We Are the Night
Album - 27 giugno 2007 - Debaser id 410469

Instrumental

Let's turn this thing electric (x8)

Do it again! (x4)

Oh my god what have I done? Do it again!
All I wanted was a little fun. Do it again!
Got a brain like bubble gum. Do it again!
Blowing up my cranium. Do it again!

Oh my god what have I done? Do it again!
All I wanted was a little fun. Do it again!
Got a brain like bubble gum. Do it again!
Blowing up my cranium. Do it again!

Oh my god what have I done? Do it again!
All I wanted was a little fun. Do it again!
Got a brain like bubble gum. Do it again!
Blowing up my cranium. Do it again!

Oh my god what have I done? Do it again!
All I wanted was a little fun. Do it again!
Got a brain like bubble gum. Do it again!
Blowing up my cranium. Do it again!


Turn of my ro-botic brain.
All my thoughts are all the same. (all insane)

Do it again! (x8)

Paint my face and bang my drum.
Throw my bone up to the sun.
Bang my drum and paint my face.
Pump my cave to hyperspace.

Do it again! (x8)

Oh my god what have I done? Do it again!
All I wanted was a little fun. Do it again!
Got a brain like bubble gum. Do it again!
Blowing up my cranium. Do it again!

Oh my god what have I done? Do it again!
All I wanted was a little fun. Do it again!
Got a brain like bubble gum. Do it again!
Blowing up my cranium. Do it again!

Turn of my ro-botic brain.
All my thoughts are all the same. (all insane)

There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow

There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children who built the castles made of stone

There's a man in the sky
Giving reasons why
That line grows deeper like these shackles round our bones

Move on to my own
Here come battle scars
It's the final charge
Here come battle scars

There's a child born
To a land of scorn
Sneaks past the borders and the lords that hold his hand

He was led like a lamb
All part of the plan
This castle crumbles as he walks out of this land

Move on to my own
Here come battle scars
It's the final charge
Here come battle scars

This is what we own
Here come battle scars
This is where we are
Here come battle scars

There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow

Living for the reasons
of the dead that moved to
paper from their heads
into my fingers
and my deadly view is
strangled by the rent
I have no purpose in this land
have I forgotten how to stand up
with the humor and the need
I've got to find a way to be

I just turn up the stereo
I can't survive without the cold
This culture's fallen off its feet
I've got to find a brand new beat

beat (beat) beat
beat (beat) beat
beat (beat) beat


There's a road ahead
'tween the live and dead
Church bells are ringing like the panic in my head

Step, step, one by one
Walk into the setting sun
Water's rising, rising fast
History catching up at last

Danger ahead, death behind
No one to follow but old man time

Time, time, take us back before the line was drawn
Before the sky turned black

SALMON DANCE - CHEMICAL BROTHERS FEAT. FATLIP

Hello Boys and girls, my name is FatLip
And this is my friend Sammy the Salmon
*What it do? *
Today, we're going to teach you some fun facts about Salmon
And a brand new dance
Let me introduce to you a brand new dance
I know you're gonna love it if you give it one chance
It's not complicated, it's not too hard
You don't even have to be a hip hop star
See anyone can do it, all you need is style
Listen up peep gang I'm gonna show you how
Put your hands to the side, as silly as it seems
And shake your body like a salmon floatin' up stream!
I'll float up stream
(You know how we do it, you know how we do it)
Again
*All my peeps spend part of their life in fresh water*
*And part of their life in salt water*
Wow, very interesting
*We change round a couple of days after spawning*
*Then we die*
When I first did the Salmon all the people just laughed
They looked around and stood like I was on crack
I heard somebody say out loud what the fuck is that
This nigga's dancin like a fish while he's doin' the snap
But the more I kept doing it the more they kept feelin' it
And then I heard some bitches say yo that niggas killin' it
By the end of the night everyone was on my team
And the whole club was dancing like a salmon floatin' up stream!
I'll float up stream
(You know how we do it, you know how we do it)
Again
*Most of our friends find their home waters by sense of smell*
*Which is even more keen than that of a dog or a bear*
Wow
*My family also rely on ocean currents, tides*
*The gravitational pull of the moon*(I'm floatin' upstream again)
The moon? Fish pay attention to the moon? Wow. Who knew?
*Did you know? *
What?
*That I could go to Japan, and back. *
You're kidding me. Amazing. Jeez
*Polluted water can kill both baby salmon, that are developing*
*And the adult salmon, that are on their way to spawn. *
Wow what a shame, what a shame
Huh?
Woah
Wow. Hey s-kids, hey give it up for s-Sammy the Salmon and his amazing salmon dance
Huh? Whadda ya say?
Who's hungry?

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