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Milow
Milow


Background information
Birth name Jonathan Vandenbroeck
Born July 14, 1981
Born place Leuven, Belgium
Genre(s) Acoustic
Pop
Years active 2004—present
Associated acts Nona Mez
Marit Larsen
Website Website



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Milow Album


Milow (04/06/2009)
04/06/2009
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She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin' makin'
Look at the way she shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it
She's so much more than you're used to
She know's just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop

She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info
I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin'
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want

Baby this a new age,
You like my new craze
Let's get together
Maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy,
Spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology,
Why don't you sit down on top of me

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology
I need you right in front of me

In her fantasy, there's plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin',
Sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
Different style, different move,
Damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about,
All the things I do to you
Let's get it poppin' shorty
We can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

Baby this a new age,
You like my new craze
Let's get together
Maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy,
Spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology,
Why don't you sit down on top of me

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology
I need you right in front of me
She wants it, she wants it
She wants it, I got to give it to her
She wants it, she wants it
She wants it, I got to give it to her

Baby this a new age,
You like my new craze
Let's get together
Maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy,
Spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology
I need you right in front of me

. . .


sometimes everything seems awkward and large
imagine a Wednesday evening in march
future and past at the same time
I make use of the night and start drinking a lot
although not ideal for now it's all I've got
it's nice to know your name

you don't know you don't know
you don't know anything bout me

an ocean a lake I need a place to drown
let's freeze the moment because we're going down
tomorrow you'll be gone, gone, gone
you're laughing too hard this all seems surreal
I feel peculiar now what do you feel
you think there's a chance that we could fall

you don't know you don't know
you don't know anything bout me
what do I know I know your name
you don't know you don't know
you don't know anything bout me
...anymore

I gave up dreaming for a while
I gave up dreaming for a while

I've noticed these are mysterious days
look at it like a jigsaw puzzle and gaze
with wide open mouth and burning eyes
if only I could start to care
my dreams and my Wednesdays ain't going nowhere
baby baby baby you don't know

you don't know you don't know
you don't know anything bout me
what do I know I know your name
you don't know you don't know
you don't know anything bout me

baby baby baby you don't know

you don't know you don't know
you don't know anything bout me
...anymore

. . .


you came over
like a midnight appetite
nobody believes me now
I ran across and
saw thousand people on my way
on my way
on my way out

one of it, two of it
one of it, we'll make
the most of it
you'll love it

my baby clowning
dancing on a broken roof
don't worry
she's tired now
I'm only trying
to protect my point of view
I want you to let me in

and you'll try
to give me something
to give me something
you give me something
you give me something
don't try

can you count me in
can you count me in
can you count me in
can you count me in

. . .


I made the call just too late
At the end of May
I just thought I could wait
For one more day
In the time that passed
You went down so fast
You went down so fast

Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans

An empty house, a setting sun
At four a.m.
Some battles fought are battles won
But this ain't one of them
One more shadow cast
You went down so fast
You went down so fast

Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans
I would have changed
Out of my reach, out of my hands

Now the leaves are turning brown
I watch 'em blow
Where the earth pulls them down
I let you go
As your breath unwinds
Through the restless pines

Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans
I would have changed
Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans
I would have changed

. . .


I'm gonna move to Canada
Yeah I've made up my mind
Leave everything behind
I'll catch a plane, fly away from this rain

I'm gonna move to Canada
I'm gonna meet Neil Young
I just know we'll get along
Show up at his house
Convince him and his spouse
I'll pick up my guitar and play
A couple of my songs
A couple of my songs
A couple of my songs
That I'll sing at the top of my lungs

I'm gonna move to Canada
Yeah I've made up my mind
Leave everything behind
I'll catch a plane, fly away from this rain

Mister Young will be impressed
And offer me a record deal
And tell me to call him Neil
We'll have a ball until Canada's too small
Then I'll pack up my guitar and I
Will move to the US
I'll move to the US
I'll move to the US
To be a sensational succes

I'm gonna move to Canada
Yeah I've made up my mind
Leave everything behind
I'll catch a plane, fly away from this rain

