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LCD Soundsystem return to the dancefloor with “New Body Rhumba”

LCD Soundsystem return to the dancefloor with “New Body Rhumba”
The song will appear in Noah Baumbach’s upcoming White Noise.

By David Renshaw

September 30, 2022

LCD Soundsystem

LCD Soundsystem have dropped “New Body Rhumba” their first new material in half a decade. Check it out below.

“New Body Rhumba” appears in the upcoming Netflix movie White Noise, an adaptation of the Don DeLillo novel from director Noah Baumbach. LCD Soundsystem and Baumbach have worked together in the past, with James Murphy providing the score to 2010’s Greenberg.

In addition to the new music, LCD Soundsystem has also announced a new 20-show residency at Brooklyn Steel. The band have performed multiple residencies at the venue since its opening in 2017 and will play their 50th date there on December 4.See below for the full schedule.

LCD Soundsystem last released an album in 2017 when they made their comeback with American Dream. The album arrived six years after they played a series of farewell shows at Madison Square Garden, subsequently documented in 2012 concert film Shut Up and Play the Hits.

White Noise stars Adam Driver as Prof. Jack Gladney alongside a cast including Greta Gerwig, Jodie Turner-Smith, and Andre 3000. It is due to hit Netflix on December 30.

LCD Soundsystem @ Brooklyn Steel

November 18, 19, 21, 22, 26, 27, 29, 30
December 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10, 11, 13, 14, 16, 17

LCD Soundsystem announce London live residency

LCD Soundsystem announce London live residency
James Murphy and co. will play four dates at O2 Academy Brixton this summer.

By David Renshaw

March 04, 2022

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LCD Soundsystem will celebrate two decades together with a run of four “Platinum Anniversary” shows in London this summer. The dates, announced on Friday, will take place at O2 Academy Brixton and will mark 20 years since their first ever live shows which took place in London in 2002 at Arthur Baker’s Return To New York and Erol Alkan’s Trash club nights.

The O2 Academy Brixton run will take place in June 29 and July 1-3. They will be LCD Soundsystem’s first U.K. shows in over four years and their only European headline dates in 2022. Tickets will go on general sale on March 11.

The group previously staged a residency at New York’s Brooklyn Steele in 2021 and will play a run of shows at Boston’s Roadrunner in April and Philadelphia’s Franklin Music Hall later this month, too.

LCD Soundsystem’s most recent album American Dream was released in 2017. Last weekend they appeared as musical guests on the Saturday Night Live episode hosted by John Mulaney.

Rainmakers – Rockin’ Around Lyrics

I can remember
A Saturday night
One-fifty-one in a blue satellite
We blasted out
We made her whine
Flyin’ high over highway 9

We had plan
Could never fail
Rode on my [?] in the wagon trail
{?] chasin’ the moon
[?]

Never gonna bust
That big wall down
Keep up the beat
Of the big drum sound
We’re gonna hit
Every little town
Tell everybody
We’re rockin’ around

We made our way
To the Pacific Coast
[?] we were all in rows
I never had
Such a time
American Dream
I’m gonna make it mine

Four wheels rollin’
Down in [?] lane
[?] pretty
Planted in my brain
Don’t know what you got
Till it’s outta sight
But we called mom
To have a good night

Never gonna bust
That big wall down
Keep up the beat
Of the big drum sound
We’re gonna hit
Every little town
Tell everybody
We’re rockin’ around

Tell everybody
Tell everybody
Tell everybody
We’re rockin’ around

Overdrive Orchestra – American Dream lyrics

Welcome home to the land of the free
Free to lose your mind
A bill of rights, but who’s right to be so wrong?
Woken up again from an American Dream
Back to reality, a sad shadow of a nation long lost
Corrupt with power but not entitled to use it
Propaganda force fed to us like pigs prepared for a slaughter
While gluttonous hogs feast off our bones

If you’re wrong, take it out on me
And if you’re right, there’s nothing left to say
And if you’ve won, turn your rust to gold
But if you’re wrong, throw yourself away

Resurgence of the fourth reich here in America
Silently, swiftly, creepin’ through your area
Hysteria
No rights left from Miranda
As she feeds us propaganda like a fuckin’ cafeteria
Give us a voice just to zip up our lips
Given no choice but just to stick to the script
‘Cuz improvisation is a threat to the nation
An invasion on the United States of Corporation
A stain on the image they keep tryin’ to paint
The portrait of sinner, depicted as a saint
But a saint ain’t meant to be one to deceive
Abuse power and cease to occupy overseas
But when we as a people occupy Wall Street
We get beaten and sprayed, cuffed and taken away
Nothing less than Marshal Law with the ndaa
They just label us as terrorists and lock us in the bay

