Gorillaz - Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez Album Lyrics

Gorillaz - Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez Lyrics

Strange Timez
The Valley of The Pagans
The Lost Chord
Pac-Man
Chalk Tablet Towers
The Pink Phantom
Aries
Friday 13th
Dead Butterflies
Désolé
Momentary Bliss

Strange Timez

[ Featuring Robert Smith ]

Spinnin' around the world at night
Spin around in black and white
Spinnin' around until the Sun comes up
Strange time to see the light

I think I've fallen onto silken thread, my head is spinning
Suspended in a twilight void that keeps on giving
The looping dervish in the lodge is lost within the ringing
Far away I can hear the sound of someone out there singin'
I'm speeding through the forest, strange echoes of Belarus
Where presidents pin badges on disconnected youth
What would you be dreaming of? No horse play, no diving
Cutting glass with scissors, whilst the great leaders reclining
In golden hallways where we spin
The faithful will be silent

Existing or not?
At the same time, spinning

Spinnin' around the world at night (strange times)
Spin in and out of sight
Spinnin' around until the Sun comes up (I helped you feel good)
Strange time to turn it on

Spinning around the world at night
Spin around in black and white
Spinning around until the Sun comes up
Strange time, to see the light

Battle war of the worlds, surgical glove world, bleach thirsty world
I'm twitching in the grimy heat, I think I might be spinning
Here we go on degrading, no horse play, no diving
Cuttin' glass with scissors, whilst the great leaders

Spinnin' around until the Sun comes up
Strange time to turn it on

Spinnin' around the world at night
Spin around in black and white
Spinnin' around until the Sun comes up
Strange time to see the light

Strange time (strange time) to be alive
Strange time (strange time) to be alive

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Writer: Remi Kabaka, Damon Albarn, Robert Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
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The Valley of The Pagans

[ Featuring Beck ]

Welcome to the land of the permanent sun
Where the flowers are melted and the future is fun
The freeway lizards are not feelin' so good
On a one-way trip back to West Hollywood, let's go

I feel so good to have a perfect song
I feel so good to be in total control
I feel so good to have a perfect song
I feel so good to be in total control

There were spotlights flying, through the sky
From a winter wonderland, catching out
The beasts hiding in the clouds, no future, Batman
Not before Christmas, not very likely
One hundred million Viagra tablets
Stored in a warehouse in a valley

I feel so good to have a perfect song (uh huh)
I feel so good to be in total control (uh huh)
I feel so good to have a perfect song (uh huh)
I feel so good to be in total control

It's so convincing, but something's missing
The sun is kissing my face and erasing my doubts
I'm going out with a bang, and the fangs of a parasite
I'm feeling alright
Alright, all night, alright, alright, alright

I'm chasing dreams, etcetera and forever
I hope, said no one

She's a plastic Cleopatra on a throne of ice
She's a hemophiliac
With a dying battery light
Candy-colored fingers and schadenfreude eyes
Thinkin' airbrushed thoughts with a logo on her mind
It's so delightful, it's so insightful
It's so frightful, and I'm feeling it
Every single f*cking day (yay yay yay yay yay)
It's time to party
It's time to party (woo)

In the valley where you wake up every beautiful day
And the world you created in your image is golden
Valley made of mirrors
Oh, the light is so bright
You can feel like a pagan
You can feel like a pagan

In the valley where you wake up every beautiful day
And the world you created in your image is golden
Valley made of mirrors
Oh, the light is so bright
You can feel like a pagan
You can feel like a pagan

In the valley (you can feel like a pagan)
Yeah, I live in the valley
In the valley (you can feel like a pagan)
I heard there's a sauna out in the desert
In the valley (you can feel like a pagan)
Where you can get really transcendental and high key
In the valley (you can feel like a pagan)
I'm on a cleanse
In the valley (you can feel like a pagan)
Yeah, the hot tub is really chill

Can feel like a pagan

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Writer: Damon Albarn, Beck Hansen, Remi Kabaka Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
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The Lost Chord

[ Featuring Leee John ]

