Gorillaz si-au unit fortele cu James Murphy de la LCD Soundsystem si cu Andre3000 de la Outkast si au realizat cea mai noua melodie din campania “3 Artists. 1 Song”, a celor de la Converse.
“DoYaThing” promoveaza noua editie limitata de tenesi Converse, realizata chiar de Chuck Taylor de la Gorillaz.
Clipul este dubios de misto si contine, evident, “plasare de produse” Converse. Piesa “DoYaThing” este un mix excelent dintre stilurile celor trei artisti care te face sa te gandesti oare de ce n-au colaborat si pana acum.
Pe mine piesa asta ma duce cu gandul la vara, mare si-alte nebunii d-astea.
“DoYaTing” este disponibila pentru download gratuit de pe site-ul Converse sau direct din magazine, folosind un QR-code special (la noi in tara nu stiu daca e posibil acest lucru). Tot la ei pe site gasiti si un making of de la “filmari” si mai multe detalii despre noua colectie de tenesi.
Piesa are si o varianta extended de 13 minute, pe care o puteti asculta aici, iar mai jos sunt versurile, evident.
[spoiler title=”Gorillaz – DoYaTing (versuri/lyrics)”]
Gorillaz – DoYaTing
– versuri/lyrics –
I’m a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie
I’m the light in the mall when the power is gone
A shadow in a corner
Just playin’ along!
I’m gonna lay in my bed, I’m rolling ašide
But if a get a car
A moment to ride
Because I know if I ever tear living with you
You’ve got a holding chain
And you don’t know what to do!
You’d stop!
You wanna do it
But you don’t know what you doin’ baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You wanna feel it,
But you don’t know what you’re feeling tonight!
And if you’re thinking
And I don’t know what you’re thinking baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You go on thinking
And you gonna make it alright!
I’m in Prada boy…
I’m a late… not a heart in…
I got Saturday night, enough’š been said
If I ever had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldn’t care
I’d just get down, I’m loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the mesšage is free
And there’s a fire, a ray and out in the Sun
And if you can’t partake, you get ‘em alive
You get a heart
You wanna do it
But you don’t know what you doin’ baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You wanna feel it,
But you don’t know what you’re feeling tonight!
And if you’re thinking
And I don’t know what you’re thinking baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You go on thinking
And you gonna make it alright!
Every time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn’t it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don’t care
But it’s true, you do, nothing iš left
So I guess I’m right!
New word, onomatopoeia boom
Quit acting like you don’t wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like Lea
Get glocced in the club, make ya really wanna leave me-a-lone.
Get off and gone, gone
OK, OK, OK back to the happy song
Rap ain’t nuttin’ but the art talking ish
My girl look pretty up there, right here
My plaid pantš, my solid future
Asinine ass, and a glorious cooch-er
I’m an outcast, but you’re into me
Summer got mad cause Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on bloop de bloop
Get duked, got get duked, duked
Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof
Like a chimney, I commend me
How come it be, some lame, man
Nigga talkin’ ’bout “Aww, he don’t rap enough”
But y’all rap a lot and I’m like “Wrap it up, hoe”
Me and Scarface, me and Willaby
Me and butchery, they ain’t killing me
Better play wit’ yo ma’fuckin’ mama,
Bet you still stay wi’ yo ma’fuckin’ mama
Keep sleeping, Ima rock my pijamas
In the day time I swear, I promise
How come blacks don’t play baseball?
Y’all white, know y’all can taste all this fly shit
I stay finna take off
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
U ain fresh squeezed juice, nigga you that tang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane
Bet it up, head-er up, a lava language, and the vocals volcanic
If it ain’t fix, don’t broke it, don’t panic
If it ain’t hits, it ain’t shit, it’s shit damn it
If it ain’t this, it ain’t dope, it don’t flush
If it ain’t hip, it don’t hop, well then hush
Man, they sound like…
Man, they štole yo…
Man, they look like…
Nope it ain’t us.
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
U ain fresh squeezed juice, nigga you that tang
Every time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn’t it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don’t care (I don’t care)
But it’s true, you do, nothing iš left
So I guess I’m right!
Flip the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, I’ve got no patience!
Oh, it’s all a part of the process (Okay, okay)
Nothin’s new, it’s true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you’re right!
[/spoiler]