LCD Soundsystem

Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
I'll show you the ropes, kid, show you the ropes
Got a bus and a trailer at my house, my house
I'll show you the ropes kid, show you the ropes
I bought fifteen cases for my house, my house
All the furniture is in the garage
Well daft punk is playing at my house, my house
You got to set them up kid, set them up

You got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah <i>[x2]</i>
You got the set them up, set them up

You got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah <i>[x2]</i>
You got the set them up, set them up

Well Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
I waited for 7 years and 15 days
There's every kid for miles at my house, my house
And the neighbors can't...call the police
There's a fist fight brewin' at my house, my house
Because the jocks can't...get in the door
When Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
You got to set them up kid, set them up

You got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah <i>[x2]</i>
You got the set them up, set them up

You got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah <i>[x2]</i>
You got the set them up, set them up

<i>[Cow bell solo]</i>

Well everybody's lined up in my house, my house
And Sarah's girlfriend is working the door
Got everybody's PA in my house, my house
All the robots descend from the bus
There's a freak out brewing in my house, my house
In the basement
'Cause Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house
You got to set them up kid, set them up

You got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah <i>[x2]</i>
You got the set them up, set them up

You got to set 'em up, ooh ooh yeah <i>[x2]</i>
You got the set them up, set them up

And never, never let them go
No never, never, never let them go
Never, never, never let them go
Let them go
Downtown

What will you say when the day comes
When it's no fun
When it's all done
When it's no fun

What will you say when the time comes
There's a dry run when it's undone
And there's no one

When it's too much love
Too much love
Too much
It's too much love
Too much love
Too much

What will you do when you wake up
Fatten you up
Fasten you up
Fatten you up

No memories to get cloudy
To get cloudy when you can't see
What you can't see

It's all the same when it's morning
And you're boring
Still ignoring everything

No memories to remind you
Of the old you
Nothing for it
Just keep it up, keep it up

With no memory
With no memory
With no memory
To keep you up at night

Everybody makes mistakes,
But I feel alright when I come undone
You're not not making me wait,
But it seems alright as long as something's happening

I try to make you late,
But you fight me out like a fire does
You try making me wait,
But it feels alright as long as something's happening.

Get your payments from the nation
For your trials and tribulations

You try to make me wait
You come around when it's come undone
Everybody makes you late,
And it's never you, because you're always thinkin'
I try making you wait,
And you give me some like you give it good
Everybody makes mistakes,
But it seems it's mine that always keep on stingin'

Get your payments from the nation
For your trial and tribulations
Get your payments from the nation
For your trial and tribulations

You try making me wait,
But you come undone when you come undone
Everybody makes mistakes,
But it's always mine that seem to keep on stickin'

Get your payments from the nation, for your trials and tribulations
Get your payments from the nation, for your trials and tribulations
Get your payments from the nation, for your trials and tribulations
Get your payments from the nation, for your trials and tribulations
Get your payments from the nation, for your trials and tribulations

It's like a movement from the small place
To a bigger city
Or it's a bigger bag to strap the ego of a little baby
It's like a discipline without the discipline of
All of the discipline
It's like a culture
Without the effort of all the culture

Oh but I'm tapped
You're pillaging and I'm tapped
You're yesterday
And I'm tapped
Another reason I'm tapped

It's like a movement
Without the bother of all of the meaning
It's like a discipline
Without the discipline of all of the discipline
It's like a fat guy in a t-shirt
Doing all the saying
It's like a couple dads and a few friends
Trying hard to stay in

You're history and I'm tapped
You're fast and easy and I'm tapped
You're pillaging
And I'm tapped
For best results well I'm tapped

Here comes the report nothing to report see
It's all the same
It seems the punk rock as an experiment well
It pulled up lame
You got the fat guy in the t-shirt
Doing all the singing
Straight to the drunk tank doing the research
Doing all the blame