I see myself going through the streets
Think I must be dreaming

The lost chord
I want you, you can free me
(The lost chord)

(Take me into the garden)
I see rain's coming down
At this time of year, I'm always in need of
Of silent waves (silent waves)
The pulse on your face

The lost chord
The lost chord
The lost chord (I go harder, harder)
Take me into the garden
The lost chord (the lost chord)
The lost chord
The lost chord (I go harder, harder)

Music in my mind
Break those chains, baby
And I'll finally find myself
Yeah, come on (take me into the garden)
I (the lost chord)
I'm tryna go (oh)

The lost chord
The lost chord
The lost chord (I go harder, harder)
Take me into the garden
The lost chord
The lost chord
The lost chord (I go harder, harder)
Take me into the garden

I've been unhappy (I've been unhappy)
Move me somewhere I can see the sunlight
Take me into the garden
The silent waves (silent waves)
The pulse on your face (oh, lord)

The lost chord (allow me)
The lost chord
The lost chord (I go harder, harder)
Take me into the garden
The lost chord (the lost chord)
The lost chord
The lost chord (I go harder, harder)
Take me into the garden (the lost chord)

Tryna find my way every single day
Tryna find my way
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
Break those chains that bind me
I wanna be free (I wanna be free)
Break those chains, baby
Break those chains that bind me
I wanna be free (wanna be free)

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Writer: Damon Albarn, Remi Kabaka Jr, Leee John
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Pac-Man

[ Featuring Schoolboy Q ]

Alrighty

Let's go

Uh, ah

You can freak me out, you can throw me in the lion pit

You can borrow my hands and tell me I'm not here

I'm a mad Pac-Man, livin' in a leveled world

Everywhere I go, I don't know where I am

You can call me cracked, you can call me mad and stifled

You can hold my hand, sail me into bathing light

Everybody knows, when I was sad, I fell for you

Everywhere I go, I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out

I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out, stressin' out

You can hide your head, you can throw me in the lion pit

You can borrow my days and tell me I'm not blue

Everybody knows, when I was sad, I fell for you

Everywhere I go, I don't know where I am

I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out

I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out

I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out

I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out

I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out

I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out

I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out

I'm stressin' out

Uh, how can I trust truth?

Uh, when I ain't got nothin' to sell

I shattered my thoughts to get out my shell

Uh, why would I hold my tongue to tuck in my tails?

Ayy, can't dream if my ego is broke

The jokes that try to find the answer to nope (uh)

My type of drive, you can't buy this shit

You got a heart but it don't beat like this

I had a spark, then my mind went trip

Create the wave so the vibe all mix

(I'm a mad Pac-Man) Suu

(Livin' in a leveled world)

Yo, I been at the top of the top

Fell from the ceiling before I fail

'Cause I needed to grow, Bruce Lee, royal with the glow

Uh, walked on the edge, f*ck tryna dream in the bed

'Fore I die on these meds, niggas gon' die on the feds

'Fore I make it to jail, prolly put one in the head

F*ck the judge and the prosecutor for hangin' me dead

Plus thirty and still movin', I'm closer to live, right?

Closer to live, right?

All the trauma from past never taught me to fear heights

Normal to fly now, can't be stuck in the red lights

Take flight, the life gon' bloom for the Black Knight

Keep a piece, no Buddhist, got the whole hood boomin'

I'm like a Crip how I stewed it, you on your ass, stuck, stupid

You makin' we look bad, I rock the beat, won't crash

I had to fill my bag, I had to hide my stash

You know the cops' lights flash, I had to clear my dash

I represent my flag, I gave the hood my last

Every full-grown minute, I had to change my image

The brain don't got limits, you think a mill' mean winnin'

Pigs out here skinnin', your soul ain't authentic

You died and still ain't livin'

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Writer: Damon Albarn, Elvin Shahbazian, Joel Mcneill, John Mcneill, John Smythe, Paul Huston, Quincy Hanley, Remi Kabaka
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Exploration Group LLC
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Chalk Tablet Towers

[ Featuring St. Vincent ]

