Lyrics Echo Chamber - Beats International
King
Tubby
died
today,
Struck
down
by
a
careless
cliche.
The
Hitman
had
to
say
it
was
an
error,
He
was
aiming
for
the
airplay.
Is
there
hope,
in
being
ahead
of
our
time?
Brother
can
you
spare
me
a
bassline?
How
come
you've
got
pre-pubescents
fainting,
When
Van
Gogh
died
before
he
sold
a
painting.*
Now
time
keeps
on
slipping,
And
we're
to
blame.
While
the
pioneers
are
starving
in
J.A.
So
we
spied
like
a
fly
on
the
wall,
Deep
within
the
halls
of
the
record
companies.
And
they
know
it
is
poor,
But
what
the
hell,
it's
going
to
get
"A"
listed.
Now
we've
hit
on
24
tracks,
Before
the
ink
is
dry
upon
the
contracts.
We've
a
dream
of
Marx
& Lenin,
Drowning
in
a
sea
of
snow-washed
denim.
Why
should
the
masters
innovate,
When
every
time
we
come
along
& rob
them?
And
well
may
you
shrug
& renovate,
If
you're
not
part
of
the
solution,
You're
part
of
the
problem.
* N.B.
He
did
actually
sell
one.
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