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Assembly of Dust (Reid Genauer) · Dust to Dust (Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich) · Dust to Dust (Dust to Dust) · Dust to Dust (Prime Minister Pete Nice) · Dust to Dust (Dust to Dust) · Dust the Dust (Ghost Town Blues Band) · Real Real Real (Jesus Jones) · No Assembly Required (Pieces of a Dream) · Riotous Assembly (Billy Connolly) · No Assembly Required (Pieces of a Dream) – and 90 other albums »


are building up a new world
Do not sit idly by
Do not remain neutral
Do not rely on this broadcast, alone
We are only as strong as our signal
There is
The moon is rising through the dust
A new horizon see her touch
Down to Earth flames are breathing
Like volcanoes

Strobes are flashing, needles
And it plays a mean Rhythm Master,
It makes excuses for unwanted lipstick on your collar
And it's only a dollar, step right up, it's only a dollar, step
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
Ah Freak out! Le Freak, c'est Chic

Have you heard about the new dance craze?
Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed
Big fun to be had by everyone
the Rasta, reggae rhythms, her dreams have changed somehow

[Chorus]

Her toes dig deep and deeper in the sand
She's seduced by the sunsets and her new
head spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the ride
Come on along and have a real good time
Like the days of stopping at the Savoy
Now we freak,
Barbed wire fence carving out a hillside, cutting holes in the midday sun
Like a postcard framed in a windshield covered in dust
I love the rhythm
head spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the ride
Come on along and have a real good time
Like the days of stopping at the Savoy
Now we freak,
Hip-hop is the fave we been diggin' it for years

Funk, rhythm psychedelic money
Studied my lessons got vision 20/20
Check out the glow they need it
These new school cats is classless, influenced by rap shit 
Front money, but hustle backwards 
I break bread with broads that got they masters 
And hypes
By The Eastern Sword, Northern Famine, Carried By Darkness But Slave To The Scales, A New Truth Of Southern Pale

And The Rythm Of War, Shall Enchant
To finally find herself in a place so warm and real

She wears a Red Sox cap
To hide her baby dreads
The girl she was in New England
Is different now
you feel no pain inside your brain
All your worries are soothed by the sound effects
Read it in the Post and the Daily News
Listen everybody lets
to the sky
Higher and higher
Fueled by the winds of change
Sweet taste of freedom
Fresh on the tips of our tongues
And the dust of the past is all that
spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the ride
Come on along and have a real good time
Like the days of stopping at the Savoy
Now they freak, oh
spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the ride
Come on along and have a real good time
Like the days of stopping at the Savoy
Now they freak, oh
To finally find herself in a place, so warm and real

She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads
The girl she was in New England, is different now
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar

If it's
spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the ride
Come on along and have a real good time
Like the days of stopping at the Savoy
Now they freak, oh
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
she got the news
Hell, I don't know who she'll miss more, you or me
No, it didn't feel real, no not 'til now
Behind this long black Lincoln in our
When I pull my hat down low
Then I know it's time to throw
On a funky rhythm so I flow
Now here we go
Follow me follow me follow me down the line
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio