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Rating: Reading some interviews with the photogenic Thicke, I discovered particular references to his musical eclecticism: he, like the people who interviewed him, enthusiastically describes his passion for music. A passion that has influenced and reflected in his compositions a diverse mix of genres such as jazz, funk, soul, rock, R&B, and so on.
What I noticed in the second release of an album already out in 2002 under NuAmerica, titled Blue Eye Cherry, is that indeed, in his work, the aforementioned genres could be present. But rather than a mixture/formula (which suggests something chemical-scientific, something well controlled), I would call it a huge mishmash.
Beautiful World is truly an album without head or tail, which reflects nothing but the confusion of an author determined to stop writing only for others, to claim his work and escape from the hole where he continued to live restlessly.
This premature emancipation, however, made him stumble twice: the first time when he decided to re-release his first album with two new songs, and the second time when he actually re-released it.
His style only reflects that of the artists he writes for (Brian McKnight, Marc Anthony, Christina Aguilera), maybe with more taste... but with too much naivety. The feeling of a huge mishmash reaches its catastrophic mushy peak in the Beatles-esque "Make a Baby", whose mention only serves as a useful tip to avoid listening to it. Despite this severe spanking of the handsome boy, I'm ready to stand in defense of the rare salvageable moments of Beautiful World. I admit it, "When I Get You Alone" has always appealed to me from the very first moment. I find it fresh, melodic, intelligent. It's a great song, fun and well sung: a Stevie Wonder enthusiast like me couldn't help but see a light of hope in him, which, of course, faded afterward.
Robin Thicke has qualities, and you can notice them in "Brand New Jones", which with its soul-funk rhythm is truly overwhelming (even here, the passion for Wonder is truly felt. Listen to believe). A final positive note from the album: "Stupid Things". A song that particularly struck and fascinated me during the Coke live in Catania (I hadn't paid much attention to it before that concert). I could have also saved "Oh Shooter", the opening track, but despite having a good sound, it didn't manage to captivate me like the three mentioned above. It is here that I conclude, with the hope that Thicke will truly manage to utilize the qualities that I believe he possesses.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Suga Mama (04:33)
I'd been missin on love it's clear (Oh no)
So she bought me some brand new gear (Oh no)
And she's sending her driver here
I just can't say no to my needs
I feel such a fool when she calls
I can't trust myself
From the picket lines
She's got my love, got my help
Got my control (Oh no)
Got my intentions known
Got me aroused, and it shows
She's a bad girl and you know it
I can see it in her eyes
She's a bad girl, Suga Mama
From the plan she's devised
A bad girl and you know this
Cause the feelings so right
Baby's killin me like a lover should
But I can't let that girl take my life
At times she can't keep her hands on me (Oh no)
But won't public affection me (Oh no)
No daytime congruency -well shit
I can't count on her like she can me now
I feel such a cool when she calls
I can't lust myself
For the sake of my picketing peeps
I try to runs it's just no help
She got me on call ,got my intention grown
Bought me a pound and she rolls
She's a bad girl and you know it
I can see it in her eyes
She's a bad girl, Suga Motha
From the plan she's devised
A bad girl and you know this
Cause the feelings so right
Baby's killin me like a lover should
But I can't let that girl take my life
[Breakdown:]
Aaaah
Funky Baby - She's So Funky Mama Now - Suga Babe - Oh - She's A Suga Motha Now - Funky Baby Ooh Suga Motha Now - Funky
Badness - She's So Funky Bay-Ooh - Suga Motha Now - She's A Funky - Bad - Oh - Suga Motha Now - She's So Funky Baby Yea Yea
- She's A Suga Motha Now - A Funky Bad-cha - Mmm - See I can't even - I can't explain the way I feel about her. She's talkin
d- Talking dirty but she won't introduce me to her fam- She won't take me around to dance with people no -All she wants is
to take me to exclusive places - spas and mansions for nothin - for being together - to break her slump -Oh Yea Oh Eh Oh
Eeee Ooh Mmm Yea Yea zagga zagga Yea Yea Shes so bad - She's killin me like a lover should-
She's a bad girl and you know this
I can see it in her eyes
She's a bad girl, Suga Motha
From the plan she devised
A bad girl and you know this
I can see it in her eyes
Ohh Killin' me - Can't take my life
04 When I Get You Alone (03:32)
Oooh...
