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07/25/2005 |
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7. | Girl in the Fire |
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* | Axle Grinder (2007 reissue bonus track) |
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Somewhere out there in the vast nothingness of space,
Somewhere far away in space and time,
Staring upward at the gleaming stars in the obsidian sky,
We're marooned on a small island, in an endless sea
Confined to a tiny spit of sand, unable to escape,
But tonight, on this small planet, on earth
We're going to rock civilization...
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...but tonight,
on this small planet,
we're going to rock civilisation...
...is this bass really strong enough?
We're marooned on a small island, in an endless sea,
Confined to a tiny spit of sand, unable to escape,
But tonight, it's heavy stuff
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I can't get used to you,
I can't get used to you,
I'm gonna take yourself away [ohh, yeah, come on, get it x4],
Like the way you move, like the way you groove [ohh, yeah, come on, get it x4]
You got structure,
You betta believe ya [yeah],
Who's comin at ya,
The way you look when ma music flowin,
You got structure,
You betta believe ya [yeah],
Who's comin at ya,
The way ya look when the music's rollin
I can't get used to you
I can't get used to you
ohh, yeah, come on, get it x8
You got structure,
You betta believe ya [yeah],
Who's comin at ya,
The way you look when ma music flowin,
You got structure,
You betta believe ya [yeah],
Who's comin at ya,
The way ya look when the music's rollin
I can't get used to you,
I can't get used to you
ohh, yeah, come on, get it x8
You got structure,
You betta believe ya [yeah],
Who's comin at ya,
The way you look when ma music flowin,
You got structure,
You betta believe ya [yeah],
Who's comin at ya,
The way ya look when the music's rollin
Oh, I can make ya feel so good,
And yeah, turn ya world upside down,
Oh, I can look into your thoughts,
And yeah, I can look forever if I so desire,
I don't really wanna show you all that,
If its ok that we can call that,
I don't really know where I stand now,
I can do anything ya want but
I can't get used to you,
I can't get used to you
You got structure,
You betta believe ya [yeah],
Who's comin at ya,
The way you look when ma music flowin,
You got structure,
You betta believe ya [yeah],
Who's comin at ya,
The way ya look when the music's rollin..
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Soundboy...
Soundboy...you're too young to play that sound now...
Combination style!
Ladies and gentlemen...fasten your seatbelts!
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There's no earthly way of knowing,
Which direction we are going,
There's no knowing where we're rowing,
Or which way the river's flowing,
Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing so the danger must be growing,
Are the fires of hell A-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing?
YES! The danger must be growing, for the rowers keep on rowing,
And they're certainly not showing, any signs that they are slowing!!!
Woooooooaaaaaa
There's no earthly way of knowing,
Which direction we are going,
There's no knowing where we're rowing,
Or which way the river's flowing,
Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing?
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It seems like you're waiting for nothing,
Looks like time had deleted it all,
It may be everything that could have been was thrown away,
So just take what is left, don't somehow fill the space,
When I can see through it, oh I feel safe again,
I feel warmer...
[Chorus]
Sounds of life outside
Why do I retire
Sounds of life outside
One by one...
Got nothing to hide...
One by one
Couldn't have seen it come, from an inch away,
But it's here, right on time,
Wait for the flash of grey and we will feel the same,
If we can just drift for a while,
When I'm back on the ground I feel safe again,
I feel warmer...
Sounds of life outside
Why do I retire
Sounds of life outside
One by one...
Got nothing to hide...
Sounds of life outside
Why do I retire
Sounds of life outside
One by one...
Got nothing to hide...
One by one
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Blad tarantula,
Time for the massive come sing ya,
Blad tarantula,
Don't play with my style I might sting ya,
Blad tarantula,
You want me inject me bacteria,
And if ya body goin' stiff,
And your spine goin' numb,
Now come for get some...
Time to fix you up something here right now...
Shotter, hitter, serial killer,
Go a your funeral and all drink out your liquor,
When you are bury we a-stand next to the vicar,
Fling on some dirt and make your bury a little quicker,
Shouldn't test the youth them in the Tommy Hilfiger,
Hug up you mama, say sorry to you papa,
All a get number for the little sister
A shall we call her Ill ask her, freeza,
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Soaking through
Comes and holds itself against the wall
Soaking through
Comes and holds itself against the wall
Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall
Soaking through
Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall
Soaking through
Ahhh, she looked into your eyes,
And saw what laid beneath,
Don't try to save yourself,
The circle is complete,
We're reaching out and to tell you,
Nothing else can touch me
Soaking through
Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall
Soaking through
Ahhh, she looked into your eyes,
And saw what laid beneath,
Don't try to save yourself,
The circle is complete
Fading gently,
Soaking through,
We're reaching out and to take you,
Nothing else can touch me
Soaking through
Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall
Soaking through
Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall
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In through the maze through your reflection,
We enter from a terminal connection
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Let it go streamline, let it come in time.
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There were hard times ahead for the people of planet Ventura,
Staring into the networks of space and time,
Their eyes were open,
But still, they were blind,
I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape of another planet
Suddenly there was a change
Their eyes were open,
But still, they were blind...
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Ladies and Gentlemen
we understand that you
have come tonight
to bare witness to the sound
of drum... and... bass
We regret to announce that this is not the case
as instead, we come tonight to bring you,
the solid recreation of the end of the World
Ladies and Gentlemen prepare to Hold Your Colour!
Okay, f*** it, I lied
it's drum and bass ...what you gonna do!?
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