DESCRIPTION:
Moveknowledgement predstavljajo prve zvoke iz prihajajočega albuma ‘See’. Namesto radijem najbolj prijaznega singla so se odločili v prvi posluh raje poslati dve pesmi, ki po mnenju benda najbolj ujameta duh nove plošče. Na strani A lahko tako slišite energično krautrock lokomotivo ‘Talk’, na B strani pa psihadelično pulzirajočo hip hop balado ‘Bad Day’. Pesmi predstavljata dve različni plati pisanega albuma ‘See’, ki bo luč sveta ugledal 12. septembra.

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Lyrics:

TALK

Wait. Talk to me
You need to wait, talk to me
Talk to me
Before you state your verdict
talk to me
Don’t care what people are saying
you need to talk to me
talk to me
Nobody’s coming up to me on the street,
nobody
When it comes to real life interactions they lack integrity
I keep my business straight, like a conservative
You wouldn’t want to feel the wrath of God would you?
Talk to me
Talk to me

Wait. Talk to me
You need to wait, talk to me
Talk to me
People at the rave are getting false information
talk to me- first
You need to be doing your job, just like i do mine
...talk to me
Where’d you get that?
where’d you get that?
I don’t care what school you and your friends graduated from
it’s not a real school, it’s just a private school
I hate freedom, I fucking hate freedom
there, I said it
You live in a mermaid house
an upside down version of the world
To be honest I don’t think you deserve all this attention
I would gladly have your city burned to the ground
I’m feeding a troll aren’t I?

Talk to me
just talk to me

I don't know what you don't know

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BAD DAY

I used to love H.E.R. but she treats me like whore
You see that bright future? Well she's spoken for
Keep drawing lines -around my own planets
I got low standards, even below average
I said I’m spoken for I’m sorry man
You wanna politic - do it with my hologram
Keep working on that million dollar plan
All wall, no Berlin
see me on soap and skin
There’s no biz like show biz
rhymes with St. Tropez
made a fortune with knock knock jokes for the homeless
You’re all coke heads aren't you?
Bringing the K to the KK since 92’, aren’t you?
Your girlfriend is cheating
Beach houses fucking up my ceilings
Something’s going on in the East wing
Start to change the way I see things
There’s nothing wrong with dreaming
My mind is god’s gift to the tree swings
All of a sudden bros got feelings
Supposed to understand your side of the G-string
Sold off everything, trying’ to look like you
to find out that you really wanna be me
You’re not a real thing, your fiction is ridiculous
pacing the floor and I’m fuckin sick of it

it’s been a bad day
bad for the world

You need to shut the fuck up
your guitar never killed a fascist
The new age never happened
New York is a shit Atlantis
The only thing trickling down on people is rainwater
Two men in an elevator, straight awkward
I’ve travelled miles to be where all the great jobs are
but every day of the week just happens to be the wrong one
Undisputed champion of the one big break
got 5 middle fingers, who the fuck wanna debate?
Remember that one time, sitting in business class
Snakes on a plane without Samuel L. Jackson
I’ma start counting my blessings when they start paying their taxes
or become a job creator and hire some hi-jackers
It’s either that or Google-search myself into a coma
Too old for irony, too dope to grow up
I’m still no booze, no cigarettes and no drugs
given up on the no cussing rule,there’s no love

it’s been a bad day
bad for the world

2 left brains, straight A student
22 vision, fuck with my union
nothing to look forward to
except being a judas
some call it a future
or call it a nuisance