All Around Me
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| Straight from Savage Garden... |
"The most obscure track on the record. A quirky fantasy inspired by Daniel's obsession with Meg Ryan. Features a high camp rap overflowing with designer references and Absolutley Fabulous overtones. Definetly the shock track on the album. We will have a lot of fun doing this one live." -Darren Hayes |
| The 411 |
Track #7 on the Australian album (not on international album) 6th single (Australia), radio-only single Release year: 1998 |
| Awards, Records, and Radio | n/a |
| Media |
Audio: RealAudio::Midi |
| Say WHAT? | I'll just make the point that Daz writes about various alcoholic beverages even though he didn't drink them at the time, i.e., "Like a cold chardonnay chilled for a day"... "Just a sip of wine"... |
| Avoid Those Embarrassing Misheard Lyric Moments |
well you know every time I look at that expression printed on the page I think I hear you / whispering the magic and the compliments I need so badly / so baby come on, oh, so baby come on / now I’ve been running circles around the notion that you’ll find me baby / one day maybe / but all the psychic powers of suggestion I’ve been sending your way / so can’t you hear me say? -->chorus: I want your arms all around me / I want your face, yeah, all around me / I want your perfume all around me / I like the way you move and do the funky groove all around me I want you / all around me I need you -->chorus like a cold chardonnay chilled for a day / you're smooth and crisp and on display / like Cartier, Armani, like TAG, Gucci, Versace / in the middle of the night your a kiss so long / you’re the only good thing when all is wrong / you’re a magic time reversal clock / you’re the fries on the side with a cherry on top / you’re sleek, velvet, gold lame / patent leather, enchante / you’re a legend you’re a glamour queen / God I’m running out of words if you know what I mean all around me I want you / all around me I need you / all around me I want you / all around me so can’t you hear me say? -->chorus twice so slide into your Jaguar / or Porsche baby there you are / well chop chop darling au revior / pick your things up you're a star |
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