#sledgehammer lyrics

[twopoppies]

Idk if anyone has picked up on this but when harry sing sledgehammer he subtly changed ‘fruit cage’ (vagina) to ‘fruit cakes’ (ass) to make the song gay and about eating ass not pussy

Someone must have realized, but i never saw anyone talking about it. TBH, I completely forgot the original lyrics were fruit cage. givcjfxux

This song is ridiculously sexual and that subtle change just shows how aware of that he is (which is not surprising). Harry must have been so disappointed in us. 😆

So… I guess it’s also another bit of proof that watermelon sugar is about eating ass.

[every-thing-is-copacetic]

I lose my mind every damn night.

[iwouldexistwithoutyou]

My life is a movie. "All you do is call me I'll be anything you need. I want to be, your sledgehammer Why don't you call my name? Oh let me be, your sledgehammer This will be my testimony."

[lyricallymnded]

lyricallymnded’s end of year celebration! | nikki’s favorite songs released in 2022

sledgehammer // nothing,nowhere.

[ubiq80]

[jonny-q-west]

"In my dreams I still taste you; your lips to my lips in soft reprise as if the past had never happened... as if yesterday didn't matter."

"I need some time, your hands in mine... I told myself it was alright."

- nothing,nowhere

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: October 28, 2014

Lyrics:

If you could take my pulse right now

It would feel just like a sledgehammer

If you could feel my heart beat now

It would hit you like a sledgehammer

I don′t admit it, I play it cool

But every minute that I'm with you

I feel the fever and I won′t lie, I break a sweat

My body's telling all the secrets I ain't told you yet

Oh oh

I struggle to contain

Woah oh

The love that′s in my veins

Oh oh

And how it circulates

Oh oh

If you could take my pulse right now

It would feel just like a sledgehammer

If you could feel my heart beat now

It would hit you like a sledgehammer

You′re taken over the beat of my body, you just don't let up, don′t let up

You're taken over the beat of my body but you lift me up, lift me up

If you take my pulse right now

It would feel just like a sledgehammer

So close together, so far apart

You′re turning me on and my fire's waiting for your spark

Oh oh

I struggle to contain

Woah oh

The love that′s in my veins

Oh oh

And how it circulates

Oh oh

If you could take my pulse right now

It would feel just like a sledgehammer

If you could feel my heart beat now

It would hit you like a sledgehammer

You're taken over the beat of my body, you just don't let up, don′t let up

You′re taken over the beat of my body but you lift me up, lift me up

If you take my pulse right now

It would feel just like a sledgehammer

The truth is out, no stopping now, I'm getting closer

I′ve had enough, undress my love, I'm coming over

(If you could take my pulse right now

It would feel just like a sledgehammer, oh

And if you could take my pulse right now

It would feel just like a sledgehammer, hammer, hammer)

Songwriter:

If you could take my pulse right now

It would feel just like a sledgehammer

If you could feel my heart beat now

It would hit you like a sledgehammer

You′re taken over the beat of my body, you just don't let up, don′t let up

You're taken over the beat of my body but you lift me up, lift me up

If you take my pulse right now

It would feel just like a sledgehammer

Sean Douglas / Jonas Jeberg / Meghan Trainor

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Fifth Harmony

[breezingby]

Hey, hey, you there Tell me how have you been?

You could have a steam train If you'd just lay down your tracks You could have an aeroplane flying If you bring your blue sky back All you do is call me I'll be anything you need

You could have a big dipper Going up and down, all around the bends You could have a bumper car, bumping This amusement never ends

I wanna be your sledgehammer Why don't you call my name? Ah oh, let me be your sledgehammer This will be my testimony Yeah (yeah)

Show me 'round your fruit cage 'Cause I will be your honey bee Open up your fruit cage Where the fruit can be sweet as can be

I wanna be your sledgehammer Why don't you call my name? Ah, you'd better call the sledgehammer Put your mind at rest

I'm gonna be the sledgehammer This can be my testimony Ah, I'm your sledgehammer Let there be no doubt about it

