Massive Attack . . .The Prodigy

¤  Massive Attack

The pioneering force behind the rise of trip-hop, Massive Attack were among the most innovative and influential groups of their generation; their hypnotic sound — a darkly sensual and cinematic fusion of hip-hop rhythms, soulful melodies, dub grooves, and choice samples — set the pace for much of the dance music to emerge throughout the 1990s, paving the way for such acclaimed artists as Portishead, Sneaker Pimps, Beth Orton, and Tricky, himself a Massive Attack alumnus.

   ∇    ‘Karmacoma’  ↓

[Tricky]  – You sure you want to be with me

I’ve nothing to give
Won’t lie and say this lovin’s best
Leave us in emotional peace
Take a walk, taste the rest  –  No, take a rest

 

[3D]  – I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood

You’re crazy but you’re lazy  –  No need to live in a lean-to
Your troubles must be seen to seen to
Money like it’s paper with faces i remember
I drink on a daily basis though it seldom cools my temper – It never cools my temper

 

[Tricky]  –  Walking through the suburbs though not exactly lovers

You’re a couple, ‘specially when your body’s doubled
Duplicate, then you wait for the next kuwait

 

(both)  –  Karmacoma, jamaica’ aroma  .  .  .  (x4)

 

[3D]  –  You sure you want to be with me i’ve nothing to give

Take a walk take a rest taste the rest – Take a walk take a rest taste the rest . . . 

[Tricky]  –  Don’t want to be on top of your list

Phenomenally and properly kissed
We overcome in sixty seconds  with the strength we have to together
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed
When there’s trust there’ll be treats
And when we funk we’ll hear beats

 

(both)  –  Karmacoma, jamaica’ aroma   .  .  .  (x4)

 

[3D]  –  Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate  –  I must be crazy, see i’m swazy

Digging a hole in your neighborhood  –  You’re crazy but you’re lazy, must be lazy 

[Tricky]  – Don’t wanna on top of your list – Monopoly and properly kissed

 

[3D]  –  Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate – My baby  

Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate

I must be crazy, you must be lazy

 

(both)  –  Karmacoma, what?,  jamaica aroma   .  .  .  (x4) 

•→  ‘Ritual Spirit’  ⇐

Who’ll mend this broke beat star
Who’s strength do I speak of
Climbing deep burning
Climbing deeper – Kinda deep burning

Who’s words that I spoke now storm
I keep it turning
It’s Climbing deep burning
Climbing deeper – Kinda deeper …

∇  Massive Attack, Tricky & 3D  ⇓   ‘Take It There’  [2016]

Lots to lose where users use
Skinny don’t fuss it kills place
Rub it down again where the pain still sticks on the grey licks
Sticking out your tongue it’s a hot red crack suck it in

Out there, it’s heavy though
I play my voice, yeah, it’s slim
I need a fix, you call the tricks
I’m the man, to hear the tune
We collide, I concentrate
She’s with me, we share the pain
Treat the girl like licorice
She’s so soft and ticklish

Take you there, and take your time …
Take you there, you’ll lose you mind

Take you there, and take your time …
Take you there, you’ll lose you mind

My coordinates it could be any voice cracks (Lots to lose where users use)
Slipped down your footsteps all my boys roll my slip jobs wet (Lots to lose where users use)
Slip job and insurgency make the world safe for you and me

Got simple plans for special ways
Got push to get for lonely days
Needs are met, trees are bloom
I’m the one to hear the tune
I meet you there, meet you soon
I meet you there, give you breath
Take you there

Take you there, and take your time …
Take you there, you’ll lose you mind
. . .

∇   ‘Voodoo In My Blood’   ⇓

[Young Fathers:]
Voodoo in my blood is living
Blood take I’m chillin’
Chill me got the soul of a mimic
It’s not quite right, you must be silly
Sign of the wars is my grinning
Come in to my time and see me
Suck it to me suck it to me timid

[Chorus:]
I’m yours I’m yours
Why does the blood never stick to your teeth
Momma stop giving me grief
Why does the blood always stick to your teeth
Momma stop giving me grief

[Massive Attack:]
Barely barely grieving
Keep the front door open
Wipe that cheeky grin and come on down
Barely barely grieving
Keep the front door open
Wipe that cheeky grin and come on down

[Young Fathers:]
Voodoo in my blood is living
Blood take I’m chillin’
Chill me got the soul of a mimic
It’s not quite right, you must be silly
Sign of the wars is my grinning
Come in to my time and see me
Suck it to me suck it to me timid

[Chorus – Young Fathers:]
I’m yours I’m yours
Why does the blood never stick to your teeth
Momma stop giving me grief
Why does the blood always stick to your teeth
Momma stop giving me grief
Why does the blood always stick to your teeth
Momma stop giving me grief
Why does the blood always stick to your teeth
Momma stop giving me grief

[Massive Attack:]
Barely barely grieving
Keep the front door open
Wipe that cheeky grin and come on down
Barely barely grieving
Keep the front door open
Wipe that cheeky grin and come on down

                                         

[Tracy Thorn]

This girl I know needs some shelter
She don’t believe anyone can help her
She’s doing so much harm, doing so much damage
But you don’t want to get involved
You tell her she can manage
And you can’t change the way she feels
But you could put your arms around her 

I know you want to live yourself
But could you forgive yourself  if you left her just the way you found her 

I stand in front of you  –  I’ll take the force of the blow  – Protection . . .

 

You’re a boy and i’m a girl  But you know you can lean on me 

And I don’t have no fear  –  I’ll take on any man here
Who says that’s not the way it should be 

I stand in front of you  –  I’ll take the force of the blow  –  Protection . . .

She’s a girl and you’re a boy
Sometimes you look so small, look so small
You’ve got a baby of your own
When your baby’s grown, she’ll be the one
To catch you when you fall 

I stand in front of you – I’ll take the force of the blow – Protection . . .

You’re a girl and i’m a boy . . . (x4) 

 

Sometimes you look so small, need some shelter
Just runnin’ round and round, helter skelter
And I’ve leaned on me  – Now you can lean on me
And that’s more than love, that’s the way it should be
Now I can’t change the way you think – But I can put my arms around you
That’s just part of the deal  – That’s the way I feel
I put my arms around you 

I stand in front of you  –  I’ll take the force of the blow  –  Protection  .  .  . 

You’re a boy and i’m a girl   .  .  .   (x4)

♦  ‘Sly’  ↓

[Nicolette]

I try to believe what i feel these days
It makes life much easier for me
It’s hard to decide what is real these days
When things look so dizzy to me

 

I already know my children’s children’s faces
Voices that i’ve heard before
There’s always more  –  There’s always more

 

Wandering leaving the sea behind
To my home which everybody owns
Wandering, wandering
Where we can do what we please
Wandering

 

I feel like a thousand years have passed
I’m younger than i used to be
I feel like the world is my home at last
I know everyone that i meet

Somewhere in the music i can hear the bells
I heard a thousand years before
There’s always more  –  There’s always more

 

Wandering is this there all there is
Since i was since I began to be
Wandering, wandering
Where we can do what we please
Wandering

◊  ‘I Against I’  ↓  feat. Mos Def

 .  .  .  &  three gorgeous dancers:  Jessica Biel,  Lindsay Lohan & Natalie Portman 

In city shoes  of clueless blues  pays the views  and no-mans news
Blades will fade from blood to sport – The heroin’s cut these fuses short
Smokers rode a colonial pig – drink and frame this pain I think
I’m melting silver poles my dear – You bleed your wings and then disappear
The moving scenes and pilot lights – Smithereens have got ‘em scaling heights
Modern times come talk me down  And battle lines are drawn across this town

Parisian boys without your names – Ghetto stones instead of chains
Talk ‘em down cause it’s up in flames – And nothing’s changed

Parisian boys without your names  riot like 1968 again
The days of rage yeah nothing’s changed – Well pretty flames