Chalk tablet towers
Like drawing shadows
Chemical distractions
You are not with me
I departed in the spring
To a distant star
But I could not get back
I had gone too far

Oh oh oh oh oh

I wanna get drunk
I wanna get stoned
I wanna give up
I wanna go home

Watching rockets take off
From a parting sea
How will I ever touch you
If you are not with me? (Oh oh oh oh oh)
(Out here) there's only silence
(Out here) no form of contact
(Out here) I am dreaming
Looking into the darkness

Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
(Oh oh oh oh oh)

I won't be back 'til the end of summer
Will you still be there?
I won't give up on you darling
Just tell me that you care
I don't need no trophies
No cell with a view
There's nothing I wouldn't give
One minute with you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
You-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

(You-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(You-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(You-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

You-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
You-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
You-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh oh oh oh oh

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Writer: Damon Albarn, Remi Kabaka Jr, Anne Erin Clark
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Hipgnosis Songs Group
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The Pink Phantom

[ Featuring Elton John, 6lack ]

You've more or less forgotten me this summer
I can't hide my disappointment
I was on my way in the Phantom V
The one you gave away

Try to tell you that I love you but I'm choked up
You forgot and that makes me feel like no one (summer nights)
Were you even really there?
Did you ever really care?
Wait, I got so many examples of all of the good times we had
Long summer nights (summer nights)
Held you a long time, put your name in my rhymes
Refresh your memory of where you wanna be
The Phantom's on the way, she's comin' down the street

I tried to get to Atlanta
On a peach blossom highway
I'm tryin' to put these puzzles out of mind
In a sky made of diamonds
Where the world fell silent
I'll be waiting for you on the other side

Summer lights (everyday, everyday)
Sometimes (ride where the summer goes)
Summer nights
Every night
Summer nights

I tried to say I love you
But you didn't listen (summer nights)
I tried to give you everything you might need (summer nights)
In a sky made of diamonds
And where the world is flawless
I'll be waiting for you on the other side

Of summer lights, summer lights
Hold it in for a long time
Summer lights, seems to me I'm in a dream
Behind these summer lights

The Phantom is coming
You forgot and that makes me feel like no one
She's crossing over the line
Wait, I got so many examples of all of the good times we had
Seems to me I'm in a dream (long summer nights, I loved you a long time)
(Put your name in my rhyme, refresh your memory)
Behind these summer lights
(Of where you wanna be, the Phantom's on the way)
(She's comin' down the street)
Sometimes

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Writer: Damon Albarn, Remi Kabaka, Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
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Aries

[ Featuring Peter Hook, Georgia ]

Aries

I'm looking out at a volcano
Trying to read the world today and see where you're at
I'll never do that
I'm a model that is uncomplicated
You can play a happy tune on me, but don't turn me off
'Cause then I am silenced

I'm standing on a beach in the distance
And even though you're far away, can you see my red light?
It's waiting to turn green
'Cause I feel so isolated without you
I can't play a happy tune on my own, so stay by my side
High on the tide

High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide
High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide, high
And it feels like I'm falling in, again
High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide
High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide, high
Feels like I'm falling in, again

I'm a model that is uncomplicated
You can play a happy tune on me, but don't turn me off
'Cause then I am silenced

High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide
High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide, high
And it feels like I'm falling in, again
High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide
High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide, high
Feels like I'm falling in, again

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Writer: Damon Albarn, Peter Hook, Remi Kabaka, Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
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Friday 13th

[ Featuring Octavian ]

I been drinkin' and smokin' too much, that shit damages
Gimme a lot, I can do it myself, I can manage it
Two Xans, I gotta leave, and you know how it is
You and me, we can take on the world, we can be savages

I call my dealer, said, "Share the white with all of us" (light)
I told him, "We've been so nice, don't turn on us" (don't turn on us)
Is it funny how the times flies by (flies by) so fast?
If we do all of these lines, we go up

(Oh) and if I look into your eyes, I can realize (oh)
I can realize, oh (I can realize)

F*ck, I meant to just rhyme to this (rap to this)
(Ayy) ayy, go hard as shit man

It's definitely goin' down (down)
Find a pagan on the strip, spin him 'round (spin him 'round)
Big man talkin' shit 'til we pin him down (pin him down)
Big man talkin' shit 'til we lick him down (until I lick him down)
Far enough, I'ma spin it 'round
Put the big, in your belly then spin it 'round (spin it 'round)
You can ask Kembo if I been about
Free him out (free him out), I don't need to get the pictures out

I call my dealer, said, "Share the white with all of us"
I told him, "We've been so nice, don't turn on us" (don't turn on us)
Is it funny how the times flies by (flies by) so fast?
If we do all of these lines, we go up

(Oh) and if I look into your eyes, I can realize (oh)

You know that we can be immortal, immortal
Are you loyal? Yeah (oh, immortal)
I'm just prayin' that she loyal, is she loyal? Yeah
We coil, yeah (is she loyal)
I don't talk too much, man
Have they got mine?
Cryin' out finally, and a little mercy (oh)
I don't talk too much, man
I came out silent
Came out silent
Came out silent
Came out silent

Oh, it's a beautiful day (is she loyal?)
Oh, it's a beautiful day (is she loyal? Is she loyal?)
Oh, it's a beautiful day (immortal, immortal)
(Oh, it's a beautiful day) I don't talk too much, man
Have they got mine?
Cryin' out finally, and a little mercy
I don't talk too much, man
Came out silent (immortal)

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Writer: Damon Albarn, Octavian Oliver Godji, Remi Kabaka Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
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Dead Butterflies

[ Featuring Kano, Roxani Arias ]

(Mike WiLL Made-It)

I was supposed to
Bow down with you
What can I be praying for?
There's nothing in this fire
(Can we, can we just loop that last piano part for a bit?)
Bow down with you
What can I be praying for?
There's nothing in this fire

When was I supposed to
Bow down with you
What can I be praying for
If no one in this world, like you?

We are dead butterflies
Laid out on a sprung floor
Waiting for the low tide
To pick us up and fly (fly, fly)
We are dead butterflies

I'm all in, let me you know what you're thinking
Catch feels, wind down while we figure this out
Right now
Deja que fluya pa no perder el control
No queda de otra, vamos a estar en lo mismo
Estoy dispuesta a darte todo el cariño

Two-stepping while I move reckless
New settings, booze and nudes pending
Loose evidence and news trending
Effortlessly truth-bending, who's treacherous?
Searching for feelings of a new friendship
There's but a few endings
Everyone's a winner 'til you lose bredrin
Old time when we used to hold tight
Levitate to Most High and f*ck up the whole skyline
Bright lights, I hope that feeling can replenish
Regretful 'cause if I let you left me then I'll be rush rouletting
With a whole full clip in, pow
Cashmere drippage now
And memories lift me up
But still a man's tears dripping down
On to these photographs of what we used to be
But over time that puddle turns into a sea
But when I observed you cry a stream
I was just surfing on your grief
That hurt I can't delete, just come to terms with who is me
But who are we?
These mirrors don't reflect perfection
Just put on your crep selection
Come and two-step to heaven with me

We are dead butterflies
Laid out on a sprung floor
Waiting for the low tide
To pick us up and fly (fly, fly)
'Cause if it's not me then
Who's it gonna be, baby
If it's not us
There's nothing in this world for me

We are dead butterflies
Dancing on a sprung floor now
Waiting for the low tide
To pick us up and fly (fly, fly)
When was I supposed to
Bow down with you
What can I be praying for
If no one in this world, like you?