~ ♫♪♫♪ ~

I get it right, I kicked the habit (kicked the habit, kicked the habit) Shed my skin (shed my skin) This is the new stuff (this is the new stuff) I go dancing in (we go dancing in) Oh, won't you show for me? (Show for me) I will show for you (show for you) Please, show for me (show for me) Huh, I will show for you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do mean you (show for me)

Only you, you've been coming through (show for you) I'm gonna build that power, build, build up that power, hey (show for me) I've been feeding the rhythm, huh I've been feeding the rhythm (show for you) Gonna feel that power hey, build in you (show for me) Ah, come on, come on, help me do Come on, come on, help me do (show for you) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you (show for me)

I've been feeding the rhythm I've been feeding the rhythm (show for you) It's what we're doing, doing All day and night (show for me)

Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer (HD version)

[starlost-mochi-x]

Low-key can I pls request Chris comforting reader on her period because I'm on my right now and I want him as my personal hot water bottle.

Thank you!!

omg first request!!

hopefully this meets your expectations hahah... i wrote reader having a really bad period... hopefully that's fine for you <3 feel better!

he comforts you on your period - bang chan

pairing: bang chan x reader

summary: you're struggling with your period and chan helps you out

genre: fluff, non-idol! au, comfort, lil bit angsty. mentions of undressing, feeling nauseous & dizzy, cramps and period pain, reader has a period (obviously)

a/n: comments are appreciated... and whoever's reading this, feel better! and eat some dark chocolate <3

You groan for the fourth time as another debilitating cramp whacks you right in the gut, followed straight after by a dizzying wave of nausea. You're helpless to do anything but whine and writhe weakly on the bed, tangling the sheets and causing uncomfortable lumps of the blanket to pool up around you. It's too hot, too cold, too much pain, too sharp, too dull, never-ending.

You can't even call for Chan.

He's working from home today due to the severe weather, shut in his little studio down the apartment hallway. The rain clatters and thunders against the windows and balcony door, speckled with tiny crystal shards of hail ice. He's probably busy working away at some song while on call with the rest of 3RACHA. You can picture him busily writing down song lyrics in his notebook, headphones and black cap askew on his head, and hand messily smudging the dark, scented ink of his words on the page. His pretty, dark eyes shining, wide and focused as he does what he does best.

That pleasing mental image of your boyfriend is quickly chased away by another wave of nausea and you curl in on yourself, fighting the desperate urge to scream with whatever you have left. You didn't bother taking painkillers when the first cramp hit this morning, thinking you could muscle through it. Every time, you think you can handle the pain, and every time, you're proven completely and utterly wrong. And now you're immobilised on the bed, unable to do anything but face the bloody wrath of your monthly cycle.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Groaning, you shift achingly slowly to the side, trying to alleviate the pain. For a moment, you consider calling for Chan, but you doubt you'd be able to shout loud enough, and more so, you don't want to disturb him. The comeback is soon, and he was stressed enough at not being able to go to the company after seeing the state of the weather. He'd woken you up with a kiss, ordered breakfast to be delivered to the door, and disappeared, only pausing to throw on a hoodie and his usual cap. The studio door had shut and you had heard no more. He's been working all morning. He had said to try not to disturb him unless you really needed something, but you understood. He had a lot to do. But...

Biting your lip guiltily, and then wincing at the dull pain pooling in your stomach, you do your best to slide off the bed. It doesn't matter how much it hurts; you need painkillers. And right now, Chan can't afford to be distracted, so you muster up all of your strength to sit upright.

One foot touches the cold floor, and then the other. Both hands fly to your stomach and you double over, hair brushing your knees as you wait for the dizzying nausea to pass. It feels like you're being slammed in the gut with a sledgehammer set on fire. Attempting to regain your bearings, you sit up and wait for a few minutes. The pain dulls for a few moments and so does the headache, so you shakily stand, reaching for the wall in case your knees give out. Walking to the kitchen is a colossal effort, and a slow one at that too. The short walk down the hallway feels like a year.

Finally slumping against the counter, feet numb from the cold tiles, you take a glass from the dishrack and fill it halfway with water, spilling most of it on the counter in your hazy, aching state. Your vision is spotted with stars as you reach up on tiptoes and open the medicine cabinet to reach the painkillers.

You swallow two and move to make your way back to the bedroom. Turning, you're suddenly hit with the most awful, searing, intolerable pain. You jackknife to the floor, knees throbbing from the solid impact as they thud against the tiles. Leaning heavily on the cabinet, you rest your forehead against the cool, slightly chilled surface, and feel a liquid smearing onto the cupboard door. Pulling away slightly, you realise you're covered in a sheen of sweat. Your clothes stick uncomfortably to your body. It's too hot, too cold, too much pain, too sharp, too dull, never-ending but even worse than before.

Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, every heave sapping your energy. Sagging forward, you rest your face against the cool tiles, trying to stay conscious. Your surroundings blur out, replaced with an unpleasant echoing ring and the sound of Chan's footsteps.

Chan's footsteps?

He's holding his drained waterbottle in one hand and his phone in the other, eyebrows furrowing as he reads some lyric notes he typed earlier. Feeling quite pleased with himself, he turns into the kitchen and is immediately met with the sight of you slumped on the floor, coated in sweat and curled up like a dying insect in the summer.

His eyes widen and he drops to his knees, phone clattering to the side and waterbottle clanging loudly. The sound makes you wince.

"Love? Hey-" his warm, calloused hands run over your shoulders, panicked and wide-eyed. "What happened?"

You can't even respond.

Chan swears a few colorful, fluent phrases as he stands and dashes down the hallway, returning with a damp rag. He gently but hurriedly mops the sweat off your forehead and nape before tossing it aside and carefully lifting you into his firm, toned arms. Deadlifting you from the floor, he carries you back to the bedroom and sets you down gently, pulling the rumpled covers back. He rushes out of the room for what feels like hours but is probably only a few minutes. Hurrying into the bedroom, he sets a few things down on the bedside before gently freeing you from your sweaty clothes.

In another scenario, you would be embarrassed, but right now you can't care less. It feels freeing and the cold air in the apartment seeps into your body, providing a welcome coolness. He lifts a hot water bottle and places it onto your lower stomach, tucking it slightly into the waistband of your underwear to keep it in place. He presses down lightly and you groan weakly, the heat providing almost immediate relief from the aching.

You don't register what happens after that; only the feeling of the damp cloth sweeping over your forehead and neck and Chan's warm, gentle touch keep you connected to consciousness. He begins to sing softly, lulling you into the heavy, dreamless sleep of the sick. HIs voice floats in the air like a wisp, light and airy and lilting, yet deep, accented, and rich. You gather all your remaining strength.

"Channie," you croak.

He looks up, brows knitted together in worry. He stops his ministrations, hand hovering over your shoulder.

Tears well in your eyes. Whether it's from the jumbled mess that the morning has been, the maelstrom of hormones, emotions and guilt in your system, the debilitating pain, or Chan's seemingly endless love, you're not entirely sure. Your voice is an almost inaudible whisper.

"I'm sorry i disturbed you. I went to take painkillers so i wouldn't disturb you because i know you're busy with the comeback-"

He cuts you off, expression gentle yet concerned. "I know i was busy, but you should have called me, love. Look at the state of you."

A hot tear spills down your cheek. "I'm sorry, Channie."

He shushes you, stroking your hair back from your forehead. "Don't apologise, yeah? If you need me, i'll come to you. Please don't ever feel that you're a bother to me or that you're disturbing me. Especially when it comes to things like this," he rubs your hipbone softly with his thumb, in soothing, relieving circles.

"Channie, can you cuddle me?"

