TZU - Who? lyrics
[TZU - Who? lyrics]
First off
I'd like to offer you all a warm welcome
From here in Melbourne where
The sun shines seldom (right?)
You might be anywhere at all in this world
B-boys and B-girls
We're bringing gems and pearls
And like you we're unique in
The treasure we speak
And this music we make cultivates our belief
So, let me kick an introduction on the drums
And get beginnings begun and
Role call the components
My name is Joelistics (I'm Seed MC)
Paso's on the scratch and
Yeroc works the beats
We are T-Z-U how do you do? Do you
Do what you do cause you
Love to do what you do? We do
We started off on street
Sides with hand drums
Upgraded to this, we're the grandsons
Of diggers and widows, immigrants, engineers
Gamblers, jazz collectors and
Fishermen on piers our roots are panoramic
Looser than pan-jamming
From Syd' to Melbs, New Plymouth to Pakistan
You could be on the bus
Daydreaming out the window
Or walking the bush track
It don't matter what you're in to
We've been chopping beats talking bout
What we've been through
Now we've done the mic check
Let the show continue
Cause these four fellas are
Terence McKenna storytellers
Telling our tales and leaving
Trails like entrails
Tipping the scales until the
Cloud cover clears
And these weird ideas move minds and rears
From earliest beginnings to
These current proceedings
From trees down to seedlings
We age well like Riesling
So while we're breathing people keep breeding
Tzu's mission statement is to keep on keeping
For the cats with no cash or
The folks in the mansions
We formed the band for
The thinkers and dancers
The one's curious looking for answers
The instrumentalists
(rocking the jamming shit)
The gold medallists
(or the swimming-in dam kids)
The old settlers
(or the tribes whose land it is)
The pub rockers (and the bar staff)
The fruit vendors
(and the art smart bohemians)
The whole damn demographic
This band stops traffic from
Backstreet to paddock
(We put it down for the
Addicts and the fiends
And the friends who feel the
Soul of the music)
Da da da da dum, da dum, da dum
Da da da da dum, da dum, da dum
Da da da da dum, da dum, da dum
We (Alright, here it goes, here it goes)
Can I come in?
"Who's there?"
Hang on
I'd like to offer you all a warm welcome
From here in Melbourne where
The sun shines seldom (right?)
You might be anywhere at all in this world
B-boys and B-girls
We're bringing gems and pearls
And like you we're unique in
The treasure we speak
And this music we make cultivates our belief
So, let me kick an introduction on the drums
And get beginnings begun and
Role call the components
My name is Joelistics (I'm Seed MC)
Paso's on the scratch and
Yeroc works the beats
We are T-Z-U how do you do? Do you
Do what you do cause you
Love to do what you do? We do
We started off on street
Sides with hand drums
Upgraded to this, we're the grandsons
Of diggers and widows, immigrants, engineers
Gamblers, jazz collectors and
Fishermen on piers our roots are panoramic
Looser than pan-jamming
From Syd' to Melbs, New Plymouth to Pakistan
You could be on the bus
Daydreaming out the window
Or walking the bush track
It don't matter what you're in to
We've been chopping beats talking bout
What we've been through
Now we've done the mic check
Let the show continue
Cause these four fellas are
Terence McKenna storytellers
Telling our tales and leaving
Trails like entrails
Tipping the scales until the
Cloud cover clears
And these weird ideas move minds and rears
From earliest beginnings to
These current proceedings
From trees down to seedlings
We age well like Riesling
So while we're breathing people keep breeding
Tzu's mission statement is to keep on keeping
For the cats with no cash or
The folks in the mansions
We formed the band for
The thinkers and dancers
The one's curious looking for answers
The instrumentalists
(rocking the jamming shit)
The gold medallists
(or the swimming-in dam kids)
The old settlers
(or the tribes whose land it is)
The pub rockers (and the bar staff)
The fruit vendors
(and the art smart bohemians)
The whole damn demographic
This band stops traffic from
Backstreet to paddock
(We put it down for the
Addicts and the fiends
And the friends who feel the
Soul of the music)
Da da da da dum, da dum, da dum
Da da da da dum, da dum, da dum
Da da da da dum, da dum, da dum
We (Alright, here it goes, here it goes)
Can I come in?
"Who's there?"
Hang on