There was a guy who lived for drum and bass. He was not interested in small talk, he was not interested in people who wanted everything slow and quiet. He wanted the bass that breaks your stomach, the rhythm that slaps you and drags you into the night!!! Every time a track started, it changed its face. There was something fierce in his eyes, almost as if that music gave him strength, as if it reminded him that the world was full of noise, anger and race. And when he got on the dancefloor, he didn't dance: he attacked the beat, devoured it, and seemed to tell everyone to step aside.
Breakdown
Sweat on the wall
Ninety-one in the basement
Somebody screaming over the 303
And he's still going
Still going
Still going
Build
Faster now
Faster now
The room tilts sideways
Faster now
Faster now
Nobody's leaving
Nobody's leaving
Nobody's leaving
Drop
Roll it out
Roll it out
Twist the filter till it bites
Roll it out
Roll it out
Twist the filter till it bites
Work it
Work it
Work it
Work it
Verse 2
The sun comes up through the fire exit door
He's got a ringing in his ears he'll keep forever
He walks out with his jacket over one arm
Past the flyers and the broken glass on the pavement
And he's humming something nobody else knows
Something nobody else knows
Something nobody else knows
Chorus
Turn it up
Turn it up
Let the low end take the room
Turn it up
Turn it up
Let the low end take the room
Say it
Say it
Say it
Say it
Post-Chorus
Roll it
Roll it
Roll it
Roll it
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Outro
He'll be back
He'll be back
Same time
Same place
He'll be back
He'll be back
Same time
Same place
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
thestranglespeople
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