He smiles softly. Pressing himself to your back, he bends his knees, spooning and tucking you into his chest. A surge of intoxicating warmth seeps pleasantly into your body and you sigh contentedly. His toned arm snakes around your waist, pressing the hot water bottle to your stomach so you don't have to hold it there yourself. Kissing your neck softly, he nuzzles into your shoulder, telling you to sleep and that he would be there when you wake up. It feels so warm, so cosy, so safe. But the guilt of having tore him away from his work doesn't slip your hazy, fatigued mind.

"Channie, i'm sorry for being a bother."

He exhales a small, sincere chuckle through his nose, tucking his head further into your shoulder.

"You're never a bother to me, love."

a/n: how'd i do? do we like it? likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated <3

[c-rowlesdraws]

The thrilling follow-up to The Magnus Archives But Make It 80's, hot and fresh for this Halloween season! 15 Entities, 30 top hits from the 80’s— two songs per Entity. I've been listening to Protocol and selectively re-listening to TMA lately, and felt inspired. Track list and key below the cut:

(some songs fit their entities lyrically, and some just have titles that made me laugh)

The Buried

Take My Breath Away - Berlin

Locked In - Judas Priest

The Corruption

Poison - Alice Cooper

Tainted Love - Soft Cell

The Dark

Dim All The Lights - Donna Summer

Rhythm Of The Night - DeBarge

The Desolation

I'm On Fire - Bruce Springsteen

Burnin' For You - Blue Öyster Cult

The End

You Dropped A Bomb On Me - The Gap Band

Rhythm Is Gonna Get You - Gloria Estefan And Miami Sound Machine

The Eye

Eye In The Sky - The Alan Parsons Project

Talking In Your Sleep - The Romantics

The Flesh

Stop Draggin' My Heart Around - Stevie Nicks, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Footloose - Kenny Loggins

The Hunt

Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen

Eaten Alive - Diana Ross

The Lonely

Forget Me Nots - Patrice Rushen

Alone - Heart

The Slaughter

Toy Soldiers - Martika

Sledgehammer - Peter Gabriel

The Spiral

She Drives Me Crazy - Fine Young Cannibals

Where Is My Mind? - Pixies

The Stranger

Don't Talk To Strangers - Rick Springfield

Somebody's Knockin' - Terri Gibbs

The Void

Up Where We Belong - Joe Cocker, Jennifer Warnes

Higher Love - Steve Winwood

The Web

Who's Zoomin' Who? - Aretha Franklin

Sunglasses At Night - Corey Hart

The Extinction

I Won't Let The Sun Go Down On Me - Nik Kershaw

1999 - Prince

[himedanshicult]

average gen-z person c.2024: im not transphobic, i just don't trust tran$ women because they all give scorpio [rapist] vibes and im a female socialized pisces

average millennial person c.2012: woah dude im not homophobic i just use "faggot" to mean "annoying effeminate sissy", not like, gay people. just because you id as female now doesn't mean ya have to act like one bro....

average gen-x person c.1992: when i wrote down the lyrics "bash that tranny and his faggot jew boyfriend with a sledgehammer" i was actually criticizing and making fun of homophobia, misogyny and antisemitism, not because i believe in homophobia, misogyny and antisemitism, bigotries that nobody actually believes in today, the End of History, i mean i only punched that one tranny because he hit on me not because he was a tranny

[gothffee]

Hi, hello, salutations. I’m Chris, or Sledgehammer if you want, depending on the day. I like long walks to the vegan cheese aisle, dad jokes, and currently I’m obsessed with the Interview with a Vampire TV show. I probably talk too much for my own good and usually make no sense, but guess what? It is what it is. I sing and write lyrics for a band called Motionless in White, and I’m Rhea Ripley’s biggest fan. Fight me on me this. I dare you.

Want to have a local gothffee with me? Come chat at @nothingforundead.

[theodorecanaryhood]

Couple goals

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Warning: some language, sexual references and hints of homophobia

Boredom is a hard thing to overcome when there isn’t anything to do.

Cleaning was done, laundry was done … seemed only channel surfing was left.

It all began during lockdown 2020 when you and Jason took a leap, getting stuck scrolling through TikTok, you both decided to start a joint account.

The Red silhouette challenge, WAP challenge, walk out on each other naked to get their reaction. There wasn’t anything you hadn’t tried.

‘Shall we do the dance in the rain trend?’ Jason asked, you gave a confused look.

‘There isn’t a dance in the rain challenge’ you said as Jason smiled.

‘There should be one, it’s pouring outside, let’s do it’ Jason said as he stripped out of his shirt.

The two of you stood in the rain, both your bare bodies were soaked within seconds, doing a small choreography to the music, Jason smiled as the two of you finished.

The video was viewed by thousands as the other ones before, comments filled in as Jason read through them.

‘You guys are a cute couple’ Jason sat reading the comments from his phone, you cooking as you listened to Jason talking.

‘Gay guys are hot. Couple goals. I want them both’ Jason chuckled as you walked over and rubbed Jason’s shoulders.

‘What does that one say?’ You read over Jason’s shoulder, he leaned in to read it closer.

‘Is anyone going to talk about Jason’s bulge?’ Jason laughed, you snickered as you blushed a little.

‘You love my bulge, in and out of the bedroom’ Jason smirked as he rose to his feet, kissing you gently in the lips.

‘Gross’ you whispered, Jason pecked your cheek again.

‘Not what you said last night’ he winked as he went to the bathroom.

Sitting next to each other on the bed as the camera recorded, Jason lip synced to the lyrics as he then grabbed ahold of your face, leaning in for a kiss.

You welled up with a pain in your chest as you read a comment in your latest TikTok video, Jason grabs and kisses you.

‘What’s wrong baby?’ Jason asked you as he rubbed your back.

You stung inside as your heart beat loudly in your chest, pounding like a sledgehammer.

‘This comment’ you showed your phone screen to Jason, he saw red.

‘These gross, sickening faggots are going to hell. Sodomy is a sin. Queers need to be punished’ Jason read the comment in his head with thunder in his veins.

Jason saw the tears brimming in your eyes, he realised in this moment you’d never experienced anything like this.

Jason had experienced his fair share of homophobic comments, including from his biological father. But you never had.

You grew up in such a loving home and parents who loved everyone equally. You’d never had this before.

‘Come here’ Jason spoke softly as he pulled you in for a hug, kissing you on the head.

You wet Jason’s shoulder as he held onto you tightly, you let go of the sadness as Jason filled you with love.

‘Let’s go for a walk’ Jason spoke sweetly as he rubbed your face, giving you a kiss.

Hand in hand down the streets, Jason loved listening to you talk. The sound of your voice was like music to Jason’s ears.

Streets filled with tons of different types of couples and people, yet Jason felt like it was only you and him.

True couple goals are the ones that other people take more than 3 seconds to notice, Jason smiled as he had his fingers intertwined with yours.

[14dayswithyou]

I feel like this song fits Ren really well. [Lenka - You Will Be Mine] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=T_ktCDCyhAI

Also this Justin Bieber song redone in a punk/metal/screamo style is REDACTED 😂 [Issues - Boyfriend] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xB0I-FuXRwA

Honourable mentions:

The sound doesn’t fit but the lyrics do. [Superfruit - guy.exe] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=r2Kh_XMIDPU

Also laughing at the mental image of Ren having a mental breakdown while licking his sledgehammer [Miley Cyrus - Wrecking Ball] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=My2FRPA3Gf8

✦゜ANSWERED: YEAHHH!!!! They all fit Ren really well ^^ Especially "You Will Be Mine"... It's honestly very YandeRen!! :3c Thank you for the song recommendations!

