뉴욕 인디 씬의 중요한 위치를 차지하고 있는 그룹 Rapture의 2006년 3집 앨범 [Pieces Of The People We Love]!!! 80년대 풍미했던 Post-Punk에 현재 트랜드화된 댄스록을 접목한 화려한 사운드로 인디록팬들을 매료시키고 있다. 올 가을 영국을 중심으로 유럽지역에서 크게 히트했던 댄스펑크 넘버 "Get Myself Into It"를 비롯 "Whoo! Alright - Yeah...Uh Huh," "First Gear"등 총 10곡 수록! .... ....
High... High ask they sky. Low... low as it goes. Purple dragons fly into your eyes. Milkshake shimmy cry and cry and cry. You're gonna don gon do it. You're gonna make me cry. You're gonna don gon do it. You're gonna make me fly. You're gonna gon don do it. You're gonna make me cry. You're gonna gon don do it You're gonna make me fly. High... High as the sky. Low... low as it goes. Words that cut, slash, rip and hypnotize... why'd you say those things, why'd you lie? You're gonna don gon do it. You're gonna make me cry. You're gonna don gon do it. You're gonna make me fly. You're gonna gon don do it. You're gonna make me cry. You're gonna gon don do it You're gonna make me fly. Hiiiiiigh.... Hiiiiiigh. Knobs, knobs to turn. Love, love that burns. Paint over this broken hearted life. You are so fucked up... I wish you'd die. You're gonna don gon do it. You're gonna make me cry. You're gonna don gon do it. You're gonna make me fly. You're gonna gon don do it. You're gonna make me cry. You're gonna gon don do it You're gonna make me fly. Hiiiiigh.... Hiiiiiigh
Holiday. Get away. I feel funny. Children's money.
Gonna get myself into it. Gonna get myself into it. Gonna get myself into it. Why not help me do it? Gonna get my**self into it. Gonna get myself into it. Gonna get myself into it. Why not help me do it?
Hey! Hey! Hey! HEY!
Don't be late... at God's gate. Don't talk shit... out with it!
Gonna get myself into it. Gonna get myself into it. Gonna get myself into it. Why not help me do it? Gonna get myself into it. Gonna get myself into it. Gonna get myself into it. Why not help me do it?
It's the chance of a lifetime. It's the chance of a lifetime. It's the chance of a lifetime. It's the chance of a lifetime.
On the train.. feels insane. What the fu**k? Just bad luck.
Gonna get myself into it. Gonna get myself into it. Gonna get myself into it. Why not help me do it? Gonna get myself into it. Gonna get myself into it. Gonna get myself into it. Why not help me do it?
Don't you tell me that I'm fine... Cause I'll show you that you're blind. Don't you tell me that I'm fine... Cause I'll show you that you're blind
Whatever's dangerous to you you plunge yourself into sometimes a man can't know his pain til someone probes the wound and satisfies his mind and when you make up your own rules with no regard for what you lost you make mistakes of youth i hear her calling me i hear her calling me i hear her calling me i hear her calling me you're not a prince you are a son you're not the only one you see before your eyes and when you take up too much space put a frown upon my face don't believe your own lies my anger left without a trace leaving me with bitter taste i had lost so much time i hear her calling me i hear her calling me i hear her calling me i hear her calling me yoo-hoo, ahhh you-hoo, ahhh i hear her calling me i hear her calling me
Because a cynic told me The best is yet to come The day we all die on our backs Out in the sun And now the dawn time shadows haunt my every thought I've been lost in blind drunk photo phobia I've been searching so long Then an anylyst said, "Why fret finality?" Cos, looking up, Ain't nothing looking down on me And if the man upstairs Don't care what's going on Then we can find out for ourselves What's right and wrong I've been searching so long I'm coming around I'm coming around I'm coming around I'm coming around I'm coming around I've been searching so long I've been searching so long Cos we can do it for ourselves [la la la] We can do it for ourselves [la la la] We can do it for ourselves [la la la] I've been searching so long I've been searching so long I've been searching so long
Gimme the sound and I'll make sure you're a hit son. Gimme the sound of the young men plaguing the day.
A come oooooooon... ow. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh-oh-oh.
I can relate--did I tell you I was a DJ? I used to follow the Mondays back in the day. Tell me, have you ever thought about writing in Scotland? I know a big time producer-man out in LA.
You've been to college, you know the score. The world is waiting for that knock at the door. You need a ticket? You need a ride? Give us a marvel, you'll have two on the side. Three car commercial, 4 on the floor... Just go through last year's trash and give us some more. Things didn't work out the last time around, but just give us a moment and gimme the sound.
A come oooooooon... ow. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh-oh-oh.
This one's to measured, the one's too lite. Too esoteric for a Saturday nite. Maybe a cover? (Tiga you whore) Maybe we get Paul Epworth runnin' the board? It's just those tan brown creepers man how they lie, It's just those tan brown creepers trying to get inside, uh huh.
Come on and give it to me--all the things you want to. Come on and give it to me--all the things you can. Come on and give it to me--I know you want to. Come on and give it to me--all the things you can. Come on and give it to me--all the things you want to. Come on and give it to me... all of the things you can.