Anselmo Crew - My town

My town in my dreams
Keeps on fighting for the music
Our weapon is only a Hi-Fi

My town in my dreams
Keeps on thumpin’ till the morning
The kids in the street are dancing


A jig that looks something like an old man stepping over’n’over a snake
Inside a nearby warehouse, thousands revelers grind and groove and sweat
On the crowded dance floor.
When they jump, their white sport caps look like breakers on a choppy sea
Music blares from every open window under my skin
It sets me strong, it sets me free.
I know this is my town.

So I kick back relax
My town slams the door in sheeps face.
My town is definietly ready to party
My town doesn't try to bury me six feet deep
Doesn't make it hard to go my way

My town in my dreams
Keeps on fighting for the music
Our weapon is only a Hi-Fi

My town in my dreams
Keeps on thumpin’ till the morning
The kids in the street are dancing


When I go to the supermarket
Everything is on the floor
People like you and me
Don’t smile they look so vile.
They are looking for a record
Want to listen to its sound
They are waiting for its message
Like the new Messiah

Street-smart lyrics, danceable beats
Everyone agrees these must heal.


My lover is shaking me
And tryin’ to wake me up
One of my eyes is goin’ on a trip.


There is a little voice that says to me
„This is your town, hey gee!”

So I kick back relax
My town slams the door in sheeps face.
My town is definietly ready to party
My town doesn't try to bury me six feet deep
Doesn't make it hard to go my way


My town in my dreams
Keeps on fighting for the music
Our weapon is only a Hi-Fi

My town in my dreams
Keeps on thumpin’ till the morning
The kids in the street are dancing