After Canada the USA is a piece of cake
All the sales records I'll break
"The Best Thing Since The Beatles"
Is what magazines will write
With my guitar and band
I will conquer every town
I'll conquer every town
I'll conquer every town
Me, the singing rock'n roll clown

I still wanna move to Canada
But for now I'll just stay here
I think it's best for my career
When I get home from the office
Where I've worked all my life
I pick up my guitar and play
A couple of my old songs
A couple of my old songs
A couple of my old songs
And I think: "Damn"
"Neil Young would have loved these songs,
He would have loved these songs"

Maybe next year
Maybe next year

. . .


If I had a way to get out of this day
If I had a way I’d get out today
Man, I would run away, man, I would run
Cause these walls block out the sun
Yeah they block out the sun

Today I’ve got nothing to lose
I could go wherever I wanted to
Leave, jump onto the world

If I had a way to get out of this deal
If I had a way I’d break the deal
I’m gonna grab the wheel, and man, I will drive
5000 miles just to survive, 5000 miles

Today I’ve got nothing to lose
I could go wherever I wanted to
Leave, jump onto the world
As it’s spinning ’round going down
Taking me along for the ride
For the ride

If I had a way I’d get out today
Man, I would run away

. . .


Stephanie always makes a lot of plans
She has decided, she has decided
She's gonna leave as soon as high school ends
In her house where no one ever cares
In her room in the attic, room in the attic
She wakes up to the sound of footsteps on the stairs

If it's true what they, what they say
Stephanie has gone away
If they're right, if they're right
Stephanie took off last night

Stephanie lives with a mother and son
Who can no longer hide it, no longer hide
Their hate for her, she is daddy's favourite one
On an August night in 2004
At the end of the summer, the end of the summer
When they enter the room a baseball bat falls on the floor

If it's true what they, what they say
Stephanie has gone away
If they're right, if they're right
Stephanie took off last night

Do you know that Billy Joel song
It says: "Only the good die young"
If they're right, if they're right
Stephanie was killed last night

Stephanie always made a lot of plans
She had decided, she had decided
She was gonna leave as soon as high school ended
On that terrifying August night
Down by the river, down by the river
Is where Stephanie was left after she died

If it's true what they, what they say
Stephanie has gone away
If they're right, if they're right
Stephanie was killed last night
If they're right
Stephanie was killed last night

She never really wanted much
She never really had a chance
She never really wanted much
She never really had a chance
She never really wanted much
She never really had a chance
She never really wanted much
She never really had a chance

She never really wanted much
She never really had a chance
Never really wanted much

. . .


Coming of age ain't about what you do
It's giving in to what's predefined
When you trade all your dreams for compromise
It is never what you have in mind

One shot of happy, two shots of sad
That's how our lives are aligned
The path that you chose has got highs has got lows
But it's never what you have in mind

I must say that I still wonder why it disappears
Must say that I still wonder why
The years keep tumbling by

Coming of age ain't about who you meet
It's about the people who leave you behind
Your brothers, your parents, your lovers, your friends
It is never what you have in mind

One shot of happy, two shots of sad
We know we might run out of time
But when it comes to living, dying is the easy part
Not exactly what you had in mind

I really doubt that I'll find out why it disappears
I really doubt that I'll find out
What these years are all about

You might ask if these thoughts that I just summed up
Are of any importance to you
Maybe not but when things don't turn out like you planned
It helps to know that they never do

Besides, if each shot of happy
Comes with only two shots of sad
Then coming of age is not so bad
Then coming of age is not so bad
Then coming of age is not so bad

. . .


