T.V.
Remedy · Other Songs - Remedy
You're tellin' me everything's alright
You know you tell such filthy lies
The common cold's got nothin' on you
You're a disease from which I die
You make love to my senses
Tryin' to win my heart
I ain't got no defenses...I'm beaten from the start
You insult my intelligence
While you pat me on the back
You give me something with one hand
While the other hand takes it back
You make love to my senses
Tryin' to win my heart
I ain't got no defenses no...got me beaten from the start, yeah
You cater to ?? fantasy
The web you weave is strong
You make it so hard seein' black from white
Tellin' right from wrong
You brainwash me senseless
Tearin' my brain apart
I ain't got no defenses...you got me beaten from the start, yeah
You got me beaten from the start
You got me beaten from the start
You got me beaten from the start
You got me beaten from the start
You make love to my senses
You got me beaten from the start
T.V. by Remedy
Remedy's 'T.V.' stands as a defining track within the artist's catalog of electronic dance music, characterized by its driving basslines and atmospheric production. Released during a period where the group was refining their signature sound, the song exemplifies the genre's blend of industrial textures and rhythmic complexity. While often associated with the broader landscape of early 2000s electronic releases, 'T.V.' showcases Remedy's ability to craft immersive soundscapes that prioritize mood and groove over traditional song structures. The recording reflects the era's shift toward darker, more synthesized aesthetics, cementing the group's reputation for high-energy, club-oriented compositions that remain influential in the electronic music community.