You're history and I'm tapped
You're fast asleep and I'm tapped
You're pillaging and I'm tapped
For best results well I'm tapped

It's like the culture
Without the effort or all of the luggage
It's like a discipline
Without the discipline of all of the discipline
It's like a movement
Without the bother of the meaning
It's like a culture
Without the culture of all of the culture

You're history and I'm tapped
You're fast and easy
And I'm tapped
You're pillaging and I'm tapped
And you're finicky so I'm tapped

Beats on repeat, beating on me
From every car in the street
There's a constant repeat, on repeat
Of your paranoid, heartbreaking beats
On repeat

It's a five song repeat, beating on me
With your favourite band, that helps you sleep
And here comes the new stylish creep
From every car in the street
On repeat
On repeat

Don't tell nobody what, what you really want because
They can tell everybody else
What you really want
Then you're fucked, so
Act like it's for yourself or its all yours
And they go and tell everybody else
That you're really great
We are just people

You're enfranchised and entranced
You're enfranchised and entrenched
But know that it's yours
Real life's a compromise

But your beats half-assed streak is beating on me
Well, my drunken week is helping me sleep

I wish I could complain more about the rich but then
All their children would line the streets,
Come to every show,
No one wants that

I wish I could complain more about the rich but then
All their children would flee the schools,
Come to every show,
Drugged and unwashed

I wish I could complain more about the rich but then
All their children would line the streets,
Come to every show,
Unwashed and drugged and

Beats on repeat beating on me
On your radio <i>[x6]</i>

Beats on repeat beating on me
Beats on repeat beating on me

But all I know, is all I know
Is the disco infiltrator fo sho
But all I see, is all I see
But still you want it owwww
Stop, you can't believe, what you believe
Or the disco infiltrator will leave
Oh stupid me, oh stupid me
But still we want it owwww
Stop, we cant shake the waist
Stop, you've got to shake the waist
Stop, what you've been told, is what your told
Is the disco infiltrator gone cold
Oh stupid you, I bet' told the truth
But you don't want it no!
Stop, you make me frown your little town
You run the disco infiltrator on down
Oh stupid you, oh stupid me
And we deserve it owwwwww
Stop, you can shake the waist
Stop, you've got to shake the waist

Bear in mind, we all fall behind, from time to time
Bear in mind, we all fall behind, from time to time

But all I know, is all I know
Is the disco infiltrator fo sho
But all I see, is all I see
But still you want it owwww
Stop, you can't believe, what you believe
Or the disco infiltrator will leave
Oh stupid me, oh stupid me
But still we want it owwww
Stop, you can't shake ya waist
Stop, you've got to shake ya waist
Stop, you can't shake ya waist
Stop, you've got to shake ya waist

Bear in mind, we all fall behind, from time to time
Bear in mind, we all fall behind, from time to time
Bear in mind, we all fall behind, from time to time
Bear in mind, we all fall behind, from time to time
Bear in mind, we all fall behind, from time to time
Bear in mind, we all fall behind, from time to time

And it feels like it won't come on
And it takes like you're full of love
Still the time never to pay on
Still the time never to pay on

And it feels like I'm coming home
And it's still like a merry cow
And it feels like it's coming home
And it feels like it's full of love
Still in time is the great release
Something dying will be a great release

Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.

But I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge, but I was there.
I was there.
But I was there.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

I used to work in the record store.
I had everything before anyone.
I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan.
I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes.
I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.
I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra,
Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra,
Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc,

Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force ("just hit me"!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.

