Drapht - Sound Man lyrics

Okay, now let me take it back to this Friday
We had a show that night
Step to sound-check, no one on site
No one around yet, yeah
You know what it's like
It's the renowned rep
When they're never on time
And then five will mean seven
Nine will mean eleven this ain't live what
Did it die and go to Heaven?
About to throw it in, wanted to go home
Then the sound man
Looking like one of the Ramones
Arrived, barely alive smelling like death
In his Led Zepplin shirt
Jeans tighter than Bec Cartwright
He was just another bar flight rock pig
Living for the moment
Living for the rock gig
Set the stage, two mics, two decks
Check one, two, check, check, one, two


Check! I reckon I need some volume
We want everyone to hear
Yeah the whole room, the whole room
And yo Trigga
What the level on your decks like brother?
Oh, yeah, now let's try cranking
I need more beat it's too low, man
Get them out of their seat
Quicker than Lindsay Lohan movies
Move like I'm punching Bruce Lee
(Haha, nah, man, don't you mean Jackie Chan?)
(Oh, What? Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee?)
Hey! What the fuck you trying to do with me
Man? It's nothing new to me like I Love Lucy
Man, I gotta shoot through
But, it's sounding thin
Before I go, can you give me one more thing?

Turn it up sound man, turn it up
Turn it up sound man, turn it up
Keeping it moving from the back to the front
Keeping it moving every track that we bump
Turn it up sound man, turn it up
Turn it up sound man, turn it up
Keeping it moving from the back to the front
Keeping it moving, gotta jump, gotta jump

Oh, I arrive at the venue the ratio
Ten dude to three girls on the menu
Men who tend to wanna borrow my ears
And have a conversation like I
Haven't seen 'em in years
It kills me and I ain't trying to be rude
But, you're ruining the mood
Like the anorexic nude
And the rumour was, the room was jam packed
'Cause, I ransack my set like Mad Max
But, I stand back, 'cause next is Layla
And she steps to the stage
With the flavour extinct
As a Saber Tooth Tiger, but none live her
The only thing that she might need
Her mic up
So, I'm right up, head to the sound desk
Ask him to turn it up
Where we had it at sound check
Told me to sit down, let him do his job
But this ain't Woodstock and
This ain't no rock

Turn it up sound man, turn it up
Turn it up sound man, turn it up
Keeping it moving from the back to the front
Keeping it moving every track that we bump
Turn it up sound man, turn it up
Turn it up sound man, turn it up
Keeping it moving from the back to the front
Keeping it moving, gotta jump, gotta jump

Check, one, two, one, two
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the stage my man D-Rapht
The Pale Rider, my Brother Grimm
Make some noise!

Yeah, when I step to the
Stage I'm a different man
Let me kiss your miss'
Hand, she'll go missing, man
Listen and pay attention, no tension here
Hanging on my every word
Every sentence clear then I hear you
I seem to be getting feedback
Nah, not now, nah, I don't need that
Sound man just had a rehab relapse
Drinking on my rider
Drinking all my free Jack Daniels
And can you believe this clown?
Now no one wants to jump like a ring rebounds
And now I'm drowned out by
The sound of the bass
Wait, stop, kill it, nah wait, nah mate

Turn it up sound man, turn it up
Turn it up sound man, turn it up
Keeping it moving from the back to the front
Keeping it moving every track that we bump
Turn it up sound man, turn it up
Turn it up sound man, turn it up
Keeping it moving from the back to the front
Keeping it moving, gotta jump, gotta jump

"Turn it up, turn it up"
"Turn it up, turn it up"
"Turn it up, turn it up"
"Turn it up, turn it up"
"Turn it up, turn it up"
"Turn it up, turn it up"
"Turn it up, turn it up"
"Turn it up, turn it up"