George Michael sings the Plan B song, The Recluse

Last night, George Michael added a new song to the set list on his Symphonica Tour. It’s a great track – The Recluse, by Plan B. Seems that George isn’t doing the whole song – just using the parts that are fitting for him lyrically. You know, cos the papers really do love to call him a recluse…

Here’s the first YouTube clip of it. Enjoy…

2 thoughts on “George Michael sings the Plan B song, The Recluse

  1. Plan B:The Recluse This song is performed by Plan B and appears on the album The Defamation of Strickland Banks (2010).

    Oh yeah they call me ‘The Recluse’
    ‘Cause I don’t go outside for nothin’, no one
    Is gonna make me leave this room
    Oh no they can’t tell me nothin’, no way

    You say I’m being a fool
    Yes so I don’t care about being cool
    What’s it to you?
    If I just stay here in this hole that I’ve fallen into?

    Oh yeah they call me ‘The Recluse’
    ‘Cause I don’t go outside for nothin’, no one
    Is gonna make me leave this room
    Oh no they can’t tell me nothin’, no way

    You see I ain’t thinkin’ clear
    Yes so I dunno, I’m feeling sorry for myself
    Who asked you to interfere?
    Would you really know what is or isn’t good for my health?
    Why don’t you leave me alone?
    I ain’t hurtin’ nobody, why you up in my face?
    Get up out my soul
    Why can’t you just let me get through my time this way?

    Oh yeah they call me ‘The Recluse’
    ‘Cause I don’t go outside for nothin’, no one
    Is gonna make me leave this room
    Oh no they can’t tell me nothin’, no way, no way, yeah
    Can’t tell me nothin’
    They can’t tell me nothin’
    They can’t tell me nothin’

    Sitting here by myself looking mad at myself thinking “I don’t wanna go out there”
    I don’t need no help, looking after myself, I got everything I need right here
    I ain’t trying to impress anyone in this cesspit jail I just don’t care
    I ain’t gotta smell fresh for a woman so I’m blessed not washing my skin or my hair
    They can call me a recluse, they ain’t gonna remove or cut me loose from this place, I’m locked in hiding
    Like a rocker wall moves ’cause you know I’ve gotten used to the space that I’m occupying
    There really ain’t anything out there on the win they’d enjoy more more than see me crying
    So I do it in my room where none of these goons can see me though I know they’ve been trying
    I ain’t cut out for this shit, I’m a coward I admit, I’ve never been no big ting
    The thought of killing makes me sick, but I don’t wanna be no victim no way not Strickland
    So I just stay in my cell like I’m bricked in and hope that stops me from getting kicked in
    Even if it earns me this nickname in prison

    Oh yeah they call me ‘The Recluse’
    ‘Cause I don’t go outside for nothin’, no one
    Is gonna make me leave this room
    Oh no they can’t tell me nothin’, no way
    Oh yeah they call me ‘The Recluse’
    ‘Cause I don’t go outside for nothin’, no one
    Is gonna make me leave this room
    Oh no they can’t tell me nothin’

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