Biografia:
The name High Contrast needs no introduction anymore; though when a young Lincoln Barrett signed on the dotted line back in 2000 he was a complete unknown. Signed on the strength of his mini-disc demos, the Welsh wonder has smashed his way through the d+b scene in no time at all.
His debut longplayer True Colours was released on Hospital to massive critical acclaim in June 2002, paving the way for a move onto the outernational DJ circuit and remixer of choice for so many labels inside and outside of the drum+bass community.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
A C D x2
[Verse 1]
A
It's the beginning of the end
C D A C D
So you might as well set fire to your friends
A
But it ain't alpha and omega
C D A C D
It's just Nintendo and Sega
A C D A C D
I'm a real gone kid, here to flip your lid
A C D A C D
I'm a stone cold fox, spreading the bubonic pox
A C D A C D
I'm a zodiac killer, on the three dollar billa
A C D A C D
I'm a roof-top sniper, shooting grown men in diapers
[Pre-Chorus]
A C D A C D
A shotgun is a good substitute for mouthwash
A C D A C D
Drone controllers eat their lunch at their desktops
[Chorus]
Am Em
Why stop working if you enjoy what you do?
Dm Am
Jesus turned the other cheek and I'll strike that one too
Am Em
A million little pieces will never be enough for you
Dm Em
But the only blood we spill, should be blue
[Verse 2]
A C D A C D
I'm an American nightmare hiding in a Mexican salad bar
A
Last night I dreamt I went to Woodstock
C D A C D
But I only saw Sha-Na-Na
A C D A C D
Your daddy is a traitor and your mama has dirt in her hair
A
You best get to where you're going
C D A C D
Or else you'll never get there
A
You best get to where you're going
C D A C D
Or else you'll never get there
[Chorus]
Am Em
Why stop working if you enjoy what you do?
Dm Am
Jesus turned the other cheek and I'll strike that one too
Am Em
A million little pieces will never be enough for you
Dm Em
But the only blood we spill, should be blue
[Pre-Chorus]
A C D A C D
A shotgun is a good substitute for mouthwash
A C D A C D
Drone controllers eat their lunch at their desktops
[Chorus]
Am Em
Why stop working if you enjoy what you do?
Dm Am
Jesus turned the other cheek and I'll strike that one too
Am Em
A million little pieces will never be enough for you
Dm Em
But the only blood we spill, should be blue
[Outro]
A C D x8
E G E D C D E D C B A
A C D x2
[Verse 1]
A
It's the beginning of the end
C D A C D
So you might as well set fire to your friends
A
But it ain't alpha and omega
C D A C D
It's just Nintendo and Sega
A C D A C D
I'm a real gone kid, here to flip your lid
A C D A C D
I'm a stone cold fox, spreading the bubonic pox
A C D A C D
I'm a zodiac killer, on the three dollar billa
A C D A C D
I'm a roof-top sniper, shooting grown men in diapers
[Pre-Chorus]
A C D A C D
A shotgun is a good substitute for mouthwash
A C D A C D
Drone controllers eat their lunch at their desktops
[Chorus]
Am Em
Why stop working if you enjoy what you do?
Dm Am
Jesus turned the other cheek and I'll strike that one too
Am Em
A million little pieces will never be enough for you
Dm Em
But the only blood we spill, should be blue
[Verse 2]
A C D A C D
I'm an American nightmare hiding in a Mexican salad bar
A
Last night I dreamt I went to Woodstock
C D A C D
But I only saw Sha-Na-Na
A C D A C D
Your daddy is a traitor and your mama has dirt in her hair
A
You best get to where you're going
C D A C D
Or else you'll never get there
A
You best get to where you're going
C D A C D
Or else you'll never get there
[Chorus]
Am Em
Why stop working if you enjoy what you do?
Dm Am
Jesus turned the other cheek and I'll strike that one too
Am Em
A million little pieces will never be enough for you
Dm Em
But the only blood we spill, should be blue
[Pre-Chorus]
A C D A C D
A shotgun is a good substitute for mouthwash
A C D A C D
Drone controllers eat their lunch at their desktops
[Chorus]
Am Em
Why stop working if you enjoy what you do?
Dm Am
Jesus turned the other cheek and I'll strike that one too
Am Em
A million little pieces will never be enough for you
Dm Em
But the only blood we spill, should be blue
[Outro]
A C D x8
E G E D C D E D C B A
High Numbers
High Rise
High School Stud (...)
High Street Hymn (...)
High Tyde