Vārdi: Stereolab. Chemical Chords. Ecstatic Static.

The pimp's going 'round
Extinguishing the flame
Digging the tranches in which to bury hearts

The dim and cold climate of awareness
Where the reptiles thrive
And people are made to walk the streets

This beat, the purpose
In my heart generates infinite energy

Well, this beat, the purpose
In my heart generates infinite energy
There's nothing to worry
Share the immensity

He went 'round
Switching the people's heart's off
Promising to deal with reality

We bought it
Because everything seemed
More bearable than immensity