Mr. Peter Cooks here from Joy Division.
Well, in a new order. Peter.
We're gonna play Transmission.
Peter, this is for you, mate.
Where are the bloody lyrics?
I know where they are.
I know the lyrics, but fuck it.
Radi o, light transmission
Radio, light transmission
Listen to the silence, let it ring on
Night's dark with lamplights
brightened up the sun
We could have a fine time
living in the night
Blessed to drive destruction
waiting for our sign
We would go on as though
nothing was wrong
Hide from these days to remain all alone
Stay in the same place, remain in time
Touching from a distance
further all the time
Dance, dance, dance, dance,
dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance,
dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance,
dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance,
dance to the radio
We like to go loud when
the going gets tough
The things that we dream of
are longer enough
The language of sound is all that we know
To synchronize love to
the beat of the show
And we could dance, dance, dance,
dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance,
dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance,
dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance,
dance to the radio
Dance, dance,
dance to the radio
God bless Iain Curtis
and God bless the rest of them.