If you’re wrong, take it out on me
And if you’re right, there’s nothing left to say
And if you’ve won, turn your rust to gold
But if you’re wrong, throw yourself away

Blink 182 – American Dream

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
Look at them
Uh
How to make it in America
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
Less money, less options, lot of rules
So when that first deal came it was opportune
And shawty got potential, I scout that
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Verse 2]
New money
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
I’m like, "You funny"
Laughing at my haters like, "You dummies"
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Look, I’m very important
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
Table dancing in South Hampton
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Bridge]
Another day in the U.S.A
Just another day in America
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
The system set us up for failure
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Then invest in black businesses
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
But it can’t break our spirit

Maroon 5 – Fortune Teller lyrics

I’m not a fortune teller
I won’t be bringing news
Of what tomorrow brings
I’ll leave that up to you

I’m not a fortune teller
Don’t have crystal ball
I can’t predict the future
Can’t see nothing at all

It doesn’t mean I’m afraid
Of all the things that you say
But I just think we should stay
Stuck in the moment today
And as the seasons roll by
No matter how hard I try
Summer will end and the leaves will turn again

I don’t know why you’re acting like this
I don’t know why you had to do it again
Why’d you have to go and ruin the night
Don’t worry about tomorrows mess

I never know how the future will go
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller
I’ll never change but I want you to stay
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller

I don’t like watching TV
I don’t know what that all means
And your American Dream
Baby it just isn’t me
I know that what I’m saying may not be on your mind
I know the song I’m singing is not your favorite kind

It doesn’t mean I’m afraid of all the things that you say
But I just think we should stay
Stuck in the moment today
And as the seasons roll by
No matter how hard I try
Summer will end and the leaves will turn again

I don’t know why you’re acting like this
I don’t know why you had to do it again
Why’d you have to go and ruin the night
Don’t worry about tomorrow’s mess

I never know how the future will go
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller
I’ll never change but I want you to stay
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller

This feeling keeps growing
These rivers keep flowing
How can I have answers
When you drown me in questions?

I never know how the future will go
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller
I’ll never change but I want you to stay
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller

JEEZY – American Dream lyrics

[Intro]
(Cryin’, cryin’, cryin’)
Ye what’s up (Ye, what’s up)
Road to America baby
[?] make a dream
Ye, ye, ye, ye
Let’s go

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol’ of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
Let’s watch they spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
Ya’ll niggas was raised by some haters
You niggas go head and hate
Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the estate
That’s why the streets get so tricky, glad I ain’t fall for the bait
So focused and I’m determined to see that sh*t in my face
You niggas go head and face it
Lil bitch ain’t sh*t, mami basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and win an iced out braclet
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Turn into 250 to a half, I got the recipe
First my President was black, now my President is wack
I ain’t never going broke, what’s American in that

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate, I’m running the game, you running in place
Still a youngin at heart, but mentally, bitch I’m a hundred-and-eight
Like running the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
I’m on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Ya’ll make this sh*t sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack in the BP
Hoping one day they can [beat the?]
Niggas is there on the screen
Cause that’s the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the name
White folks been getting rich off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods, I don’t got time to explain
I done fear that I won’t reach ’em in since reaching ain’t my thing
I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game
You know that already

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
These streets made for [balling?]
Ten toes ain’t for falling
I hear the world calling
Tell me if you’re all in (tell me if you’re all in)
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the traveling man
Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the traveling man
Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah

Young Jeezy – American Dream (feat. J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro]
(Cryin’, cryin’, cryin’)
Yeah, what’s up? (Yeah, what’s up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
Home of the brave, American Dream (yeah)
Uh, yeah
Let’s go

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a big ol’ bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
That’s why I stay spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
Y’all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go ‘head and hate
F-F-Four car garage for the ‘Rari, that bitch came with the estate
I swear them streets get so tricky, glad I ain’t fall for the bait
So focused and I’m determined, can see that shit in my face
You niggas go ‘head and face it
Lil bitch, ain’t shit ’bout me basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and win an iced out bracelet
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Turn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipe
First my President was Black, now my President is wack
I ain’t never going broke, what’s American in that?

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate, I’m running the game, you running in place
Still a youngin’ at heart, but mentally, bitch I’m a hundred-and-eight
Like Pun in the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
I’m on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Y’all make this shit sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack at the BP
Hoping one day they can be the
Niggas is there on the screen
‘Cause that’s the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the name
White folks been getting rich off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods, I don’t got time to explain
Out of fear that I won’t reach ’em and since preaching ain’t my thing
I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game
You know that already

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
(Yeah yuh)
These streets made for ballin’ (yeah yuh)
Ten toes ain’t for fallin’ (yeah yuh)
I hear the world callin’
Tell me if ya all in (tell me if ya all in)
Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin’ man
Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin’ man
Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah

Apollo Brown & Planet Asia – Deep In The Casket

[Sample]
Eight track stereo, colored TV in every room
And you can snort a half a piece of dope every day
It’s the American Dream, nigga, well ain’t it?
God knows it’s a rotten game. The only one the man left us to play
That’s the stone cold truth

[Planet Asia]
Yea
Twist something

[Verse 1]
Bumping Mozzy in the Maserati
Allegedly they say my little Relly caught a body
My city going stupid mainly
Lil niggas in the pen going super crazy
Runners over the stove, giving slight twirls with hoes
That powder they nose with that white girl
Four door Porsches and polo horses
Golf courses, teriyaki swordfish, exotic fortress
Gangsta gun game, my [?] aim damage a frame
Like the paper at the gun range, I’m sun blazing
Cross the line, I might down ya
That’s why I feel at home around the chain lifters, and body counters
Heavy handed henchmen, victorious vigilant
Still killing shit, it’s pretty boy militance
These rappers is a fuckin joke
Broke niggas tryna beef always getting smoked

[Hook]
Fit deep in the casket
Colombian fashion (8x)

[Verse 2]
Wasn’t for this, then I’d still be jooking
I’m still jooking, it’s just nothing is getting tooken
Words is like coke, I’m used to cooking
Like aftershocks niggas is used to booking
Saw so much that I cannot be shooken
My goons follow ’cause I know the way
Trained to go fast with no delay
Keep a shooter with a throwaway
When it’s war we never go away
SKs blow your face when big boys come out to play
The bullshit you better start squashing
Know your family would be set in place doing car washes
Have you taking shots like you was bar hoppin
You know the doctrine, since when the fuck y’all start poppin?
Medaliano, Masonic murder rap scholar
[?], major models sophisticado
Might Colombian fashion your casket
Put your head in a basket
There’s no way for you to even mask it

[Hook]
Fit deep in the casket
Colombian fashion (8x)

[Outro]
It’s the fuck I’m talking ’bout, man
Y’know I mean?
From the ground on up, dirty shit man
Yea

Papa Roach – Hollywood Whore lyrics

[Intro]
Hollywood whore,
Passed out on the floor,
I’m sorry but the party’s over.

[Verse 1]
Cocaine nose and trendy clothes,
Gotta send her to rehab.
She found out she’s got no soul,
But it really doesn’t bother her.
White trash queen, American Dream,
Oh, what a role model.
Throwing a fit, making a scene,
Like no tomorrow.

[Chorus]
Hollywood whore,
Passed out on the floor,
Can’t take it no more,
I’m sorry but the party’s over.
The talk of the town;
“Is she’s going down?”
I’m sorry but the party’s over now!

[Verse 2]
Awake by noon, drunk by four,
Sucked up in the show biz.
You’re so lame, you’re such a bore,
I wanna kick your teeth in.
Plastic smile to match your style,
We can tell you got a face lift.
You’re so vain, you so vile,
You’re a number one hit.

[Chorus]
Hollywood whore,
Passed out on the floor,
Can’t take it no more,
I’m sorry but the party’s over.
The talk of the town;
“Is she’s going down?”
I’m sorry but the party’s over.

[Hook]
The cameras are gone,
And nobody screams.
She couldn’t survive her 15 minutes of fame.
Her friends are all gone,
She’s going insane.
She’ll never survive without the money and fame.
It’s all going down the drain.

[Bridge]
Hollywood whore,
Passed out on the floor,
I’m sorry but the party’s over.
The talk of the town;
“Is she’s going down?”
I’m sorry but the party’s over!

[Chorus]
Hollywood whore,
Passed out on the floor,
I’m sorry but the party’s over.
The talk of the town;
“Is she’s going down?”
I’m sorry but the party’s over.

[Bridge]
Wake up! The party’s over.
Wake up! The party’s over.
Wake up! The party’s over.
Wake up! The party’s over now!

