Madras Melody Surge

(tha-ki-ta tha-ka-di-mi) Footsteps dancing on the temple stone

A golden flame in a world of chrome

We find the groove in the dust and air

Traditional strings taking over the square

From the quiet street to the festival crowd

Let the ancient drum play loud

Singing out, we feel the rhythm take the lead Everything we want

and everything we need Dancing on the beat of a thousand suns

(hey, hey, hey!)

Hand-carved wood and polished brass A timeless sound that will never pass

Now the electronic currents flow

To the rhythm

that our people know

From the quiet street to the festival crowd

Let the ancient drum play loud

(tha-ka-di-mi tha-ka-jo-nu) Voices rising through the night

(tha-ka-di-mi tha-ka-jo-nu) Shining in the golden light

Singing out, we feel the rhythm take the lead Everything we want

and everything we need

Dancing on the beat of a thousand suns (hey,

hey, hey!)

Dancing on the beat of a thousand suns...

(tha-ki-ta tha-ka-di-mi)