You don't know what you really want. <i>[x15]</i>

A beats on repeat beating on me
From every car in the street
It's constant repeat on repeat
Of you paranoid heartbreaking beats
On repeat

It's a fine song on repeat beating on me
With your favorite bed that helps you sleep
And hear comes the news stylish creep
From ever car in the street
On repeat
On repeat
Uh huh
Uh oh
Oh yeah

On repeat
Don't care about any words
What's it really worth
Because they can tell everybody else
What to really want
Then your fucked so
Act like it's for yourself
For insides out
And they
Go and tell everybody else
That we're really great
Just people

Your friends eyes are entranced
Your friends eyes are entranced
They know that it's us
Well life is a compromise
But your beats are half-assed
Streak is beating on me

I love drinking
Weed is helping me sleep

I wish I could complain more
About the rich
But then
All the children
Would learn the streets
Come to every show
Knowing whats there

I wish I could complain more
About the rich
But then
All the children
Would fail at school
Come to every show
Drugged and ...

I wish I could complain more
About the rich
But then
All the children
Would learn the streets

Repeats of beats
On your radio
On your radio
On your radio
On your radio

Beats on repeat
Beating on me
Beats on repeat
Beating on me

Money
Make you feel real good
I always take it more than I know I should
You never give it away for free
You're always stealing a little love from me

but you got to give it up
If you want to live it up
You got to give it up
If you want to live it up

Money
Make you feel real good
You're always taking more than you know you should
You always take it take it take it etc...

Give it up
If you want to live it up
You got to give it up
If you want to live it up
You got to give it up
If you want to live it up
You got to give it up
If you want to live it up

These are the parts of a terrible past
And these are the things we can live without

You got to give it up
If you want to live it up

These are the parts of a terrible past
And these are the things we can live without

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah] (x3)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

Everybody keeps on talking about it... nobody's getting it done
I'm tired, tired, tired now of listening, listening... knowing that the ship's gotta run

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah] (x3)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

[Everybody keeps on pushing and shoving... nobody's, got the guts] (x3)
You owe me ti-ti-time, now they're writing me in... I'm gonna act like I should

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah] (x3)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

[Everybody keeps on listening in... Nobody listening up] (x2)
We've been try-try-trying now to let you in... And, you just got let in by their luck (?)
Everybody keeps on talking about it... nobody's getting it done

Everybody keeps on talking about it... nobody's getting it done
I'm tired, tired, tired now of listening, listening... knowing that the ship's gotta run, just gotta run

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah] (x2)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey] (x6)

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey] (x4)

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah] (x3)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

Everybody keeps on talking about it... nobody's getting it done
I'm tired, tired, tired now of listening, listening... knowing that the ship's gotta run

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah] (x3)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

[Everybody keeps on pushing and shoving... nobody's, got the guts] (x3)
You owe me ti-ti-time, now they're writing me in... I'm gonna act like I should

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah] (x3)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

[Everybody keeps on listening in... Nobody listening up] (x2)
We've been try-try-trying now to let you in... And, you just got let in by their luck (?)
Everybody keeps on talking about it... nobody's getting it done

Everybody keeps on talking about it... nobody's getting it done
I'm tired, tired, tired now of listening, listening... knowing that the ship's gotta run, just gotta run

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah] (x2)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey] (x6)

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey] (x4)

Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
My city's a creep

Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
My city's a creep

Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
My city's a creep

Want we want is what you want
Want we want is what you want
Is free tv
Want you want is what we want
Want you want is what we want
Is a case of the ha ha ha ha's

Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
My city's a creep

Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
My city's a creeper

What we want
What we want
What we want
Is a ha ha ha ha

What we want
What we want
What we want
Is a case of the ha ha ha ha's

Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
My city's a creep

Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
My city's a creeper

You have so much more space
In which to
In which to
Ha ha ha ha

You have so much more time
With which you
With which you
Ha ha ha ha

Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker

Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city is stoned
Your city is stoned
My city's in heat

What we want
Sex with movie stars
What you want
A career in the
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha

What we want
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha

Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
My city's a creep

Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
Your city's a sucker
My city's a creep

Home- home in the late-night
and away- away in the half-life
except Saturday- crushed by the boring
until played and plagued again by the tourists

when once you had believed it
now you see it's sucking you in

to string you along with the pretense
and pave the way for the coming release

alone and prone in the half-light
and late- late to the real-life
if you find a way into the gold rush
you will stay until the morning comes
you can normalize
don't it make you feel alive

