DJ's Detour: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

Listen up now

Today’s the day I gotta do it all
Today’s the day I’m gonna have a ball
The time is now you see I, I had a close call
This is it. This is fear. Don’t tell me next year

It’s another trip in a worn out van
It’s another town, it’s a-one more fan
It’s a heavy load, shifting gear
It’s a high, it’s a rush, hurry now it’s my push, don’t
Don’t tell me next year

You see I had a close call
Look out, I’m comin’ through
Watch out, I might run over you
Look into my eyes, can you see beyond the tears
I might hide it disguise it but I can’t deny it
Don’t tell me next year

It’s a sticky set-up but I slip on through
I take a little side-step, I do the old ‘check 1, 2’
It’s up with that volume now I gotta make sure you can hear
It’s my high it’s my rush, it’s my crystal clear fear
Don’t tell me next year

Have you seen the statistics? I better be quick

The coloured lights are pretty but oooh they make me sweat
Fear is my backdrop, my stage is set
I rant I rave I rant I rave I strut I fret
It’s my high it’s my rush, do I make myself clear
Don’t tell me next year

It’s another deal, yeah I’m playin’ the game
It’s another face ‘hello’ but what’s the name?
It’s a fickle force of nature, it’s my claim to fame
It’s my high, it’s my push, listen up, can you hear? Don’t
Don’t tell me next year

I’m driven by fear and it’s drivin’ me hard and fast

I’ve heard it all before, don’t want to hear it no more
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
That’s the sound of my fear, Can you hear it?
Do I make myself clear, Can you hear it?
My crystal clear fear. Don’t tell me next year.