Tribal Connection

Gogol Bordello

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    Where there's a music should be comin' out of every car
    There is a silence all over downtown
    Where community celebrations shall be aroused
    I walk the sterile gardens, life is on pause, here it is

    No can do this, no can do that
    What the hell can you do, my friend?
    In this place that you call your town

    No can do this, no can do that
    What the hell can you do, my friend?
    In this place that you call your town

    I guess you can't expect much from the hometown
    Well I don't know if you can even call it your own
    When they don't want you to get near excitement
    And in protest of that you just stay home, here it is now

    No can do this, no can do that
    What the hell can you do, my friend?
    In this place that you call your town

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    No can do this, no can do that
    What the hell can you do, my friend?
    In this place that you call your town

    Party, party, party, party, party, party
    Party, party, party, party, party, party
    Party, party, party, party, party, party
    Party, party, party, party, party, party
    Party, party, party, party, after party

    On intersection of all dimensions
    Where I was stoppin' by just for a drink
    I meet a brother from tribal connection
    And together we began to sing

    We gonna turn frustration into inspiration
    Whatever demons are there, we gonna set them free
    Such is the method of tribal connection
    Of our fun loving restless breed

    I wanna walk this Earth like it is mine
    And so is everyone in our fun lovin' tribe
    C'mon man, is that real so much to ask?
    From all these goddamn Nazi-fuedals

    But I'm gonna take it to community
    'Cause I want everyone to see
    There never was any conspiracy
    And we are all here simply to sing

    No can do this, no can do that
    What the hell can you do, my friend?
    In this place that you call your town

    No can do this, no can do that
    What the hell can you do, my friend?
    In this place that you call your town

    Where there's a music should be comin' out of every car
    There is a silence all over downtown
    Only the intersection semi-alive
    Outskirts are sedated, me gone

    Song details

    Composition: Eugene Hütz, Yuri Lemeshev, Oren Kaplan, Eliot Ferguson, and Thomas Gobena

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