Estelle Filmography

• 20th Annual Trumpet Awards (2012)
• Music for Mandela (2012)
• VH1 Divas Celebrates Soul (2011)
• Black Girls Rock! 2011 (2011)
• Philly's 4th of July Jam (2011)
• Positive Generation. Voces por un futuro sin sida (2011)
• Rip the Runway '11 (2011)
• Dow Live Earth Run for Water (2010)
• The Best of the World Music Awards (2010)
• TV One Night Only: Live from the Essence Music Festival (2010)
• Black Girls Rock (2010)
• 2009 Soul Train Awards (2009)
• Brit Awards 2009 (2009)
• The 51st Annual Grammy Awards (2009)
• Say My Name (2009)
• BET Awards 2009 (2009)
• Oi Fashion Rocks (2009)
• 2008 World Music Awards (2008)
• MTV Europe Music Awards 2008 (2008)
• MOBO Awards 2004 (2004)

Estelle Filmography

• Best of Blackzilla 2 (2008)
• Cum Swapping Fuck Dolls (2006)
• Bubble Asscious (2006)
• My Daughter's Fucking Blackzilla! 12 (2006)
• Pirate Fetish Machine 24: Stiletto (2006)
• Home Schooled 4 (2006)
• I Only Love... Dungeons & Dildos (2006)
• A2m 8 (2005)
• Spring Chickens 14 (2005)
• Cum Catchers 3 (2005)
• Direct Deposit 2 (2005)
• In the Pink (2005)
• Initiations 18 (2005)
• Lewd Conduct 26 (2005)
• Rocks That Ass 25 (2005)

Estelle, Don Filmography

• Comedy Songs: The Pop Years (2008)
• Tellystack (1997)
• Perry & Croft: The Sitcoms (1995)
• Santa Claus (1985)
• A Private Function (1984)
• The Beggar's Opera (1983)
• A Midsummer Night's Dream (1981)
• Not Now, Comrade (1976)

• Biirdie
• Bern Dan
• Julia
• Dan Bern

Well, well, well, Miss Estelle
Do you do the kiss and tell?
Have you come here to offer us a ride?
On your bicycle
I will ride right up the hill
I will ride until the sun does rise
Miss Estelle
You dress so well
There is more to you I can tell you
There is more to you than there more is to me
Because I'm simple and I am slow
And no matter where I go
I will always come back falling at your feet
Well well well well
Well well well
Miss Estelle
When you talk you do tell me
Every little thing inside of your head
But it happens all the time
At night when you should be mine
You are sleeping on the other side of the bed
In the morning when I wake
It will by my heart you'll take
Write it on up
And on the out of tune Piano
I wonder how your day goes
I wonder did you get out all your ya-ya-ya's
Well well well well
Well well well well
You are floating air
I can see your hand over
And I'll bring my friend
Well well well
Miss Estelle
Have you done the kiss and tell?
Have you come here to offer your goodbyes? (Goodbye)
Your are Silent and you are still (so still)
Let's separate the pills
You crashed your heart right into mine
Into mine
You crashed your heart into mine
Into mine
You crashed your heart into mine
Hey Estelle (into mine)
I wanna see you everyday
Every night and day
I wanna walk with you in the sun

It's all an open center
Opens up and lets the wind lift him away
It doesn't have to feel water
It's just a place that feels right with him
Kinda like the way you're breathing
I kinda like the way you keep looking away
Would you like to glide on
Slide a mile six inches at a time on Maynard's dick
There's a shyness found in reason
Apprehensive influence swallow away
You seem to feel abysmal take it
then you're careful grace for sure
Kinda like the way you're breathing
Kinda like the way you keep looking away
Would you like to climb on
Climb on my six inches and go down on Maynard's dick
Took you out in the back of the toolshed
Put it right on top of your forehead
Took you out in the back of the toolshed
Now you know what you're fuckin with... Maynard's dick!