[Outro]
Hahaha
Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya, hunny.
Hahaha

Bishop Lamont – Un-American (feat. Ryu & Apathy) (The Reformation G.D.N.I.A.F.T Album)

[Intro (parts of President Dwight D. Eisenhower’s Farewell Address Jan. 17, 1961)]
Good evening my fellow Americans. First I would like to express my gratitude to the radio and television networks for the opportunities they have given me over the years to bring reports and messages to our nation. We annually spend on military security alone more than the net income of all United States corporations. Now this conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence — economic, political, even spiritual — is felt in every city, every Statehouse, every office of the Federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet, we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources, and livelihood are all involved. So is the very structure of our society. In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence – whether sought or unsought, by the military industrial complex

[Verse 1: Ryu]
My country tis of thee sweet land of misery
Donald Trump and his trickery, Fox’s toxicity
War mongering fuck bois crisscrossin the continent beggin for votes
Murder they wrote-blood on the documents
Raise the prices. Cook up another crisis
Fuck it-you gotta love it. The government funded ISIS
Nothin every changes. Same story as last month. You wanna know the price of freedom? Look at the gas pump
2 dollars 3 dollars 4 dollars 5
Die motherfucker! Die motherfucker!
Fine
This year- lets get it over with. Send me back to Jehova
Away from these xenophobic police worshipin chauvinists
Secrets in plain sight thinking nobody notices
Until we cut the head off the snake and drink the cobra spit
Who’s the real terrorist
Flag drippin with arrogance for me to say nothin about it is un-American

[Hook x2: Apathy]
School book (light em up) Government (burn em down)
Seems like a riot every time I turn around (uh-oh)
They got us all riled up again (uh-oh)
They got us all riled up again

[Verse 2: Bishop Lamont]
Welcome citizens and 2nd class citizens
Aka minorities, refugees illegal, aliens
Homosexuals, Women, Faiths of foreign religions
Don’t you just love this nation you’re livin in
Our Uncle Sam is a drunk racist pedophile
Drug dealer, Drug abuser, pill popper
Heroin user, Lean, cocaine methamphetamine
Cymbalta, cialis, Humira
All that shit he sells you on your tv screen
Got u pumped up, drugged up, to keep you down
While the cost of living goes up
Without enough good jobs to go around
The same foreigners you hate
America gave’em ya jobs
Laid you off to cut cost
Then pointed the finger across seas
Like it wasn’t they fault
Huh, huh
It’s nothin new
This ain’t brand new
It’s the same ol tactics
Give you dummies someone to blame
Mislead you
Leave you distracted
Let’s talk about Bill Cosby, Benghazi
Kim kardashian’s ass again, Caitlyn Jenner
Turn on your tv some new scandal with a celebrity at the center
Another mass shooting
Domestic terrorist while you eating dinner
It’s always Muslims
Even when it ain’t Muslims
We’ll draw a picture of the prophet Muhammad and spit on it
We’ll hang Jesus Christ upside down and piss on it
Division through religions is strictly for economics
We don’t believe in either
Swear to nimrod I promise
Only to the almighty dollar do we pay homage
Your country one big corporation it’s all for profit

[Hook x2: Apathy]
School book (light em up) Government (burn em down)
Seems like a riot every time I turn around (uh-oh)
They got us all riled up again (uh-oh)
They got us all riled up again

[Verse 3: Ryu]
Hide your poor and your huddled masses
White trash, wet backs, and ghetto bastards
Make em flag wavin slaves for minimum wage fascists
Claimin to keep you safe til the taliban invades Calabasas
I guess it could happen and anything is possible if Bruce Jenner can turn himself into Jessica Rabbit
Its plausible to think we’re on the brink of extinction
It stinks. We know the truth but can’t make the distinction
The lies are too sexy. Their deception is asinine
Your hard earned tax dollars killin children in Palestine
Its hard to swallow like water from Flint Michigan
The people have spoken. The politicians ain’t listenin
Overcrowdin the prisons. Multi Billions in business
You get popped. They get paid. They want you locked in the system
Its a war on our citizens. You tell me who the terrorist
But for me to say nothin about it is un-American

[Outro: Bishop Lamont]
You know what’s really un-American? America as a whole
Its nothin but a bunch of hypocritical shit. You see everybody out here trippin off votin for Trump or votin for Bernie or votin for Hillary. Like these motherfuckers give a fuck about what you goin through in your life. The reality of it is: ain’t no one motherfuckin person that you vote for gone change our nation for us. Its all about makin money. Its based on makin money. If you want to see real change: you gotta start in your own house. In your own neighborhood. In your own city. If we don’t fix it-ain’t shit gone get fixed. Ask yourself: are you really free? Are you livin the American Dream?