Disco Dancing In the 90's
by McCutcheon(BAM! BAM! BAM!)
It’s a night like other siren nights
(BANG!)
-the sun is not playing god, but there are strobes everywhere
(FLASH! FLASH!)
Warm breeze of August fills the air
the warehouse I approach is different
-glitter girls are on the loose making the walls sweat
(BAM! BAM! BAM!)
this is a Rave,
(wwwWWWWhhhhHHHHoooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo!)
feels so good now.
the warm breeze mixes with;
hash
smoke tobacco ganja
no cries of sadness
I can hear from here and I’m not there yet.
I can sense the vibe
I get up the walk way
pass the bouncer man
hired by Joe the plumber.
I see old Joe the plumber man,
bent over the keg of cheap beer
he drinks the beer because it’s his job
everyone else is on a certain kind of dove
His butt crack is showing
it looks like a broken heart,
young girls line up to talk to Joe
they want to buy wee pills
to make their heads explode
Joe is the cupid of the underground.
He understands how we like it.
Doing drugs with beautiful young girls
there is no way to die
we will live forever
Two good looking his and hers look at each other
they don’t talk white label politics
they kiss
their lips wet and roving, tongues swallowing
but a boy in drag and a girl who doesn’t shave her legs
discuss dick licking and cock sucking
they both need to fuck cunt and don’t know it
I walk into the chill out room
mixed metaphors are doing the 69
is she a blonde, is she a brunette, she is both
biodegradable spun by the DJ
the dancers are on plastic bottles of water
old Joe talks disguises
I try to hide
heeding Joe’s advice
I end up in the funky Drum n' Bass room,
lights are on and off
music plays loudly
music is turned off,
and on.
Bang goes the bass and the drums
waltzing faster that a pussy cat chasing it’s tail
I find that Techno Trance with the European flavor
this is where it is at for me.
My MDMA starts to work
girls I’ve seen on nights like this before surround me
they are beautiful but I don’t chat them up
waves of synth pound on me, through my head
it takes control and I let it
I know how to relinquish to the sound
zestful power of beats
smiling helps
and later hugs with the Sloth
kisses with love of a certain girl
coming down helps if you can be embraced
but that is later
right now I dance
we can’t die as long as we dance
(BAM! BAM! BAM!)
this is a RAVE!
(BAM! BAM! BAM!)
I am no longer a raver
It’s a four letter word to me
Bounded in stupidity
But I’ll never stop the dancing
That’s the main thing
It’s a night like other siren nights
(BANG!)
-the sun is not playing god, but there are strobes everywhere
(FLASH! FLASH!)
Warm breeze of August fills the air
the warehouse I approach is different
-glitter girls are on the loose making the walls sweat
(BAM! BAM! BAM!)
this is a Rave,
(wwwWWWWhhhhHHHHoooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo!)
feels so good now.
the warm breeze mixes with;
hash
smoke tobacco ganja
no cries of sadness
I can hear from here and I’m not there yet.
I can sense the vibe
I get up the walk way
pass the bouncer man
hired by Joe the plumber.
I see old Joe the plumber man,
bent over the keg of cheap beer
he drinks the beer because it’s his job
everyone else is on a certain kind of dove
His butt crack is showing
it looks like a broken heart,
young girls line up to talk to Joe
they want to buy wee pills
to make their heads explode
Joe is the cupid of the underground.
He understands how we like it.
Doing drugs with beautiful young girls
there is no way to die
we will live forever
Two good looking his and hers look at each other
they don’t talk white label politics
they kiss
their lips wet and roving, tongues swallowing
but a boy in drag and a girl who doesn’t shave her legs
discuss dick licking and cock sucking
they both need to fuck cunt and don’t know it
I walk into the chill out room
mixed metaphors are doing the 69
is she a blonde, is she a brunette, she is both
biodegradable spun by the DJ
the dancers are on plastic bottles of water
old Joe talks disguises
I try to hide
heeding Joe’s advice
I end up in the funky Drum n' Bass room,
lights are on and off
music plays loudly
music is turned off,
and on.
Bang goes the bass and the drums
waltzing faster that a pussy cat chasing it’s tail
I find that Techno Trance with the European flavor
this is where it is at for me.
My MDMA starts to work
girls I’ve seen on nights like this before surround me
they are beautiful but I don’t chat them up
waves of synth pound on me, through my head
it takes control and I let it
I know how to relinquish to the sound
zestful power of beats
smiling helps
and later hugs with the Sloth
kisses with love of a certain girl
coming down helps if you can be embraced
but that is later
right now I dance
we can’t die as long as we dance
(BAM! BAM! BAM!)
this is a RAVE!
(BAM! BAM! BAM!)
I am no longer a raver
It’s a four letter word to me
Bounded in stupidity
But I’ll never stop the dancing
That’s the main thing