Spring makes me wanna dance
On your grave
With flowers in my hands
Irony of fate
Pass rotten golden gates
And happy people just don't care
Irony of fate has got me
Hit me
Stroke me
Thrill me now
Why don't you fall on your knees
And turn to ashes
I'm scared
Does anybody care
And you will keep your
Fucked up mouths shut
Instead of raising your hands
Our own love affair
And you will keep your
Fucked up mouths shut
Instead of raising your hands
Spring makes me wanna dance
On your grave
With flowers in my hands
Irony of fate
Pass rotten golden gates
And happy people just don't care
You're not afraid
Of your daddy's cancer
Make your razorblade a dancer
Just slide between my veins
For an answer
I'm scared
Does anybody care
And you will keep your
Fucked up mouths shut
Instead of raising your hands
Our own love affair
And we could masturbate on
Public places no one cares
Is anybody there?
Is anybody there?
Stop the madness
In our own love affair
Stop the madness
I'm scared
Does anybody care?
And you will keep your
Fucked up mouths shut
Instead of raising your hands
Our own love affair
And we could masturbate on
Public places no one cares
Is anybody there?
And you will keep your
Fucked up mouths shut
Instead of raising your hands
Our own love affair
And you will keep your
Fucked up mouths shut
Can you hear them
Laugh
They're talking
To themselves

I was painting a still life this morning
Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy of Tropic of Cancer
The only thing weird about it is that a year ago
I never thought I'd paint anything again
I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint again
It didn't bother me too much, Warhol's dead
David Hockney's still alive, I don't need to paint
I painted over ten thousand paintings
Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones and light ones
I've done haystacks and rich old ladies by their pools
Wearing nothing but a scarf
I've painted everything there was to paint
Now it was time to sit back, give interviews
Get on the internet, hang out at club med
Take stock of what I've done
You know, the best friend I ever had was a dog
It sounds like a cliche unless it's happened to you
Some days that dog was the only reason I even got out of bed
That dog went everywhere with me and then I heard the crack addicts
Were stealin' dogs and selling them for animal research
It sounded like an urban myth to me like the mouse in the Coke bottle
But I started leavin' her at home after that
You know, Paula was my wife for a while
She ran off to Paris with the great grandson of Van Gogh
A cartoonist who did fashion graphics for Le Monde
When Paula left she took my dog, I never saw her again
Except in the court during the custody battle
She won and got to keep the dog
And I didn't speak to anyone for months
You know sometimes it feels
Like there's so much that you need
Sometimes the world is upside down
Sometimes it seems like the only thing you need
Is holdin' someone's hand as you walk through town
I started hanging around with Dino
He used to run a poker game back east
Now he has a little coffee shop, sells cappuccino to his old pals
Tommy, Chicago and Jimmy the Wig and Ugly Rose
You know the best person I ever knew
Was a Mormon woman named Estelle
She still calls me drunk every few months
And asks me stuff I don't want to talk about
You can't talk to her long unless you're drunk yourself
Then we go all night
Yeah she goes, "Why baby, why baby, why baby, why
Have you turned your back on love?
You had so many chances
Why have you let 'em all go by?"
Well, one morning I was sitting out in front of Dino's place
With Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly who gives free mohawks
There were a couple of young painters, I was hopin' to come by
So I could give 'em some advice
Yeah, I was sittin' there updating my list of enemies
When this girl walks in and the universe kind of stops
Turned out she drank the same tea as me
Don't take more than that to start a conversation sometimes
She believed collage was the greatest of all the arts
And was busy pasting pictures of horses, next to ads for laundry soap
Next to Mohammed Ali, she had a turquoise in her ear
And said Rachmaninoff was always in her head
But later that day I was trying to describe her to Jimmy the Wig
I couldn't find any words and I realized I'd started to sketch her chin
Somehow it didn't look right, I scratched it out and tried it again
I filled an entire pad, I threw it away, I never even came close
For a six days I sat at Dino's place
The rain wouldn't quit and no one came in
Finally on the seventh day it cleared and in she walked
I asked her to sit with me and I bought her a cup of tea
And I asked her to model for me sometime
That afternoon I was at a canvas
She was wearing a yellow dress
I swore if she let me, I'd get it right
I've painted over ten thousand paintings
Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones
But sitting there, it was like I couldn't even write my own name
I apologized and said, "It's been a few months
If you have patience, I'll get the hang of it again"
In the next few weeks, I painted her hundreds of times
If I get the nose right, the chin's too long
If I get 'em both right, the face is too thin
But I keep after it and one day I, I'll get it all right
I painted a still life this morning, of a throat lozenge
Sitting on a copy of Tropic of Cancer
The only thing was funny is that
I never thought I'd paint anything again
I think I might go visit Estelle
Those Utah mountains are good for the soul
I'll bring my brushes and some Jack Daniels
And we can make up for lost time
And she said, "Why baby, why baby, why baby why?
Baby why have you turned your back on love
You had so many chances
Why have you let 'em all go by?"
And she says, "Why baby, why baby, why baby why?
Baby why have you turned your back on love
You had so many chances
Why have you let 'em all go by?"
Sometimes it seems like there's so much that you need
Sometimes the world is upside down
Sometimes it seems like the only thing you need