two blokes and a double bass

sing the song celestial man

shake the thing your mother gave ya!

tear your lungs out

scream your heart

be on your worst behaviour

i'd wager that you're gonna take it

make you fight nature

born and raised in

funk those things that make you go bump in the night

turn off the dark

put on the light

and he said 'you and your big cheeks have got me'

along with 'disarm' and 'flooded quarry'

turn off the base with the beat-box detox

pull off the pace

while you sing with no socks

lampshades

carpets

the stage black

you make the room's hands laugh as they clap

you make my mouth water with support acts

they could even match you in talent - ignore that!

gary dunne and newton faulkner ain't wrong

he's got me singing to 'amerikan folk song'

loop pedal class is used as weaponry

you gotta know your enemy

gotta check your distance

don't talk

only whisper

slap the base so hard you get blisters

chikka boom

boom

chikka boom

jp beat-box

feet as flip-flops

doing the hip hop

mixed with the warm sock

and stephanie propped up

up by the mic stand

this ain't no fake

it's music in your hand

as you run into the centre of the crowd

silence falls like water

you just wanna shout 'wow!'

how did they even have the guts to do it?

if your name's nizlopi

then there ain't much to it

'cos you and your big cheeks have got me spinning around now