Intro Songtext
von Miss Cannonball

It′s your Saturday night head rush
Coming to you live from the band stand
Everything's fresh and chipper out here in liquid land

Barstool bandits, we salute you
Let me take you up, pull you in, and recruit you
For our demonstration
Our well-paced journey
All the way from the evening
To the hip-hop
To the jazz
To the dawn

Cannonball, landing y′all in a trance
Smashing through the wall of the club
In our b-boy stance
Watch the decoys dance to pop
Advanced robot gets strung
Before the night has caught you with the rhythm


You run away from home searching for the carnival
The dusty road is your fate
As the night grows older
We gain a new perspective of the city as
The skin of the streets is stripped away
And the open veins of the sewers are exposed
Running full of the area's underground
Forgotten remnants of the past
Combined with today's most advanced engineering

The dawn is nearing
You′re at the edge
And over the edge you go
Falling into the abyss of fog and mist
Which is the city′s collective memory
As many sleep snugly in their beds
The few stay awake and change the world

Running through the moonlit streets
As the trains whistle in the distance announces
The hobos' departure from the outskirts of town
You can read their journal in the light of your Marlboro
Play a broken banjo, whether you like it or not
We′ve gotta play this tune 'till the sun comes up

All the way on up

You gotta give me a beat
You gotta give me a beat
You gotta give me a beat
Come on


There you have it, ladies and gentlemen
With two turntables, three horns, one drum set
Eighty-eight keys, one mic, and one bass
We ′bout to put it down right here in place
I wanna introduce the gentlemen I'm rockin′ with on stage right here
We gonna go down the line one by one, how it go
Ryan Newman, Adam Thies, Marcus Urani, Dave Saturate
Paul Spina, Arm Dublin, DJ Aspect, Joe Cohen
We are Cannonball