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Disco znana tak¿e pod nazw¹ muzyka dyskotekowa – gatunek muzyki popularnej, g³ównie, choæ nie wy³¹cznie, przeznaczony do tañca w tzw. dyskotekach. Szczególnie popularny w drugiej po³owie lat siedemdziesi¹tych XX wieku. Pocz¹tkowo albumy disco produkowane by³y wy³¹cznie dla u¿ytku DJów. By³y to zazwyczaj 12 calowe winylowe kr¹¿ki, najczêœciej zawieraj¹ce ograniczon¹ liczbê instrumentalnych utworów. Wczesne utwory dyskotekowe by³y bardzo rytmiczne i w³aœnie rytm, czêsto generowany elektronicznie by³ dominuj¹cym w tej muzyce. P³yty te by³y odtwarzane w zmiennym tempie tak, ¿eby umo¿liwiæ wolne lub szybkie tañce. Gdy niektóre dyskotekowe przeboje zaczêto graæ w czasie audycji radiowych, wiele z nich zyska³o du¿¹ popularnoœæ. Sk³oni³o to niektórych artystów muzyki pop do nagrywania piosenek w stylu zbli¿onym do muzyki dyskotekowej. Te grane na dyskotekach, w radio i sprzedawane w postaci nagrañ zyskiwa³y du¿¹ popularnoœæ. Wkrótce te¿, oko³o po³owy lat siedemdziesi¹tych tak zmodyfikowana muzyka disco sta³a siê dominuj¹cym stylem w muzyce pop.

He looked funny
The children called him the scarecrow
An old raincoat
And baggy trousers and sneakers
he found at the dump
Oh, but if you bothered to look
There was something behind the rags
Oh there was a look in his eyes
It was something you'd never forget

He lived badly
A broken shack on the railway
An old moggy
The only one who replied
When he talked to the walls
Oh we didn't understand
We were fooled by the dirt on his face
Oh we were human then
We were searching behind his disgrace

Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you go to your homes
Why don't you keep to yourselves
I'm tellin you
Why don't you leave me alone

You're never gonna realise
When all you do is criticise
You're never gonna make it work
You never seem to get enough
You crumble when its getting rough
You're never gonna make it work
I'm tellin' you there'll come a day
You're gonna blow yourselves away
It's wrong that I should interfere
I just get in the way

Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you go to your homes
Why don't you keep to yourselves
I'm tellin you
Why don't you leave me alone

Deep into the night
He was working by the light
of the candle by his bed
on the theory in his head
He was building from the junk
that he rescued from the dump
And when he turned the power on
There was a sound and he was gone

Oh in the gray of the dawn
We discovered the thing he was working on
Oh we didn't understand
The future was Old Mister Time
Future was Old Mister Time
Future was Old Mister Time
Future was Old Mister Time
Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time....)
Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time....)
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