Intro] (Le Shaker démarre direct, ultra-rapide. La cloche [Cowbell] frappe un motif asymétrique. Puis, la basse entre avec un groove ascendant, lourd, qui donne envie de bondir. Pas de compromis.) [Verse 1] [Vocal style: Sharp, rhythmic, shouting with a smile] Heavy winter leaving, now the windows wide Got that ancient fire burning deep inside No more heavy shadows, no more walls to climb We are stepping over to the summer time! Look at how the static turns to pure desire We don’t need your permission, we are spark and wire. Hear the brass expanding, filling up the street Turn the pavement open with your naked feet Nothing here is corporate, nothing here is fake Just the giant rhythm that we’re bound to make! [Chorus] [Explosion de cuivres éclatants et de guitares cocottes synchronisées] Catch the electric sunlight, let it burn the cold! This is something living that can not be sold! [Stop! Silence 1 beat — Seul le shaker continue] Feel the current jumping, make the engine roar We are breaking ceilings, we don’t use the door If you’re alive and moving, put your hands up high We are writing lightning in a heavy sky! [Verse 2] (La basse double son intensité, le Clavinet entre pour donner du grain) They wanted us quiet, they wanted us small But we built a stadium out of their wall Pouring out the spirit, pouring out the wine Every single second is a golden mine. Can you feel the friction turning into grace? Look at all the power in this crowded place. Shake the dust off, let the record spin This is where the matrix ends and we begin! [Bridge / Breakdown] (Tout s'arrête net. Seule la batterie joue un rythme de transe hypnotique. La voix devient proche, presque parlée, mais ultra-intense.) [Vocal: Intimate but powerful] Clap your hands once. Feel the pulse. Clap your hands twice. Free your soul. (Crescendo sauvage des percussions, les cuivres montent en volume...) I said... LET IT OUT! [Instrumental Solo] (C'est le moment George Duke : un solo de synthé Moog complètement fou, joyeux mais agressif, qui monte dans les aigus. Les trompettes balancent des stabs ultra-courts pour relancer l'énergie.) [Chorus] Catch the electric sunlight, let it burn the cold! This is something living that can not be sold! Feel the current jumping, make the engine roar We are breaking ceilings, we don’t use the door! [Outro] (Transe collective, des cris de joie ad-libs en arrière-plan style James Brown) Electric sunlight... (Can't be sold!) Feel the current... (Let it roar!) [
