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Don Johnson Big Band feat. Anna Abreu - Rush @ Tavastia 19.5
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Johnson Big Band
Don Johnson Big Band
Performer
Abreu
Abreu
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abreu
Abreu
Composer
Johannes Laiho
Johannes Laiho
Composer
Tommy Lindgren
Tommy Lindgren
Lyrics
Kari Saarilahti
Kari Saarilahti
Composer

Lyrics

Rush! Tell 'em now, tell 'em how Try to spell it out Why the foul smell and loud yelling Are you selling out? Rush! Tell 'em now, tell 'em how Try to spell it out Why the foul smell and loud yelling Are you still in doubt? (2x) Is it 'cause you dwell about looking for some better ground Quietly defiant, like a giant leap ahead and now Hit 'em hard and let 'em drown, kick 'em when they're dead and down What you prevented now is more than a poetic row Physically so well endowed, mister thoroughbred and proud Never settle down, gotta get it all, and get it now But now your head is down, the weight is like a leaded crown Your latest trick was faded out, a dire fate I read about And then the letters found a sentence and descended down The pen is like a menace, yeah I said it and I said it loud Make a noise, develop sound, make a more synthetic sound Visible to many, but a-plenty ways to let it cloud your judgement Yet judging by the way that you resented crowds And budgeted your bread and found the credit to go spread it round I'm bulldozing aesthetics, now you're almost on prophetic ground I'm close enough to close it up, the flows are out, just hit it now Rush! Tell 'em now, tell 'em how Try to spell it out Why the foul smell and loud yelling Are you selling out? Rush! Tell 'em now, tell 'em how Try to spell it out Why the foul smell and loud yelling Are you still in doubt? (2x) We're out of time, meaning all remaining time is out But everything I write about continues redefining how We look at things, I'm finding out that crooked things are often Straighter than you think and my design is bound to soften The boundaries on how to reason quiet for a louder reason How to be so proud of these surroundings or societies in conflict Discounting these encounters when we're steaming like an armpit Discomfort isn't offered like a gauntlet, it's complex A crowd is teased with modesty and pompousness Hard as this art is respond as you were on your knees No compass will guide us through anomalies and darkness Fallacies and countless means of robberies and conquest Are you an instigator? Are you an accomplice? An insulated isolated incident of progress Your infant eyes are hypnotized, I synthesize my senses By surprise and club my sympathizers senseless Rush! Tell 'em now, tell 'em how Try to spell it out Why the foul smell and loud yelling Are you selling out? Rush! Tell 'em now, tell 'em how Try to spell it out Why the foul smell and loud yelling Are you still in doubt? (2x) Hardcore Truth is what you make it, it's an art form A super soaking sacred piece of hardcore Seemingly evasive, if you clean it or erase it Now I've seen enough and face it This is hardcore Truth is what you make it, it's an art form A super soaking sacred piece of hardcore Seemingly evasive, all we gave 'em was a taste And now they're steaming in our faces Rush! Tell 'em now, tell 'em how Try to spell it out Why the foul smell and loud yelling Are you selling out? Rush! Tell 'em now, tell 'em how Try to spell it out Why the foul smell and loud yelling Are you still in doubt? (2x) Rush! Are you still in doubt? Rush! Hey! Selling out, selling out
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