Testo E=MC2 - Big Audio Dynamite
Testo della canzone E=MC2 (Big Audio Dynamite), tratta dall'album This Is Big Audio Dynamite
Why don't you play the tune now
I don't like music
Come on, you little geezer
You'll look funny when you're fifty
Somebody I never met
But in a way I know
Didn't think that you could get
So much from a picture show
Man dies first reel
People ask what's the deal?
This ain't how it's supposed to be
Don't like no aborigine
Took a trip in Powis Square
Pop star dyed his hair
No fans to scream and shout
When mobsters came to flush him out
Gangland slaying underground
New identity must be found
On the left bank for a while
Insanity Bohemian style
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery Oh, ho, oh, ho
Met a dwarf that was no good
Dressed like little red Robin Hood
Bad habit taking life
Calling card a six inch knife
Ran off really fast
Mumbled something 'bout the past
Best sex I've ever seen
As if each moment was the last
Drops of blood, colour slide
Funeral for his bride
But it's him who's really dead
Gets to take the funeral ride
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
You know, I don't think I'm gonna let you stay in the film business
I like a bit of a cavort
I don't answer solicitor's letters
I apply a bit of pressure
Space guy fell from the sky
Scratched my head and wondered why
Time slides into time
Across international dateline
Scientist eats bubblegum
Hall of fame, baseball
Senators are Hoodlum
Big chiefs in the hall
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery Oh, ho, oh, ho
Stray thoughts, fear to tread
Placed upon the screen instead
She's my flame too hot to hold
Had to settle for her cold
Bloodlust, Greek God, Gold discovery
Gone bust, tight wad, slow recovery
Axe job, flame thrower, iron bar and gun
Betting shop, new owner, a walk in the sun
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery Oh, ho, oh, ho
Spread the news the Maestro's back
With a beat-box soundtrack
The king of brains, queen of the sack'
Executives have heart attack
It's assault course celluloid
The money makers would avoid
Sometimes notions get reversed
Centre of the universe
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery Oh, ho, oh, ho
(Who do you think you are, the lone ranger)
(You're Jack the lad)
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, Oh, ho, oh, ho
Ritual ideas relativity
All these buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Oh, ho, oh, ho
Credits
Writer(s): Mick Jones, Don Letts, Daniel Donovan
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