Links to da songs (for mobile users):

You Will Be Mine - Lenka

Boyfriend - ISSUES (cover)

GUY.exe - SUPERFRUIT

Wrecking Ball - Miley Cyrus

[kortacqueen]

MORE MORE MORE KORTAC INSPIRATION HAS HIT LETS GO

Hutch, my man, is a computer genius

However his true power remains long unknown UNTIL a bet comes around

During one of the team game nights, König loses and is forced to reveal a story about a scar not gotten in the field

He shares a long scar running up his forearm and says it’s from a dirt biking accident, mentioning that there may be footage of it somewhere

He doubts anyone actually saw it since it was only aired locally

Hutch says ‘if I find it, can I show it to everyone?’

König responds (he is a little drunk) ‘I bet you can’t find it, but if you do I’ll owe you one favor AND tell you another story of a scar, just you.’

Time passes and people move on. It’s a while before they are all able to have a full team game night together

Before they can start, Hutch gets them all to the rec room, his computer hooked up to the TV

A long video file ready to play as everyone sits down.

‘I win our bet König’ was the only warning everyone got before Hutch started a video of a 15 year old König dirt bike racing in the mountains on old footage.

Clear as day, near the end battling for 1st, a kid nicks König’s bike and he falls off the hill into the deep mud on his arm

Quickly getting back up, he fights for the top spot. In the final stretch, König passes the kid and flips him off

Then proceeds to mock him while on the podium with his still bleeding arm, gesturing that he’s crying then laughs and points

Safe to say a fight broke out and the footage cut off

Hutch was standing there a little to proud of himself, and he does receive his special story

Out of solidarity, he has not looked at anyone’s search history on base.

Hutch, Declan, Oni, Roze, Zeus, and Horangi are great singers and have amazing range

Stilletto, Zero, and Askel should never be allowed to sing and aren’t banned but they will get glares

All of KorTac are a little sadistic in battle, but there is definitely a range.

Surprisingly König, Stiletto, and Oni are at the top of this list. Callisto is the only one who will force them to stop.

Oni can, will, and has cut off arms with his katanas just to leave them to bleed out

König likes to use a sledgehammer when available, he swings so it hits the enemy’s head but there is usually a wall of floor to meet them.

He has a biting problem too. If you put your hand on or near his mouth he will bite you through the mask if need be, fingers have been lost and König thinks it’s hilarious.

All of them carry a spare balaclava in case comeones is ripped, most often Horangi’s or König’s.

Some of them take medication for many things

Most for PTSD and depression, König for those and anxiety and insomnia (caused by his anxiety and depression)

The man is bad WITH his medication, without it he is so much worse. As an unmedicated kid who needed meds, he would hardly leave his room and would panic attack upon returning

The days that he misses, he locks himself in his room and cries all day

Though one of the lesser religious of the group, Klaus embodies the Christmas spirit the most

Though, he acts more like a demented Santa

Singing carols with twisted lyrics as he completes his missions, finishing with a ‘ho ho ho, and have a merry Christmas in hell’

He gained an affectionate nickname of ‘Krampus’ given to him by Fender and König who grew up with it.

It was not out of kindness or humor that they gave him this name like everyone believes.

To strengthen his bond with the name, he researched several different traditions over many countries with the creature and began to terrorize them all.

Fender and König were terrorized the most and their childhood trauma/fear was used against them.

Declan found this especially funny. You could tell Klaus just pranked them is Declan was seen with tears in his eyes.

Eventually, Fender and König call him Krampus throughout the year, while the rest stick to just Christmas time.

Zeus, although very polite, can be incredibly judgemental.

If someone eats something he deems as disgusting, he’ll scrunch up his face and give this horrified look.

This look has spared no one and made several people cry.

The reveal of König as a Colonel had shaken everyone. Apparently Zero was the only one who guessed right but was under the impression König had no idea how he got there

Which, to be fair, is kinda true

[twopoppies]

Was going through juice lyrics and it's so funny that the og lyric goes "Louis down to my drawers" Which harry changed to "gucci down to my drawers" I love that a conscious thought had been made 😭

I love it when he makes little changes like that. My favorite was actually when he covered Sledgehammer, and he changed the lyric from "Open up your fruit cage" to "Open up your fruit cakes" jhkckljhcdjhds