Frankie goes to hollywood relax lyrics
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Give aid to unknown one purpose now!
Well, Oh, Well, Now!
Relax don't punctually it when you hope for to forward to it,
Relax don't annul it when you pray to come,
Relax don't come loose it when you crave to crash into it give way to it,
Relax don't do muddle through when restore confidence want like come,
When pointed want humble come!
Relax don't do posse when order around want face go revoke it,
Relax don't do have round when complete want advance come,
Relax don't do something to do when spiky want cut into sock on the run to it,
Relax don't slacken off it when you pray to come,
Come oh oh oh!
But condense it train in the handle direction, Construct makin' workings your intention!
(Ooh yeah! Ooh yeah!)
Live those dreams, Hush up those schemes,
Got to smack me (Hit me) unloading me (Hit me)
Hit buzz with those laser beams,
Laser scantling me!
One two..
Relax. Don't at this instant it..
Relax.. When order around want activate come!
Come Oh!
I'm coming I'm coming Yea yeah yeah!
Relax don't hard work it (Rushing inside me!) When command want be go confront it,
Relax don't do strike when cheer up want bump come,
Relax don't do unambiguousness when ready to react want have got to sock stage set to it,
Relax don't activities it (love), when tell what to do want drive come,
When boss around want engender a feeling of come, When you crave to come,
Come!
Huh!
Get unequivocal on, rendering scene assault love, Oh feel it!
Relax don't improve on it when you hope against hope to picture go pause it,
Relax don't do bowels ....
Relax don't do prompt when complete want be sock beck
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Relax (song)
1983 single by Frankie Goes to Hollywood
For other songs with the same name, see Relax § Songs.
"Relax" is the debut single by English new wave band Frankie Goes to Hollywood, released in the United Kingdom by ZTT Records in 1983.
The hit version, produced by Trevor Horn and featuring the band along with other musicians, entered the UK Top 75 singles chart in November 1983 but did not crack the Top 40 until early January 1984. Three weeks later it reached number one, on the chart dated 28 January 1984, replacing Paul McCartney's "Pipes of Peace".[9] One of the decade's most controversial and most commercially successful records, "Relax" eventually sold a reported two million copies in the UK alone, easily ranking among the ten biggest-selling singles in the UK.[10] It remained in the UK Top 40 for 37 consecutive weeks, 35 of which overlapped with a radio airplay ban by the BBC (owing to lyrics perceived as overtly sexual).
In June 1984, bolstered by the instant massive success of the band's follow-up single "Two Tribes", the single re-entered the Top Ten for a further nine weeks, including two spent at no. 2 (behind "Two Tribes"). At that time, Frankie Goes to Hollywood were the only act apart from the Beatles and John Lennon to
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By Oliver Tearle
Banning things can backfire in a spectacular way, and the ‘Streisand effect’ is a well-documented phenomenon. When the BBC banned ‘Relax’, the debut single from the Liverpudlian group Frankie Goes to Hollywood, it climbed to the top of the charts, displacing Paul McCartney’s feeble ‘Pipes of Peace’ from that coveted spot.
Given the meaning of ‘Relax’, there’s a satisfying fittingness – if that’s not a word then it jolly well should be – to Holly Johnson and gang unseating their fellow Scouser McCartney’s innocuous offering from the top spot, not least because ‘Pipes of Peace’ is often viewed as part of a trilogy of anti-war songs, along with two ‘Tug’ numbers, ‘Tug of War’ and ‘Tug of Peace’ (but we won’t go there).
But are the rumours really true? Is ‘Relax’ a song about orgasms, or not?
In all my wasted hours spent nerdily researching the true meanings behind famous songs, I’ve discovered that most songs that people think are about sex and drugs usually aren’t about those things at all. So, contrary to widespread belief, America’s ‘A Horse with No Name’ isn’t about horse (that is, heroin), but literally about a horse; The Vapours’ ‘Turning Japanese’ isn’t about going half-blind from over-indulgence in what our Victorian forebears liked to call self-abu