I'm Peter van der Hold
I'm 68 years old
I doubt some questions have increased
In 42 years of being a priest
I'm at the end of my life
I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive
I often don't know what to say
When I talk to Him, when I pray
In reply I receive
Only silence, no relief
I've waited in vain for a little advice
from that great voice in the ethereal skies

Once I was revolutionary
A devoted mercenary
A gifted student in God's hands
Now I'm old and sick of his demands
I tried to be honest and good
Did my job the best I could
But I always stayed that average man
Right in the spot where I'll began
During the grief with which I've dealt
Spent three decades since I've felt
The certainty I so have thought 'bout the existence of the Lord

I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago

I'll give him to my perish
Things I don't have myself but cherish
And namely love and charity
Mostly purpose that's what sets you free
So I'm where the metaphore
I'm not comforting anymore
I think I'm almost done with my search
Got old so fast even in my church
But feels as if I'm kept out
Some sort of secret about
The meaning of life sometimes
Can't fail to notice these are mediocre types

I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago

And time has made me good at one thing
And horrible at everything else
The blessings of a world divine
Were always elsewhere and never mine
Oh, I would like to hold someone
Briefly maybe have some fun
My body's hardly designed
So I'm not really the hugging kind
Not once has it been
Someone with a softer skin
Who reached out for me in the middle of the night
'Cause my own lumpy mattress would've turn on the light
I think I've been miscast
And the time of saints is passed
My faith is reclassed but not least
After 42 years of being a priest
The church is like a woman
Thing out of reach like a vision
She glimmers in the distance which I could never quite get
Now I've left you with my regret

I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago

I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago

It's my portion, it's my call...
It's my portion, it's my call...

. . .


Mama lies on the couch in her old wedding gown
She turned pale long before the carnival had left town
She stares at the front porch on the outlook for dad
"Don't worry, I'll be back in a week" is the last thing he said
We all knew he gambled in the city and lost
Money we didn't have must've been the line that he crossed
It's been over a year instead of a week
Here in our house, our house by the creek

Me and my family live in the Netherlands
In the house daddy built with his bare hands
My younger brother Jimmy is playing outside
With his cap gun he tries to shoot planes from the sky
In his chair by the window sits uncle Fred
Since he's back from the war there ain't a word he has said
And Freckles my sister she passed away sir
Sometimes in my dreams I catch up with dad and with her
What we end up with is not what we seek
Here in our house, our house by the creek

My name is Louis, it's Louis, all right
I play dad's old accordion all day and all night
I just turned eleven, so I'm still a kid
But when I grow up I wanna find out what daddy did
Mister believe me, I was taught not to cry
And that family should stay together 'till the day that you die
Yeah mister believe me, I was taught boys don't cry
And that the town where you're born is the town where you'll die
That the town where you're born is where you'll probably die

What did God wanna show when He created man weak
We don't understand in our house by the creek

. . .


Hey man, I'm tired of working all day
I'm turning into a daysleeping walking cliche
Hey man, let's wait until daylight fades
And we'll join the dreamers and renegades

Hey, have you heard the radio news
They say that soon all hell will break loose
Me, I am trying to do my part
But really changing the world seems so hard

Hey man, I'm tired of working all day
I'm turning into a daysleeping walking cliche
Hey man, let's wait until daylight fades
And we'll join the dreamers and renegades

Girl, let's just empty this bottle of booze
And swirl all night in our dancing shoes

Hey man, I'm tired of working all day
I'm turning into a daysleeping walking cliche
Hey man, let's wait until daylight fades
We'll join the dreamers and renegades

Hey hey hey, just you and me girl, what do you say
Hey hey hey, just you and me girl, what do you say

Hey man, I'm tired of working all day

Hey man, I'm tired of working all day
I'm turning into a daysleeping walking cliche
Hey man, let's wait until daylight fades
And we'll join the dreamers and renegades

We'll join the dreamers and renegades

Dreamers and renegades
Dreamers and renegades

We'll join the dreamers and renegades

. . .


