Music Video

Gogol Bordello - Tribal Connection (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gogol Bordello
Gogol Bordello
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eugene Hutz
Eugene Hutz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Victor Van Vugt
Victor Van Vugt
Engineer

Lyrics

Where there's a music should be comin' out of every car
There is a silence all over downtown
Where community and celebrations should be aroused
I walk the sterile gardens, life is on pause
(Here it is)
No can do this, no can do that
What the hell can you do, my friend
In this place that you call your town?
(Hey!)
No can do this, no can do that
What the hell can you do, my friend
In this place that you call your town?
I guess you can't expect much from the hometown
Well, I don't know if you can even call it your own
When they don't want you to get near excitement
And in protest to that you just stay home
(Here it isn't home)
(Hey!)
No can do this, no can do that
What the hell can you do, my friend
In this place that you call your town?
(Hey!)
No can do this, no can do that
What the hell can you do, my friend
In this place that you call your town?
Hey!
Party, party, party, party, party, party
(Yup, it's that Indiana)
Party, party, party, party, party, party, party, party
(Home of convention)
Party, party, party, party
Party, party
On intersection of all dimensions
Where I was stoppin' by just for a drink
I meet a brother from tribal connection
And together we began to sing
We gonna turn frustration into inspiration
Whatever demons are there, we gonna set them free
Such is the method of tribal connection
Of our fun-loving, restless breed
I wanna walk this Earth like it is mine
And so is everyone in our fun-lovin' tribe
C'mon, man, is that real so much to ask?
From all these goddamn Nazi-feudals
But I'm gonna take it to community
'Cause I want everyone to see
There never was any conspiracy
And we are all here simply to sing (Hey!)
No can do this, no can do that
What the hell can you do, my friend
In this place that you call your town?
(Hey!)
No can do this, no can do that
What the hell can you do, my friend
In this place that you call your town?
Hey!
Well, there's a music should be comin' out of every car
There is a silence all over downtown
Only in the intersections semi-alive
Outskirts are sedated, me gone
Written by: Eugene Hutz
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