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letra de charlie's fix - deca and neon brown

[intro – voice samples]
did the stuff come?
yeah come in
you ever see a preamplifier like this?
got a magnetic phono tape here, distortion 2%, harmonic unmeasurable
you know i can’t afford it
how about this new fountek speaker?
you fiend, you.. you know i’m still paying on [?] stereo adapters
you dirty rat, you got me started on this stuff
take it easy charlie, you came to me don’t forget
if you can’t handle it…
charlie, charlie stay away from those kn-bs!
charlie don’t touch that big kn-b!
some sellers can get a guy like charlie hooked pretty easy
i better check this mess before i get some godd-mn’ [?]
i have a [?] coming from my backup 3000 watt power amplifier

[verse 1 – deca]
stay clean chuck, high dreams keep a fiend stuck
obsessing over every new toy and beat machine touched
from clean-cut kid, to cr-ss sewer rat
diggin’ through the trash from dollar bins
slippin’ through the cracks am-ssed
wax piled to the ceiling beams
countless holy grails
type-45’s psych from the philipines, name it
an unknown with dreams of being famous
and the -rs-nal of -n-log gadgets to ease the pain with
the smug self-reportin’ record store clerk’s the plug
that keeps them coming back for high-fidelity drugs
chuck snapped like a celery stick, with his first fix
strippin’ chords for copper wire to fry his nerves with
the curse won’t be lifted ’till you crash find the bottom
and shake the primate attached to your spinal column
i tried to help but there’s some things you gotta face alone
and figure out yourself, you better watch your speed casey jones

[voice samples]
yo chuck man, where you been?!
i’ve been makin’ tapes to watch
makin’ tapes thinkin’ about makin’ tapes
[?] use the cabinet
[?]
that’s right!
[?]
i would say that collecting probably was a symptom of their mental problems
put those records down bro, put ’em down
in the city

[verse 2 – deca]
last time we spoke chuck said he kicked
then i spot him at the record shop tryna’ scratch his itch
hands shakin’, sweatin’ bullets, wild-eyed and distant
choppin’ up gator tails and crate dust and sniffin’
i’m mad possessed by asr-10’s and technics
808’s, sequoias, preamplifiers and sp’s
with quarter-inch cables plugged in either ear
one of many struck by this affliction in recent years
but these days everybody’s somethin’
writers, rappers, buyers, trappers
audiophiles slidin’ backwards
the gospel records preparation for the final rapture
his pleasure center fires off a million firecrackers
in flesh merges with the fully loaded sound system
in the confines of charlie’s underground prison
a ghost in the machine steered wrong

[outro – voice samples]
put this wire in there, there’s a second molar there, switch to zero
i just saw a whole bunch of kids doing it and i didn’t wanna be uncool, i really didn’t, i wanted to be accepted
i wanna be with the in-crowd
[?]
with the in-crowd
[?]
to go to bed i have to spend about five or ten minutes moving records around
you know, so that i can get to the bathroom say in the middle of the night
without, you know, tripping over a pile of something
and it is getting to me
and i think it does have some psychological effect
there is a high, the addict admits this
but after a while, that high is harder to get
eventually, nothing else matters
and your habit is so instilled you lose your mental and physical control
ain’t that record a riot?
ah it’s alright, but that loudspeaker sounds tinny

- deca and neon brown

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