Eah!
Baby girl, where you at?
Got no strings, got men attached
Can't stop that feelin' for long no
Mmmm
You makin' dogs wanna beg
Breaking them off your fancy legs
But they make you feel right at home, now
(Ooooh)
See all these illusions just take us too long
(Ooooh) And I want it bad..
Because you walk pretty,
Because you talk pretty,
'Cause you make me sick
And I'm not leavin', till you're leavin'
(Ahhh)
Oh I swear there's something when she's pumpin',
Asking for a raise
(Oooh) Well does she want me to carry her home now?
(Oooh) So does she want me to buy her things?
On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my shirt,
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?
(Ahhh)
When I get you alone ('lone)
When I get you you'll know baby (know)
When I get you alone ('lone)
When I get you alone now (it's all mine)
(Ahhhh....oh)
Come on
Oh yeah-yeah
Baby girl you da shit
That makes you my equivalent
Well you can keep your toys in the drawer tonight,
All right
All my dawgs talkin' fast-
Aint you got some photographs?
'Cause you shook that room like a star, now
Yes you did, oh
(Ooooh)
All these intrusions just take us too long
(Ooooh) And I want you so bad..
Because you walk city,
Because you talk city,
'Cause you make me sick
And I'm not leavin', till you're leavin'
(Ahhh)
So I pray to something she aint bluffin',
Rubbin' up on me
(Oooh) Well does she want me to make a vow?
Check it
(Oooh)Well does she want me to make it now?
On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my voice,
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?
(Ahhh)
When I get you alone ('lone)
When I get you you'll know baby (know)
When I get you alone ('lone)
When I get you alone now (it's all mine)
(Ahhhh....oh)
Oh no
Get you alone baby
Oohh..
Oooh..oh-oh
That a girl!
You get some
(Ahhh)
All these intrusions just take us too long
(Ahhh) And I want you so bad..
Because you walk pretty, (You, you-you)
Because you talk pretty, (You get some)
'Cause you make me sick
And I'm not leavin', till you're leavin'
(Ahhh)
But I pray to something when she's pumpin',
Rubbin' up on me, now
(Oooh) Want me to break it down?
Check it
(Oooh) Well did you want me to make it now?
On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my voice,
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?
(Ahhh)
When I get you alone ('lone)
When I get you you'll know girl (know)
When I get you alone ('lone)
When I get you alone now (it's all mine)
(Ahhh)
I get you alone ('lone)
When I get you alone (know)
I get you alone ('lone)
When I get you alone (it's all mine)
Yeah
Yeaaahhh.......
09 Flex (03:31)
Oh where you goin'
Bring your love out to the cold
Sit down and I'll tell you a little story
One of money that I know and it went
Uh, why you runnin'
Why you runnin' from the poor
See, I'm talkin' 'bout some of the places
You ain't thinkin' 'bout thinkin' to go and I'm like
Give it here, give it to me baby
I can tell you wanna
Uh, wouldn't you know it
Look who we got in control
Money you thinkin' bout healin' your pockets
Need to think who needs it most just like
Uh, buy your livin'
When you ain't been livin' love
She don't practice her own religion
But baby loves her Santa Clause and he's like
Give it here, give it to me baby
I can tell you wanna
Flex with me
Bring it on
Uh, where you goin'
Bring your love back to the cause
See, I'm really 'bout lovin' the faces
So, I hit 'em where I go, just like
Uh, when I'm the best friend you'd never thought you'd know
Seen the streets by runnin' mouth
Whether you want me or you don't see I'm like,
Give it here, give it to me baby
I can tell AAAHHHH!!!!!!
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