This is the legend of eight sisters, Herald was the famous one
It happened twenty years ago although the sea was calm
It was 1987 and winter nearly gone
On that Friday running late with rolling off and rolling on

Trucks and cars were sleeping door by door and side by side
Someone had to close the back door
That day it must have slipped his mind
He was fast asleep in his cabin, tired from cleaning out the hall
While passengers were eating, indulging duty-free-for-all

Herald of Free Enterprise
Herald of Free Enterprise
Herald of Free Enterprise
In just ninety seconds, right down to the wire

Sailing with the doors wide open so the waves kept pouring in
As they passed the Outer Mole the disaster could begin
An a hundred yards from the shore right outside a Belgian port
The lights went out the ship turned around and fell to starboard
Then nothing but silence, silence and the cold
Herald and her sisters just never fit the mold

Two months later she was refloated a final one-way trip exchange
Pensioned off into the Third World
Where they named her Flushing Range
And in '88 she broke in two, probably because of guilt
Pride and Spirit changed their names
They were all doomed since they were built

This is the legend of eight sisters, Herald was the famous one
It happened twenty years ago although the sea was calm
I was just a boy then, holding daddy's hand
Watching on tv how Herald's time came to an end

. . .


Life always dumps something in your lap
You're constantly busy redrawing your map
You leave behind a fading trail
Of images and words that you hope will prevail

Life always dumps something in your way
You try to make the best of it everyday
You could give up and give in but you prefer
To keep hoping some kind of change might occur
Keep hoping some kind of change might occur

Misery sure loves company
And nobody's ever who they seem to be
The daily horror of people at their worst
And most selfish, one day, your bubble will burst

So much time should not have passed
At least not that way and not so fast
It wasn't always easy, it wasn't always fun
But it was always worth it, regrets I have none
It was always worth it, regrets I have none

Life always dumps something so you should try
To acknowledge the fact you're surrounded by
These relics of a life that no longer exists
Your name still appears on the waiting lists

Life always dumps something that makes things worse
There are no rules in this self-help universe
It's never what you were expecting to find
There's darkness ahead and there's darkness behind
There's darkness ahead and there's darkness behind

There's darkness ahead and there's darkness… behind…

. . .


I like to read stories from the bottom of the world
Although they've all been told before
You wanna stay 25 for a couple more years
But be careful with what you're wishing for

Because in a minute it might be gone, gone, gone

I like to watch stories from the bottom of the world
Because they're truly prefunded
Is that a lesson's now that grades wrong
You would think so by looking around

In a minute, it might be gone
Falling down, shaking it's letting go
Launching ships, all the time
Falling down, shaking it's letting go
Launching ships, all the time, all the time

I like to tell stories from the bottom of the world
Don't care that it's been done before
Just remind yourself that you should try
To care less and sunbathe more

Because in a minute it might be gone
Falling down, shaking it's letting go
Launching ships, all the time
Falling down, shaking it's letting go
Launching ships, all the time, all the time

In a minute it might be gone

. . .


I grew up in the 90's at least that's what I tried
looking for ways to be satisfied
I went to San Diego to try out my luck
came back 12 months later and again I was stuck
I felt like a goldfish stuck in a bowl
I was waiting for something that I could control
after 2000 no longer a kid
the world didn't end but something else did
when my father takes off I'm already 19
he wasn't as happy as I thought he seemed
if this is my screenplay I don't like my role
these are the things that you just can't control

although I feel a lot older I'm just 23
if you're looking for answers don't come to me
instead of a future I've got a guitar
but dreaming out loud won't get me far
still I feel I'm ready for rock'n roll
there might be something that I can control
by the time I hit 30 I'll have enough
of being a twentysomething in love
my friends will all be married or they will be gone
me, I'll still be wondering what's going on
if that's what it takes then I'll sell my soul
as long as there's something that I can control

one day I'll wake up and I'll be 38
doing the things I used to hate
the trick to forget the bigger picture is when
you look at everything in close-up as often as you can
our revolution is covered in mold
there's only so much you can control
this is no anthem because anthems are proud
and pride isn't something that this is about
I shouldn't care shouldn't care
but I do and that's sometimes too hard to bear
still walking the same road with my shoes full of holes
just waiting for something that we can control

if I ever reach 50 or 65
too early to tell if I'll still be alive
we were born in the 80's and now we are here
my generation's dream will disappear
I'm at a graveyard passing the rows
a silent surrender we'll never get close

this is my story you swallowed it whole
about us feeling the need to be in control

. . .


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