
That's coming your way baby
Baby come baby come you know what I mean

And the drum beat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face
Your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul

Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
And the drum beat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face
Your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul

INFORMATION:

Available on:
x Girls Aloud - What Will The Neighbours Say? (2004) CD

Credits:
Written by Miranda Cooper, Brian Higgins, Lisa Cowling, Peblab and Tim Powell.
Published by Xenomania/ Warner Chapell/ MusicAllStars/ Last Dodo Music.
Produced by Brian Higgins and Xenomania.
Mixed by Tim Powell.
Keyboards and Programming: Brian Higgins.
Programmed by Tim Powell.
Guitar: Shawn Lee and Nick Coler.

Notes:
The song contains a sample of a guitar riff from "If It's Not the Drug" by Peplab (licensed from Proudly Recording). Peplab wrote the following on their website: "UK top producer Brian Higgins (Sugababes, Girls Aloud) surprised us with a visit in Amsterdam. He told us he really liked the Peplab sound and asked permission to use the main guitar riff of our song "It's not the drug" as a basis for a new song by UK's no 1 pop-act of this moment Girls aloud."

It was originally written for Britney Spears, and would supposedly be included on her album In The Zone. She recorded a demo of the song. However, it was rejected. In an interview with the OMM, Brian Higgins said that the record company loved it, but Britney's people asked 'Where's the chorus? Why are there no repetitive parts?'. Britney's people were essentially looking for "Sound of the Underground 2".

Cheryl Tweedy from Girls Aloud wrote on the band's official site that Britney's version of the song was "strange": (...) if there was an album track I could release as a single, I would love to release "Graffiti My Soul." It was originally written for Britney Spears and she even recorded her own version but didn't end up keeping it. I heard it and it was really strange. We didn't hear it fully mixed. But on our version I sing the line 'You dream of touching me there' and I heard her sing it in that really strange voice and it freaked me out."

REVIEWS:
x Originally written for Britney Spears's last album (...) this song now sounds like a full-scale collision between Madonna, Michael Jackson and the Prodigy, with all three operating at the top of their respective games. (Having failed to get what they wanted - 'which was essentially "Sound of the Underground 2"' - Britney's people then got Cathy Dennis to write them 'Toxic' instead, so pop music was ultimately the winner on every front.) Ben Thompson

x (...) like 'Biology', this song is ridiculous.
A false-start of repeated refrain and bubbling chords lulls you into expectations of melody but then that swooping synth hits, and suddenly this isn't so jaunty anymore. Ominous screech, demanding stuttered vocals; a delicious darkness underpins this whole affair. By the time that same intro refrain returns, there are no cheery illusions left, just dirty energy and an addictive, bitter aftertaste. The means so justify the ends Abby McDonald

x Probably their edgiest song yet as it could easily pass for 'proper' electro-pop. Sounds like the Mission Impossible theme tune at one point! Very cool and should be heard by any music snobs who don't like GA. Dirrrty Pop

x The track that I think most openly demonstrates the Xenomania game plan is actually "Graffiti My Soul"(...), perhaps because it's so reminiscent of big beat (specifically, rocky big beat like Hardknox or the first Lo-Fidelity All-Stars album in places, or parts of You've Come A Long Way, Baby) - there's that same reverence towards rock as an enormously effective bundle of signifiers, coupled with a total disregard for conventional notions of the rock song. Tim F

x [Girls Aloud are] always themselves, and Xenomania have given them songs to suit, a perfect mix of playfulness, attitude and vulnerability.
The results fit with quite incredible snugness. They say anyone could do this. Who the hell else is gonna come off with "Graffiti My Soul", then? Who's gonna be able to get away with the opening line "Spike heels and skintight jeans / I gotta fistful of love it's coming your way baby"? Who'd be willing enough to let their credibility go while at the same time being self-effacing enough to acknowledge the stereotypical image of their fashion sense? Hell, could that line have possibly been written with anyone in mind other than Girls Aloud? It'll take you about twenty listens before you even start to possibly maybe notice that the start exactly mirrors the end. You'll be too busy marvelling as Cheryl Tweedy (note to broadsheet newspapers: they have names) whispers "You dream of touching me there", Sarah Harding heartlessly spits "It's procreation / And nothing more", and all the way, just in case you didn't get it the first time:
"Spike heels and skintight jeans I gotta fistful of love it’s coming your way baby."
Those aren't even the best bits. You might wanna be listening to the album for that. William B. Swygart

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