...and as many that flow without stopping... There really isn't anything so hopeless. It's always endless, my love... Baby, that's right...
...it's enough to melt your body away. Leave it to your passionate instincts. Let's overcome anything and everything. Each time I touch you I get closer to you. I sense your feelings and I become fulfilled. I double check with my heart before it begins to race. I embrace you tightly...
End of session day, Rubin works away: I'm your source of song-destruction Tunes that hurt you ear, poor sound engineer Leaving spikes on my instruction Trust me you will see Volume’s all you need Dedicated to How I'll limit you
Compressing faster Limit your Master Your albums sell faster With a loud Master Master
Mastered by muppets, brickwalling your dreams Clipping, distorting and smashing extremes Ruined by me, you can't hear a thing… Just spiking snares, and auto-tuned screams Mastered Mastered Rubin’s my name, and I'll hear you scream Bastard Bastard
Need to mix this way, never you dismay ”Loud” makes death magnetic clearer Gain monopoly, ritual Waves L3 Squash your tracks til it’s severe Gate and you will see More and more dB Dedicated to How I’m killing you
Compressing faster Limit your Master Your albums sell faster With a loud Master Master
Mastered by muppets, brickwalling your dreams Clipping, distorting and smashing extremes Ruined by me, you can't hear a thing… Just spiking snares, and auto-tuned screams Mastered Mastered Rubin’s my name, and I'll hear you scream Bastard Bastard
Master, Master, where's the version I've been after? Bearded, Bastard, you promised only lies Blaster, Blaster, recorded on a ghetto blaster? Laughter, laughter, laughing at those highs Spike to me!
Lars ain’t worth all that – “natural” kick and hats Kirk adds wah without a reason Never ending phrase, Jaymz goes on for days Rob, your shirt is out of season… I’ll record til 5 (then) I will help you buy Sandals that suit you Now you look cool too
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End of session day, Rubin works away:
I'm your source of song-destruction
Tunes that hurt you ear, poor sound engineer
Leaving spikes on my instruction
Trust me you will see
Volume’s all you need
Dedicated to
How I'll limit you
Compressing faster
Limit your Master
Your albums sell faster
With a loud Master
Master
Mastered by muppets, brickwalling your dreams
Clipping, distorting and smashing extremes
Ruined by me, you can't hear a thing…
Just spiking snares, and auto-tuned screams
Mastered
Mastered
Rubin’s my name, and I'll hear you scream
Bastard
Bastard
Need to mix this way, never you dismay
”Loud” makes death magnetic clearer
Gain monopoly, ritual Waves L3
Squash your tracks til it’s severe
Gate and you will see
More and more dB
Dedicated to
How I’m killing you
Compressing faster
Limit your Master
Your albums sell faster
With a loud Master
Master
Mastered by muppets, brickwalling your dreams
Clipping, distorting and smashing extremes
Ruined by me, you can't hear a thing…
Just spiking snares, and auto-tuned screams
Mastered
Mastered
Rubin’s my name, and I'll hear you scream
Bastard
Bastard
Master, Master, where's the version I've been after?
Bearded, Bastard, you promised only lies
Blaster, Blaster, recorded on a ghetto blaster?
Laughter, laughter, laughing at those highs
Spike to me!
Lars ain’t worth all that – “natural” kick and hats
Kirk adds wah without a reason
Never ending phrase, Jaymz goes on for days
Rob, your shirt is out of season…
I’ll record til 5 (then)
I will help you buy
Sandals that suit you
Now you look cool too