March 5, 2002

• Addicted to Bass
  
  I gottwo pale hands up against the window pane
  I'm shaking with the heat of my need again
  It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
  There's nothing I can do to revert the gain
  I'm looking down to the street below
  There's nothing in the way they move to show
  That they too, know what I knew
  They too hunger for the beast below
  

  
  

  Listening to the radio I feel so out of place
  There's a certain something missing that the treble can't erase
  I know you can tell just by looking at my face
  A word about my weakness
  I'm totally addicted to bass
  
  There's nothing I can do to be cool
  I can't sleep till I've had my fuel
  It frustrates if I am deprived
  A hunger that grates from deep inside
  I feel like I'm doing time
  Imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime
  In my mind I must overcome the need to define
  The solitary silence of a faceless crime
  
  Standing by the stereo I'm feeling so alone
  My back against a speaker and I'm moving on my own
  Surrounded by so many and they're staring at my face
  a word about my weakness
  I'm totally addicted to bass.
  
  Your bassline is shooting up my spine
  Your bassline has got me feeling fine
  It's filling up my mind
  
  Sunrise at my window, I look down on the street
  People I see everywhere are tapping their feet,
  Suddenly I realise in a look that I was wrong
  Everybody's groovin to their own song
  Down at the scene below
  There's something in the way they move to show
  They too, know what I know
  They too hunger for the beast below
  
  Rhythm's washing over me to wash away my fears
  the backbeat of humanity sweetens my tears
  there's somethign that's connected us down throughout the years
  no need to feel so lonely, everyone's addicted to bass.
  
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