In school I would just bite my tongue  And now your words they strike me down
The flags are false and they contradict – They point and click which wounds to lick
On avenues this Christian breeze turns its heart to more needles please
Our eyes will roll back and we’ll beg for more – It frays this skin and then underscore
The case for war you spin and bleed – The sales you feel screensavers feed
The girls you breed the soaps that you write – The graceless charm of your gutter snipes
The moving scenes and suburbanites and smithereens got ‘em scaling heights
Modern times come talk me down – The battle lines are drawn across this town
English boys without your names – Ghetto stones instead of chains
Hearts and minds and U.S. planes  –  Nothing’s changed

And English boys without your names riot like the 1980’s again
The days of rage yeah nothing’s changed  –  More pretty flames

÷          ÷                  ÷          ÷

◊  THE PRODIGY  ↓  ‘Poison’

◊  ‘Firestarter’  ↓

I’m the trouble starter, punkin’ instigator
I’m the fear addicted, danger illustrated

I’m a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You’re the firestarter, twisted firestarter
I’m a firestarter, twisted firestarter

I’m the bitch you hated, filth infatuated – yeah
I’m the pain you tasted, well intoxicated

I’m a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You’re the firestarter, twisted firestarter

I’m the self inflicted, mind detonator – yeah
I’m the one infected, twisted animator

I’m a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You’re the firestarter, twisted firestarter
I’m a firestarter, twisted firestarter

◊  ‘Voodoo People’  ↓

Magic people, voodoo people.
The voodoo, who-do-what-you-don’t-dare-do people.
Voodoo!
The voodoo, who-do-what-you-don’t-dare-do people…

∇ . . .  India  2011 . . . ↓

⇓  ‘Narayan’

If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone.
You’re breaking free and the morning’s come.
If you would know your time has come…
… I feel it…
I feel another energy … I feel a power growing …
Om-nama-narayan-a . . . 
I feel it
Omdama narayan a

I feel another energy
I feel another energy – I feel a power growing

◊→  ‘Smack My Bitch Up‘   ↓

Change my pitch up – Smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up – Smack my bitch up

Change my pitch up – Smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up – Smack my bitch up

Smack my bitch up – Smack my bitch up

Change my pitch up – Smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up – Smack my bitch up

∇   ‘Spitfire’  ↓

If I was in World War Two they’d call me spitfire …
If I was in World War Two they’d call me spit. Fire …
Fire
Cause you know that I can
Fire

↓  ‘Their law’

What we’re dealing with here is a total lack of respect for the law.
I’m the law and you can’t beat the law
… Fuck ‘em and their law
Crack down at sundown

∇   ‘No Good (Start The Dance)’  ⇓

Come on, who can, who can, can hear the bass drum?
. . .

You’re no good for me, I don’t need nobody
Don’t need no one, that’s no good for me
.  .  .

◊  Warrior’s Dance  ↓

Come with me to the dance floor
You and me, ‘cause that´s what it´s for
Show me now what is it
We got to be doing
And the music in the house . . . And the music in the house is so…
Do it! – Do it! – Do it! – Do it!

•→ ‘Charly’  ⇐ 

♦  Medusa’s Path  ⇓

♦  Live in Rock am Ring 2013  ↓

00:12 – Breathe

Breathe with me! Breathe the pressure, Come play my game I’ll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure, Come play my game I’ll test ya.
Psycho, somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game. Inhale, inhale, you’re the victim.
Come play my game. Exhale, exhale, exhale . . .

05:50 – Omen

It’s an omen – It’s an omen – It’s an omen
Now the writing’s on a wall – It won’t go away
It’s an omen – You just run out of automation
Now the writing’s on a wall – It won’t go away
It’s an omen – It’s an omen – It’s an omen . . .

09:40 – Poison

I got the poison, I got the remedy
I got the pulsating rhytmical remedy
I got the poison, I got the remedy
I got the pressure, the pressure

∇   ‘The Day Is My Enemy’  ⇓  [2015]

∇    ‘Nasty’    ⇓     [2015]

So raw!

Nasty, nasty
Triple X rated
Nasty, nasty
Justice, a waste-pit
Nasty, nasty
Deeper in the dirt
Nasty, nasty
Making bodies hurt . . .

Deep down!  Deep down!
Deeper down!

So raw!  So nasty!
So raw!

∇   ‘Wild Frontier’   ⇓