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Barry White – ‘Never Never Gonna Give Ya Up’

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About the Song

Barry White’s iconic track, “Never, Never Gonna Give Ya Up”, is a timeless expression of unwavering love and devotion. Released in 1973 as part of his album Can’t Get Enough, the song quickly became a soul and disco sensation, captivating audiences with its lush orchestration and White’s velvety baritone.

The song’s introspective lyrics delve into the depths of a passionate relationship. White croons about finding the one person who completes him, a love so profound that he’s willing to do anything to keep it alive. The lines “I found what the world is searching for” and “I don’t have to look no more” convey a sense of contentment and fulfillment that is both heartwarming and relatable.

White’s signature vocal style, characterized by its richness and depth, is perfectly suited to the song’s romantic theme. His voice seems to caress the listener, drawing them into the world of the song and making them feel the intensity of his emotions. The backing vocals, with their soulful harmonies, add to the overall richness of the sound.

The song’s arrangement is equally impressive. The lush strings, funky bassline, and disco-inspired rhythm create a captivating backdrop for White’s vocals. The song’s extended outro, with its repeated refrain of “never, never gonna give ya up”, is a powerful declaration of love that leaves a lasting impression.

“Never, Never Gonna Give Ya Up” has become a beloved classic, transcending genres and generations. Its enduring popularity is a testament to the song’s timeless message and White’s unforgettable performance. Whether you’re a longtime fan of soul music or simply appreciate a great love song, this track is sure to leave you feeling uplifted and inspired.Barry White - IMDb

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Lyrics: “Never Never Gonna Give Ya Up”

Oh, baby
Oh, baby (Keep on)
Come on, baby (Keep on doin’ it, right on)
Mmm, mmm, mmm (Right on doin’ it)
You got it together (Baby, keep on)
Oh, you got it together, baby (Right on, keep on doin’ it)
Not yet, baby, oh, not yet
Mmm, mmm (My-my baby, keep on)
I swear you got it together, baby (Keep on, keep on)Whatever, whatever
Girl, I’ll do
Forever and ever, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ll see you through

I’ve got to keep you pleased
In every way I can
Gonna give you all of me
As much as you can stand

Make love to you right now
That’s all I want to do
I know you need it, girl
And you know I need it, too

‘Cause I found
What the world is searching for
Here, right here, my dear
I don’t have to look no more

And, oh, my babe
I hoped and I prayed
For someone just like you
To make me feel the way you do

Never, never gonna give you up
I’m never, ever gonna stop
Not the way I feel about you
Girl, I just can’t live without you

I’m never, ever gonna quit
‘Cause quittin’ just ain’t my stick
I’m gonna stay right here with you
Do all the things you want me to

Whatever you want
Girl, you got
And whatever you need
I don’t want to see you without it

You’ve given me much more
Than words could ever say
And oh, my dear, I’ll be right here
Until my dyin’ day

I don’t know just how to say
All the things I feel
I just know that I love you so
And it gives me such a thrill

‘Cause I found
What this world is searching for
Here, right here, my dear
I don’t have to look no more

And all of my days
I hoped and I prayed
For someone just like you
To make me feel the way you do

I’m never, never gonna give you up
I’m never, ever gonna stop
Stop the way I feel about you
Girl, I just can’t live without you

I’m never, ever gonna quit
‘Cause quittin’ just ain’t my stick
I’m gonna stay right here with you
Do all the things you want me to

Oh, I’m never gonna give you up
I’m never, ever gonna stop
All the things I feel about you
Girl, I just can’t live without you

I’m never, ever gonna quit
‘Cause quittin’ just ain’t my stick
I’m gonna stay right here with you
Do all the things you want me to

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