Utah (/ˈjuːtɔː/ or i/ˈjuːtɑː/) (Arapaho: Wo'tééneihí' ) is a state in the Western United States. It became the 45th state admitted to the Union on January 4, 1896. Utah is the 13th-most extensive, the 34th-most populous, and the 10th-least-densely populated of the 50 United States. Approximately 80% of Utah's 2,817,222 people live along the Wasatch Front, centering on Salt Lake City. This leaves vast expanses of the state nearly uninhabited, making the population the sixth most urbanized in the U.S. The name "Utah" is derived from the name of the Ute tribe and means "people of the mountains" in the Ute language. Utah is bordered by Arizona on the south, Colorado on the east, Wyoming on the northeast, Idaho on the north and Nevada on the west. It also touches a corner of New Mexico.
Utah is the most religiously homogeneous state in the Union. It is home to the Salt Lake Temple, and approximately 60% of Utahns are reported to be members of LDS Church which greatly influences Utah culture and daily life.
Lincoln Barrett, better known by the stage name High Contrast (born 18 September 1979, Penarth, Cardiff), is a Welsh drum and bass DJ and producer.
Barrett grew up more interested in films and film soundtracks rather than music, and still cites Wendy Carlos's A Clockwork Orange soundtrack album and the Vangelis soundtrack for Blade Runner as defining musical influences. Whilst studying film making in Newport, he heard J Majik's Arabian Nights which turned the then 17-year-old Barrett on to drum and bass music. Barrett used to work in Cardiff's only electronic record shop, Catapult. A short time after he began to make music, he was given a DJ residency at Cardiff's drum and bass night, named Silent Running. During his residency at Silent Running, Barrett played alongside artists such as Grooverider and London Elektricity.
In June 2002, Barrett's debut album, True Colours, was released on Hospital Records, with "Return of Forever" and "Global Love" finding their way into the UK Singles Chart. His second album was High Society.
Places you said... hmmm
Well, I hink we could just talk about
Georgia New York Los Angeles Vegas Washington Utah
Paris Texas San Francisco Memphis
The punk club
Georgia New York Los Angeles Vegas Washington Utah
Paris Texas San Francisco Memphis
You could go from
Las Vegas to Georgia
and then we're going to Utah
from Palm Springs
to see the stars in the Low Desert
Back to Vegas
on our way back down to Chicago
That's a city
You know where
Or maybe it was in Washington
We were coming over
Southern Utah
We want to go to New York
And then Memphis
Maybe we could stop off in San Francisco
I'm not quite sure how that works but I like it...
Georgia New York Los Angeles Vegas Washington Utah
Paris Texas San Francisco Memphis
The punk club
Georgia New York Los Angeles Vegas Washington Utah
Paris Texas San Francisco Memphis
What can you do for me?
I need someone
What can you do for me?
I need you, I need you
You wanted the best
And you got the best
I want you
Push to the back to the front to the back again
Noses on the back wall, feeding in front of him
Push to the back to the front to the back again
Tunnel vision, I can't see
I want you
To start making sense again
Creature comforts, creature hopes
They've all been sold
Put it at the front, keep the rest behind
Until we grow old
I want you
To start making sense again
Look out Joe, here comes a cliche
Rock, a hard place, nothing to say
Ask me a question, what to do
I can't believe I listen to you
I want you
To start making sense again
I want you, I want you
Like making a record
Of beautiful music
With human voices
With human voices
Beautiful music
Beautiful music
Beauty right there, I tell ya
Beauty right there, I tell ya
Beauty right there, I tell ya
Beauty beauty beauty beauty beauty beauty beauty beauty
Beauty right there, I tell ya
Beauty right there, I tell ya
Beauty right there, I tell ya
Beauty beauty beauty beauty beauty beauty beauty beauty
Human voices
Hu hu hu human
Hu hu hu human
Hu hu hu human
Hu hu hu
Hu hu hu human
Hu hu hu human
Hu hu hu human
Hu hu hu
That don't even have to have lyrics
That don't even have to have
That
How wiggedy wack
How wiggedy
How wiggedy wack it is
How wiggedy
How wiggedy wack it is
How wiggedy
How wiggedy wack it is
How wiggedy wack it is
How wiggedy wack it is
That we were doing it by telephone
How wiggedy wack it is that we were doing it by
telephone
Dreaming a dream with me
(U-U-U-U-Utah! Utah Saints!)
Dreaming a dream with me
New gold dream
Ah she's the one in front of me
Sirens, I'm in ecstacy
New gold dream
Crushing these in fantasy
Setting sail in front of me
(Dreaming a dream with me)
New gold dream
And the world goes past
And the city takes
And the beach goes crashing
All around the wave
She is your friend
Until the ocean breaks
When you dream
Dreaming a dream with me
When you dream
Dreaming the latest dream
Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three, eighty-four
New gold dream
Setting sail in front of me
Worldwide on a wider screen
Dreaming a dream with me
And the waters part
And the city takes
And the beat goes crashing
All around the way
She is your friend
Until the ocean breaks
When you dream
Dreaming a dream with me
When you dream
Dreaming the latest dream
Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three, eighty-four
Here's the premise:-
An opera singer dies in the 1920s
and in her will
she says that she wishes to be buried at sea
and have all of her friends and lovers and family
and cohorts all there to see her off
in a giant party.
