TV On The Radio - DLZ

Artist: TV On The Radio
Track: DLZ
Album: Dear Science
Year: 2008
Some may recognize this track from the popular TV series Breaking Bad. It played in what became my favorite scene out of the entire series. The song had a lot to do with that. That being said, this song automatically makes you feel awesome whenever you listen to it. Especially when driving. From the almost primal beats to the slowly building vocals to finally trailing off with a haunting whistle. In between is a whole mess of percussion and voices that somehow manage to electrify the music. Click here for lyrics & link!  LYRICS:
Congratulations on the mess you made of things On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings. And oxidation is the compromise you own But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved La la la la la la la-ah-la La la la la la la la-ah-la La la la la la la la-ah-la La la la la la la la-ah-la You force your fire then you falsify your deeds Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead La la la la la la la-ah-la La la la la la la la-ah-la La la la la la la la-ah-la La la la la la la la-ah-la

This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows, the smoke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost Eternalized. Objectified. You set your sights so high. But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever Never mind Death professor Your structure's fine My dust is better Your victim flies so high All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next Never you mind Death professor. Love is life, My love is better. Your victim flies so high Eyes could be the diamonds Confused with who's next Never you mind Death professor. Your shocks are fine, My struts are better. Your fiction flies so high, Y'all could use a doctor Who's sick, who's next? Never you mind Death professor. Electrified, my love is better It's crystallized, so am I. All could be the diamond Fused with who's next This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever LINKS:
   TV On The Radio's Website: http://www.tvontheradio.com/     TV On The Radio's iTunes Store: http://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/tv-on-the-radio/id6562624