Difference between revisions of "Dance, Soterios Johnson, Dance/Lyrics"
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A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it's Terry Gross | A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it's Terry Gross | ||
He takes her hand, spins her body just so | He takes her hand, spins her body just so | ||
| − | He holds her close, | + | He holds her close, he will never let go |
As the room explodes, they dance like angels | As the room explodes, they dance like angels | ||
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A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it's Terry Gross | A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it's Terry Gross | ||
He takes her hand, spins her body just so | He takes her hand, spins her body just so | ||
| − | He holds her close, | + | He holds her close, they will never let go |
As the room explodes, they dance like angels</lyrics> | As the room explodes, they dance like angels</lyrics> | ||
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Latest revision as of 20:06, 5 December 2011
A voice like honey, no-one else could fill his shoes
The time and the weather, the headlines and the local news
He lays it down with perfection and grace
Done by noon, he goes home to his place
Where he sleeps and he waits for the night
Just before midnight he gets up, gets out of bed
A can of Red Bull, a tab of X to clear his head
He shoots his cuffs, now he's headed downtown
Picks up one life, puts another one down
And his body hums and the music's playing
Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
It's a cold world, nobody understands
The feeling you can't keep inside
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
With the light of a truth you can't hide
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on forever
He shimmies his shoulders, undulates his slender hips
Arms akimbo, Jaggeresque, he pouts his lips
A circle forms, everybody comes round
Just to hear the incredible sound
Of a genius smashing expectations
Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
It's a cold world, nobody understands
The feeling you can't keep inside
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
With the light of a truth you can't hide
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on forever
He's dancing, he's a machine
Like no-one, that they've ever seen
He's flying, he's living a dream
The magic fades as the sun comes up, it's time he goes
A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it's Terry Gross
He takes her hand, spins her body just so
He holds her close, he will never let go
As the room explodes, they dance like angels
Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
It's a cold world, nobody understands
The feeling you can't keep inside
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
With the light of a truth you can't hide
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on
The news is the news, but the dance goes on
The news is the news, but the dance goes on forever
Demo[edit]
The demo version of Dance, Soterios Johnson, Dance, features different lyrics to the last verse and also minor variations occur in the second and third verses, respectively:
| Demo | Thing a Week |
|---|---|
| Just before midnight he wakes up, gets out of bed | Just before midnight he gets up, gets out of bed |
| It's a feeling you can't keep inside | The feeling you can't keep inside |
| A crowd is formed, they are gathering round | A circle forms, everybody comes round |
| The magic fades as the sun comes up, it's time he goes Takes a quick shower and shaves, puts on office clothes He hails a cab in the early gray dawn He gets to work, turns his microphone on And his dulcet tones wake up this city |
The magic fades as the sun comes up, it's time he goes A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it's Terry Gross He takes her hand, spins her body just so He holds her close, they will never let go As the room explodes, they dance like angels |
