jeff noon & david toop - scorched out for love | Текст песни

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scorched out for dub, elliot’s bad and busted remix

the creeping two-shot spots of a flow-down / drumfall and the rim of skin-beat, in a snare-dancer’s downtime rhythm-loop explode lament / where all the rain cymbals sing / the contours of the voice, waiting for the bass to steal, the sliced and crazy feel / shots of the lost / the hidden sound chant knowledge caught and twisted, now stretching guitar burst / a drag from the fingers / holding, releasing / noise caressing the blade-song / I wonder what colours you’ll burn, when the bass returns / bruise of crackle-pattern, vinyl screech-pop of string / the sudden switch howl scatter of rhythm / a hit from stretched plastic, down in the darkness / cellar blast of turntable nerve fire / singing, that’s the way of the bass my friend when the bass flows to an end / and down / and further down and down / and down flat, along the decks of slow noise poison, scraped from every last bootleg / on the other side of town / incisions of chorus, made of mad magic / amplifies the heart crying out, injection dance / cuts of motherloading bass honey, off-kilter dripping deep, and then word by funky word, passion splinters the tragic splice tactics / on the caught samples singing it all away / all the tripwire scratching kaleidoglide of a strange groove / deep jesus bass of music, catching the shimmer / the final crackle of silence / holding, releasing / dissolving

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