James é uma banda inglesa, da cidade de Manchester, que foi formada em 1981. A banda teve os seus maiores êxitos durante a década de 1990, entre eles incluem-se hits musicais que marcaram gerações como "Sit Down", "Laid", "Say Something", "Born Of Frustration", "Sometimes", entre outros. Já no novo século atingiram alguma notoriedade com o single "Getting Away With It (All Messed Up)".
Em 2001, o seu vocalista Tim Booth decidiu abandonar a banda, sendo que, até 2007, a mesma ficou inactiva.
Em 2007, regressaram ao activo com uma nova tournée e um novo álbum de compilações "Fresh as a Daisy - The Singles". A 7 de Abril de 2008 saiu o novo CD, "Hey Ma".
Até à data, a banda vendeu mais de 25 milhões de cópias de discos em todo o mundo.
Membros:
Actuais
Tim Booth
Jim Glennie
Larry Gott
David Baynton-Power
Saul Davies
Mark Hunter
Andy Diagram
Ex Membros
Adrian Oxaal
Paul Gilbertson
Gavan Whelan
Michael Kulas
Nota: o presente post recolheu informação da Wikipedia, Youtube e Letras.mus.br.
James
Born Of Frustration
Wooooowooooowoooowooo
Wooooowooooowoooowooo
All this frustration
I can't meet all my desires
Strange conversation
Self control has just expired
All an illusion
Only in my head you don't exist
Who are you foolin'
Don't need a shrink or an exorcist
Lalalala
lalalala
lalalala
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Wooooowooooowoooowooo
Show me the movie of who you are and where you're from
Born of frustration
Caught upon the webs you spun
Where's ther confusion
A vision of what life is like
Show the movie that doens't deal in black and white
Talk talk talkin 'bout who's to blame
But all that counts in how to change
Stop stop talkin 'bout who's to blame
When all that counts in how to change
Lalalala
lalalala
lalalala
la
All this frustration
All this frustration
Who put round eyes on a butterfly's wings
All this frustration
All this frustration
Who gave the leopard spots and taught the birds to sing
Born of frustration
Born of frustration
Wooooowooooowoooowooo
Wooooowooooowoooowooo
I'm living in the weeds where nothing is the way it seems
Where no one is who they need to be
Where nothing seems that real to me
'Bout time we filled our lives
Upon the walls of gold no solid ground
The world is spinnin' endlessly
We're clinging to our own beliefs
Born of frustration
Born of frustration
Wooooowooooowoooowooo
Wooooowooooowoooowooo
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