We are dead butterflies

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Writer: Damon Albarn, Remi Kabaka Jr, Kane Brett Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Désolé

[ Featuring Fatoumata Diawara ]

Ayy
Ayy, ah

Désolé
Désolé, contraband
Désolé
I'm a long way from land
Désolé
I don't know what to do
Désolé, désolé
Try to hold on to you

Désolé, désolé,
Ko teriya mana diya
Désolé, a kana ma lamè
Désolé, désolé, désolé
Désolé, désolé, a kana ma lamè

Désolé, désolé compliqué
Désolé, I don't know what to say anymore
Désolé, while everyone on the move
Désolé, désolé, I'm trying to hold on to you

Désolé, désolé
Ko teriya mana diya
Désolé, a kana ma lamè
Désolé, désolé, désolé
Désolé, désolé, a kana ma lamé
Désolé
Désolé

Désolé
Désolé contraband
Désolé, c'est une longue file d'attente
Désolé, tous mes phantoms sans bleu
Désolé, désolé, I'm trying to hold on to you

Désolé (désolé, désolé, ah)
Désolé (the day I left, the day I left, ah)
Désolé (désolé, désolé, ah)
Désolé, désolé (ah, yeah, yeah)

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Writer: Damon Albarn, Fatoumata Diawara, James Ellis Ford, Remi Kabaka
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Momentary Bliss

[ Featuring Slowthai, Slaves ]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Momentary bliss

We could do so much better than this
Mausoleum faces and momentary bliss
We could do so much better than this
Oh, Rita, oh, Rita

(Lovely Rita, meter maid)

Lovely Rita, meter maid

Your potential, you lack credentials
And you are special, so f*cking special (Rita)
Oh, how you need it, oh how you're needed
And you keep squeezing the tube from the middle (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You part the seas, but your arches, they ain't golden (ah)
And you was gagging for some gags and now you're rolling (woo)
Best you shut your trap and keep it hush (hush)
On another note, compliments make me blush
There's a hole in your pocket, so you cannot find the change
Cavern of your mind, you say you're patterned
You pull your strings and you jump, hold your mouth and you say (ah, ah, ah)
"What was scripted, the day before it happened?"
We all give applause when people open doors
But on the way out it did your back in
See, everything in life ain't silver and gold
But mining for metal gave you platinum

It makes me sick to think you ain't happy in your skin
It's wearing thin to think light bulb don't blink
Just flickers, so dim, then it pops and withers
You're a Turkey Twizzler, you deserve school dinners
Makes me sick

Poster boy (ayy)
Poster girl (Rita)
Truth, the bills (the bills)
Must be paid (yeah, yeah, alright)
Poster boy (yeah, alright)
Poster girl (ah, that's time)

In truth, the bills, they must be paid (uh-huh)
And what is left is sodden cake, typical
All you need to change your face
You're getting sold, you're such a waste
You know, we could do so much better than this
Swimming in pools of momentary bliss
Where you gotta bite the bounty 'cause everybody taking it
Meanwhile you keep on adding
How big you gonna grow?

It makes me sick to think you ain't happy in your skin
It's wearing thin to think light bulb don't blink
Just flickers, so dim, then it pops and withers
You're a Turkey Twizzler, you deserve school dinners
It makes me sick to think you ain't happy in your skin
It's wearing thin to think light bulb don't blink
Just flickers, so dim, then it pops and withers
You're a Turkey Twizzler, you deserve school dinners
Makes me sick

We could do so much better than this
Mausoleum faces and momentary bliss
We could do so much better than this
Oh, Rita, oh, Rita
We could do so much better than this
Perfect little pictures of moments that we missed
We could do so much better than this
Oh, Rita, oh, Rita

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Writer: Damon Albarn, Isaac Holman, Laurie Vincent, Mike Dean, Remi Kabaka, Tyron Frampton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez Info:

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Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez is the seventh studio album by British virtual band Gorillaz, released on 23 October 2020 via Parlophone and Warner Records. The album was released as the culmination of Gorillaz' Song Machine project, a web series consisting of a collection of singles and music videos, dubbed "episodes" each featuring different guest artists.

The album marked the return of the character Murdoc Niccals in promotional material, after his absence from The Now Now in 2018. The record received positive reviews from music critics.

Performed By: Gorillaz
Genre(s): Alternative rock, hip hop, electronic
Producer(s): Gorillaz, Remi Kabaka Jr.
Length: 42:55
Released: October 23rd, 2020
Year: 2020

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