Its time to get away, its time to get away from you
Its time to get away, its time to get away from you
You brought a lot of money
But me, I got a tiny tummy
And you, you make me sleep
I try and try
But you're under my knee
And I start to be sensible (if you know what I mean)
And so its time to get away, Its time to get away from you
I'm dying to get away, I'm dying to get away
Next time we'll talk it over
And we can start again
For you, I caught a lot of static
And me, I would like it automatic
Ah-what what what what what did you think would happen next?
Ah-what what what what what could it ever be?
Though its time to get away, its time to get away from you
I'm dying to get away, I'm dying to get away
Next time let's talk about it
And maybe start again
To think I used to pity you
To think I used to pity you, it's true
To think I used to pity you
To think I used to talk to you, it's true
Next time we can talk about it
Or even start again
I couldn't tell you what you wanted
(You know what I'm saying?) I knew you were low man,
But the truth is I was shocked
(Of) power eyes, eyes never lie
Kids, Kids never lie.

Oh oh oh
Oh I don't know, I don't know, oh, where to begin
We are north americans
And for those of you who still think we're from england
We're not, no.
We build our planes and our trains till we think we might die,
Far from North America,
Where the buildings are old and you might have lots of mimes.
Aha, oh, oh.
I hate the feelin' when you're looking at me that way
Cause we're north americans
But if we act all shy, it'll make it ok
Makes it go away.

Oh I don't know, I don't know, oh, where to begin
When we're north american
But in the end we make the same mistakes all over again
Come on north americans

We are north american scum
We're from north america

And all the kids all the kids that want to make the scene
Here in north america
When our young kids get to read it in your magazines
We don't have those
So where's the love where's the love where's the love where's the love where's the love tonight?
But there's no love man there's no love and the kids are uptight
So throw a party till the cops come in and bust it up
Let's go north americans
Oh you were planning it I didn't mean to interrupt
Sorry
I did it once and my parents got pretty upset
Freaked out in north america
But then I said the more I do it the better it gets

Let's rock north america

We are north american scum
We're from north america
We are north american scum
We are north american

New york's the greatest if you get someone to pay the rent
Wahoo north america
And it's the furthest you can live from the government un huh huh
Some proud american christians might disagree
Here in north america
But new york's the only place we're keepin them off the street
Boo boo now we can't have parties like in spain where they go all night
Shut down in north america
Or like berlin where they go another night, alright, un huh un huh

You see I love this place that I have grown to know
Alright, north america.
And yeah, I know you wouldn't touch us with a ten-foot pole
'cause we're north americans.

We are north american scum
We are north americans
We are north american scum
We love north america

Take me back to the states man
North american scum
Where we can be all we want if we really ??
North american
Where the dj gigs are as fun
Here in north american scum
Don't blame the canadians
Let go north america

I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
The little things that made me harassed,
Are gone, in a moment.
I miss the way we used to argue,
Locked, in your basement.
I wake up and the phone is ringing,
Surprised, as it's early.
And that should be the perfect warning,
That something's, a problem.
To tell the truth I saw it coming,
The way, you were breathing.
But nothing can prepare you for it,
The voice, on the other, end.
The worst is all the lovely weather,
I'm sad, it's not raining.
The coffee isn't even bitter,
Because, what's the difference?
There's all the work that needs to be done,
It's late, for revision.
There's all the time and all the planning,
And songs, to be finished.
And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
Till the day it stops
(Repeat x3)
And it keeps coming,
(Repeat x7)
Till the day it stops.
I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
You're smaller than my wife imagined,
Surprised, you were human.
There shouldn't be this ring of silence,
But what, are the options?
When someone great is gone.
(Repeat x8)
We're safe, for the moment.
Saved,
For the moment