| I’m basking in the sunlight, hi-hat sizzling
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| Snare cracking like it’s blasting in a gun fight
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| The pattern of the drum’s tight, kick pumping in your stomach
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| Something like the aftermath of a drunk night
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| Daft cunt, see I like music that has spunk
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| Thrash, pop, rap, punk, drazz-wop, jazz, funk
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| I’m beginning a vinyl collection
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| Thinking of buying all the decks and equipment then hitting the nightlife with
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| a vengeance
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| But I’ve got a penchant for sitting in silence
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| Headphones hugging my noggin, I’m nodding my head to the said tones
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| I might be flesh and bones, but when I do a verse
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| My vibrations disperse through the universe
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| We can see the frequency, percieve them through the channels
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| I need a deeper feeling please, leave me with the ammo
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| White noise, clean my teeth, weaken the enamel
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| Street life’s a squeeze like a needle to a camel
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| Please, I would leave in peace, retreating with the mammals
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| While leaves of trees are green at least, creeping in my camo
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| But a bee could see through these with ease, keys of a piano
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| Basked in light from black to white, from BC to Anno
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| Domini
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| There’s no questioning Ben as an artist
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| My musical palette’s not like yours
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| So the same brush I’ll never be tarred with
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| I’m a sucker for a Hendrix guitar lick
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| But not a purist though, Kendrick Lamar’s sick
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| Mate, head to the bar quick
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| And fetch me a large drink
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| I’m ready to get this cigar lit
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| Beer garden, start a party for the neighbours like
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| No sympathy, Marley and the Wailers, and Bacardi with a chaser
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| It’s getting late so it’s time to slip something a little harder in the shaker
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| Bit of Marvin on the playlist, then The Temptations
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| Followed by Smokey Robinson, we marvel at the greatness
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| I’m Syd Barrett on Interstellar Overdrive
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| I’m John Bonham in a hotel on a motorbike
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| I’m Ray Davies on a sunny afternoon
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| I’m Ian Curtis, I’m John Lennon, Bob Dylan and Keith Moon
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| Music helped me get through all I’ve been through
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| When just me, you, and the beat loop, how can I feel blue?
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| I’ve got videos and photographs if you need proof
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| I’ve lived, though I gave my plot away in the theme tune
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| Beit Nun up in your iPod docking station
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| Feel free to get up and leave if you’re not relating
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| But if you are, take a seat, I’m down for the long awaited conversation
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| Two bonding strangers have when they’re off their faces
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| Domini |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Top Down , by - Dan Bull. Song from the album The Garden, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп