//GORILLAZ SONGS//

Dirty Harry (Jon Carter Remix)

Dirty Harry, longer and faster. Seriously, I’m practically pissing myself with joy and excitement. This track gets that “Same Old Same Old” dance mix treatment. Heavy drums, simple and repetitive. If you’re the type who likes to bounce around your room to Harry, congratulations: Your prayers have been answered. From my side of the room, however, I’ve got nothing but yawns. It should be noted that Jon Carter is a pretty reputable mix artist, having done official work for scores of reputable bands and artists, among them U2, the Manic Street Preachers, St. Etienne and Prodigy. I’m sure that Gorillaz will look nice on his resume, but this track doesn’t look so nice in the package. It should also be noted that I know approximately five billion people named John Carter, three billion people named John Roberts, and six more billion people named John Thompson. I think I’ll name my child Accidental Poisoning. - Wazawaii


Official song credits

Written by Gorillaz and Bootie Brown
Performed by Gorillaz, rap by Bootie Brown, additional vocals by the San Fernandez Youth Chorus
Produced by Gorillaz, Dangermouse
Additional production by Jason Cox & James Dring
Mixed by Cox / Gorillaz / Danger Mouse at Pierce Rooms London
Engineered by Jason Cox
Programming by Danger Mouse / James Dring
Violins: Sally Jackson and Prabjote Osahn
Violas: Amanda Drummond and Stella Page
Cello: Isabelle Dunn
Double Bass: Al Mobbs and Emma Smith
Additional production & remix by Jon Carter



Versions & availibility(Click links for exact discographical details)

Dirty Harry (Jon Carter Remix) [5:57] - available only on the UK 12" promo 'KONG02' of the Demon Days single



Live

Never performed live.



Lyrics:

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
But they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
No, they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance

In my backpack
I got my act right
In case you act quite difficult
And your result
Weaken
With anger and discontent
Some are seekin
In search of
Like Nimoy

I'm a peace-loving decoy
Ready for retaliation
I change your whole location to a pine box six-under
Impulsive don't ask why or wonder
Orders given to me is
strike and I'm thunder with lightning fast reflexes on constant alert
from the constant hurt that seems limitless with no drop in pressure

Seems like everybody's out to test ya
'til they see you break
You can't conceal the hate
That consumes you
I'm the reason why you fill up your Isuzu

Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I got a 90 days extension
And I'm filled with guilt
From things that I've seen
Your water's from a bottle
mine's from a canteen

At night I hear the shots ring
So I'm a light sleeper
The cost of life seems to get cheaper
out in the desert
with a street sweeper
The war is over
So said the speaker with the flight suit on
Maybe to him I'm just a pawn
So he can advance
I remember when I used to dance
Man, all I want to do is dance

(Dance!)
(Dance!)
(Dance!)

I need a gun to keep myself from harm




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