So they all get on this ocean liner
and they go out to sea to bury her
and to throw her ashes off
and then of course, you know
they run into refugees and chaos ensues
but...
There's a scene where they're also transporting a
rhinoceros
from one place to another
and the rhinoceros has gotten sick.
It's down in the steamroom with all the workers
and one of the opera singers
is standing on this balcony looking down
on to the greasy workers below, who are sweating
and decides to sing to them
and starts singing and then one of the other opera
singers comes in
and then they have a pissing match over who can sing
better and...
It's all for a sick rhinoceros and a bunch of greasy
workers
It's, like, classic Fellini
"Excellent"
O the beats y'all
Beats
Yeah
C'mon
Power, power, power to the beats oooh
To the beats y'all
C'mon
Power, power, power to the beats
Power to the beats
Power to the beats
Power to the people and the beats
Power, power, power to the beats
Power to the beats
Power to the beats
Power to the people and the beats
One two, one two- what you gonna do
One two, one two- what you gonna do
To the beats
Beats
Beats
Power to the people and the beats
Power
Check, check it out
Power, power, power to the people
Power to the people and the beats
Power, power, power to the people
Power to the people and the beats, beats, beatss oohh
Power to the beats
Power, power, power
Funky
C'mon y'all (make it funky y'all) x3
Get on down
I like it
I like the sound of funky music
Funky music turns me on
Funky music
Funky music
Funky music turns me on
It does something to my brain
I get a feeling deep down inside
Something like a rollercoaster ride
And I ain't ashamed to say that I feel alright
Funky music
Funky music
Funky music turns me on
People!
It does something to my brain
What it is I can't explain
Keep it right there, don't want to lose it
Ooh make it funky y'all
Funky music
Funky music
Funky music turns me on
It does something to my brain
I like the sound of funky music
Nighttime turns people into animals
Madmen
Dope fiends
Trippers
Pleasure seekers
Nighttime turns people into animals
Madmen
Dope fiends
Trippers
Pleasure seekers
Hustlers
Obsessives
Subverters
Pimpers
Hookers
Loners
Overdosers
Sirens
Nighttime turns people into animals
Madmen
Dope fiends
Trippers
Pleasure seekers
Hustlers
Perverters
Subverters
Pimpers
Posers
Voyeurs
Pleasure seekers
Zoo keepers
Nighttime turns people into animals
Madmen
Dope fiends
Trippers
Pleasure seekers
Sick
Nighttime turns people into animals
Madmen
Dope fiends
Trippers
Pleasure seekers
Trippers
Madmen
Hustlers
Sirens
Perverters
Subverters
Trippers
Madmen
Hustlers
Sirens
Pleasure seekers
Zoo keepers
Trippers
Madmen
Hustlers
Sirens
Neurotic
Overdosers
Trippers
Madmen
Hustlers
Sirens
Sick
Nighttime turns people into animals
Madmen
Dope fiends
Trippers
Pleasure seekers
Sick
Nighttime brings out all the rejects... sick...
Nighttime brings out sick... sick... sick... sick...
Nighttime turns people into animals
Madmen
Dope fiends
Trippers
Pleasure seekers
Funky
C'mon y'all (make it funky y'all) x3
Huh
Get on down
I like it
Ow!
I like the sound of funky music
Funky music turns me on
Funky music
Funky music
Funky music turns me on
It does something to my brain
I get a feeling deep down inside
Something like a rollercoaster ride
And I ain't ashamed to say that I feel alright
Funky music
Funky music
Funky music turns me on
People!
It does something to my brain
What it is I can't explain
Keep it right there, don't want to lose it
Ooh make it funky y'all
Funky music
Funky music
Funky music turns me on
It does something to my brain
I like the sound of funky music
It does something to my brain (x4)
Look out hon'
Look out
Look out honey cos I'm using technology
Look out honey cos I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology.
Technology
Ain't got time
Ain't got time to make no apology
Look out honey cos I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Look out hon'
Look out
Look out honey cos I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Look out honey cos I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Look out
Look out honey cos I'm using technology
Technology
Push to the back
To the front
To the back again
Noses on the back wall
Bringing out
The terrapin
Push to the back
To the front
To the back again
Tunnel vision
I can't see
I want you
To start
Making sense again
Creature comforts
Creature hopes
They've all been sold
Put it at the front
Leave the rest behind
Until we grow old
I want you
To start
Making sense again
Look out Joe
Here comes a cliche
Rock and a hard place
Nothing to say
Ask me a question
What to do
I can't believe
I listen to you
I want you
To start
Making sense again
Push to the back
To the front
To the back again
Noses on the back wall
Bringing out
The terror in
Ask me a question
What to do
I can't believe
I listen to you
I want you
To start