As if the spectre of Ebola returning for an encore wasn't enough to ruin one's weekend, the rest of the world seems determined to blow itself to smithereens with gusto. Ukrainian drones are sightseeing in St Petersburg, the Yanks and Iranians are playing high-stakes ping-pong with missiles in the Gulf, and aviation bosses have decided the perfect response to a fuel crisis is a jolly to Rio. Fortunately, there is a glimmer of hope amidst the doom: a teenager has finally won a tennis match, and Walmart workers have achieved the impossible by unionising—proving that while the planet burns, bureaucracy might just save us yet.
Ukraine Russia conflict escalates in St Petersburg
US Iran military strikes threaten Gulf ceasefire
Ebola outbreak risk rises in Central Africa
Sexual Psy-Garage Fusion
🎵 (s)Hit of the Day 🎵
Version 1
Version 2
📜 Lyrics 📜
[Intro]
[Breathy Spoken Word]
Drones over St Petersburg...
Unprecedented, they say...
Mmm, the sky is so... hard tonight.
[Pitched-up Vocal Sample]
Touch the fire...
[Verse 1]
Drones are dancing in the northern sky
Unprecedented, or just a little lie?
Tehran and Washington, they touch so rough
Ceasefire breaking, can't get enough
Strike the base, hit the radar site
Fuel is burning in the velvet night
They say it's politics, I say it's lust
Everything crumbles, everything must
[Chorus]
Stroke the barrel, kiss the gun
World on fire, having fun
Chaos rising, bodies sweat
Are we finished yet?
[High Pitched Vocal Chop]
Not yet... not yet...
[Verse 2]
Rio summit for the aviation kings
Talking fuel while the engine sings
Shortage coming but they fly so high
Don't need a runway to touch the sky
Armenia pressure, voting in the heat
Moscow breathing down the empty street
Beirut soldiers in the dust and blood
Trading life for a moment in the mud
[Chorus]
Stroke the barrel, kiss the gun
World on fire, having fun
Chaos rising, bodies sweat
Are we finished yet?
[High Pitched Vocal Chop]
Not yet... not yet...
[Bridge]
[Tempo Breakdown]
[Santur Solo]
[Breathy Whisper]
Typhoon in Japan... wash it all away...
Ebola in the shadows... coming out to play...
Canadian workers... finally on top...
Walmart bending... making it stop...
Little victories in a burning bed...
Sleeping with the chaos... resting your head...
[Verse 3]
French Open tennis, a teenage dream
Crushing hope in the final scene
Donald's trade war, picking the fight
Right battle, wrong execution, not so bright
Shambles in the strategy, chaos in the sheets
Political commentators in their defeat
The right idea with the wrong embrace
Slapdash chaos all over the place
[Chorus]
Stroke the barrel, kiss the gun
World on fire, having fun
Chaos rising, bodies sweat
Are we finished yet?
[High Pitched Vocal Chop]
Not yet... not yet...
[Outro]
[Whispered]
So perilous...
So dangerous...
So hot...
[Reese Bass Fade Out]