Fatboy Slim - Radioactivity

This is a perfect cover. I don't know what you people think is wrong with it but if you expect to hear a cover that tries to copy the original artists' version rather than distinguishing itself then you really do have bad taste in music.

Great cover!

ugh! I think I'll be sticking to the original.

or maybe a siouxsie/creatures track. this has been done a lot better and 20 yrs ago, to boot.

the real pearl

kraftwerk is dated and overrated. this sounds like an experimental song by blondie. i used to love the fatboy, but now its stale. he should cover KMFDM's Godlike. spice things up again after 20 years. not just rehash, rehash,

igazi gyöngyszem

Nothing beats the original but a nice cover anyway.

mortimafia

and all the polish people are here because madame curie:)

this is actually futuristic ,great poem

When Hip-Hops selling perfume (and) Boy bands are selling grief
The Bluesmen market life insurance Just one foot underneath
Jazz has come to nothing But transparent handkerchief
Everything is Anything to Anyone

The Butcher sells you pantyhose The Supermarket sells you land
The Newsreader likes to read the news But he's also in a band
And Feminism's fast asleep With a cock in each hand
Everything is Anything to Anyone

Modern, modern man is a man of many mates
So we decorate, we imitate We duplicate our greats
It's the sound of Octopuses Giving infinite high eights
Everybody's business is show business

And the indoors want you Oliver The outdoors want you Oddie
The bank they want a Tex or Hank The mic' wants Pavarotti
Kitchen, garden, wardrobe Property in the sun
Everything is Anything to Anyone

The newspaper sells you holidays The travel shop sells you sand
The local vicar saves your soul But he also saves the damned
Nothings black and white no more Just permanently tanned
Everything is Everything to Everyone

Locate, locate, locate Locate the victim's house
Swap the wives and take their lives And turn them inside out
Nothing left in closet, nothing left to doubt
Everything is Anything to Everyonw

Modern, modern woman's juggling many knives
Duplicating, imitating other people's lives
To the sound of a million whistling wolves
From the grounds of a thousand building sites
Everybody's business is show business

While the thin are getting thinner
The big are getting bigger
Till 5 and 75 year olds
Worry 'bout their figure
The big are getting bigger
The thin are getting thinner
Till everyones looking (everyone's cooking)
At everyone else's dinner

And we shave our heads To make us look thin
Till the whole fuckin' earths this fat, bald Skin
Till the fitness instructors And the owners of the gym
Are siegheiling down From the balcony of the trim

And this Your Space-My Space Their Big Mouth
Turns Everything Outside Inside Out
And Your Tube-My Tube Everybody's Spout
Everything is Anything and Owt is Fucking Nowt

And the neighbor of the chauffeur Of the brother of the act
Is helping selling papers By omitting just one fact
That he doesn't really know them But what he knows for sure
Is everybody's hands Are in everyone else's knicker draw

With Easter eggs in January and Christmas lights in June
Anything that's barely over's coming back real soon

Some folk call it gluttony, some folk call it greed
It's just a million fucking pigeons to a single grain of seed

.!ï.

BRILLANT