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Dirty Harry (Live At The Manchester Opera House)

Alright, so you pre-ordered the Manchester mix of Dirty Harry almost a month ago, and now you finally get to redeem it. There’s bad news, more bad news, and good news. The first round of bad news is that this is just a better mix of the live version that was already available from the Radio 1 stream. Of course, you probably figured they’d do that. No big deal. But here’s the topper: In producing a “better mix” of the live version, they over mixed the drums. Now, the beat is overbearing, distracting, and way too sharp and tinny sounding. Enough so that it’s pretty irritating. But, of course, there’s good news: Damon’s vocals are nice and audible and warm sounding, far better than Radio 1’s muffle-fest. So the mixer giveth and the mixer taketh away. And to top the topper, it’s still Dirty Harry, one of the lowlights of Demon Days. Was this track still worth your purchase? Of course it was. - Wazawaii


Official song credits

Written by Gorillaz and Bootie Brown
Performed by Gorillaz, rap by Bootie Brown, additional vocals by the choir from Parklands School & Newall Green School, Wythenshawe, Manchester
Cello - Isabelle Dunn
Cello - Dan Keane
Bass - Emma Smith
Viola - Amanda Drummond
Viola - Nina Kapinsky
Violin - Antonia Pagulatos
Violin - Kirsty Mangan
Viola - Gary Pomeroy
Cello - Deborah Chandler



Versions & availibility(Click links for exact discographical details)

Dirty Harry (Live At Manchester Opera House) [3:54] - an associated download release with the Dirty Harry single . It was released on the same day, and was advertised along with the other formats in the UK. Also available on the DVD Demon Days Live At The Manchester Opera House



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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