I bought the city with a shaking hand
I kissed the fire, became the man
Golden jacket, broken teeth
Everybody dancing in the heat
I hear my heartbeat in the drum
BADABADA BADABADA — come!
My mother said:
“Love will eat you alive…”
I laughed so hard I almost cried
EMPTY GOLD!
EMPTY GOLD!
EMPTY GOLD!
HEY!
HEY!
HEY!
HEY!
And I love you…
God, I love you…
Even while the ceiling bends
Even while the record ends
EMPTY GOLD!
EMPTY GOLD!
LOVE ME TILL THE WORLD EXPLODES!
EMPTY GOLD!
EMPTY GOLD!
SHAKE YOUR BODY — LOSE CONTROL!
HEY!
HEY!
HEY!
LOVE IS A KNIFE!
LOVE IS A KNIFE!
LOVE IS A KNIFE!
LOVE IS A KNIFE!
Television saints are burning slow
Red parade beneath the glow
I can’t stop dancing in the smoke
Every promise was a joke
But your eyes—
YOUR EYES—
YOUR EYES—
Still shine like broken cinema
Still shine like ruined paradise
Still shine like something I can never survive
WHO ARE YOU?!
EMPTY GOLD!
WHAT DO YOU WANT?!
EMPTY GOLD!
WHAT DO YOU LOVE?!
EMPTY GOLD!
(Ahhh—ahhh—ahhh—)
(Hey! Hey! Hey!)
I said I’d save you
I said I’d stay
But every night I drift away
Into the noise
Into the light
Into the drums all through the night
My heart is swinging from the ceiling fan
Like a forgotten superhero plan
Again…
Again…
Again…
Again…
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
LOVE IS A KNIFE!
LOVE IS A KNIFE!
LOVE IS A KNIFE!
LOVE IS A KNIFE!
EMPTY GOLD!
EMPTY GOLD!
EVERYBODY LOSE YOUR SOUL!
EMPTY GOLD!
EMPTY GOLD!
DANCE BEFORE THE CITIES FALL!
HEY!
HEY!
HEY!
HEY!
LOVE ME HARDER!
LOVE ME LOUDER!
LOVE ME TILL THE TAPE BURNS OUT!
(Empty… gold…)
(Empty… gold…)
(Empty… gold…)
I love you…
I love you…
I love you…
Love is a knife…
Love is a knife…
Love is a knife…
- Lyricist
MASAQUI
- Composer
MASAQUI
- Producer
MASAQUI
- Programming
MASAQUI
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MASAQUI
A mysterious live recording discovered from a lost parallel world in 1968
A dangerous explosion of success love and destruction captured inside a cinematic anime opening inspired latin rock anthem
Wild drum kits and uncontrollable percussion
Distorted microphones
Crowd screams
Children chanting
Worn out tape noise
An imperfect human performance preserved exactly as it was
Hypnotic repetition melts logic away through obsessive chants and emotional overload
Empty yet impossible to stop dancing
Broken yet impossible to stop loving
An addictive forgotten recording that awakens memories that never existed
