Clyde Mar 28
The day has arrived
Much heavily awaited
For their sounds have been baited
Though our friends, Facebook, YouTube
Till we're forced to move
Simply from the good vibes
That the night somewhat promises to us

The night has arrived
Slow, people start to come
individually at first
Then, the crowd gathers
Eagerly waiting for the doors to open
The doors of heaven or hell
Two extremes that society has though us
"The songs of Satan", that's
what I was thought techno was
And that these
'songs of Satan'
Are for druggies, junkies
And those lost souls
Whom have given up on life

They were so wrong.
So juvenile
So conservative
There aren't lost souls
How can the be?
They hunger for life, to live
A chance to chase the rabbit,
not to hunt it,
But for the fun of the hunt
That rush, that excitement
How can they be lost to life?
Granted though,
Shady deals are made
With those who can provide the escape
And what did you expect?
For you see, where we're going,
Only a select few among us
Not gifted or special, but
Simply daring to
travel down that path to the unconscious,
to bring these demons to consciousness.

And face them in the dark
A darkness that's never silent

The light! It's on!
The rust to get in, to escape
This is by far not an addiction
But a drive for one's satisfaction
As the thumping, rhythmic treble
And the bone-shaking baseline
Get louder and stronger the nearer you get
Till you're inside,
greeted
Only by the comfort of the collective dark
And the sound slowly shakes your senses lose
And, with drugs to booth
You dive

Your body slowly
Repeats it's rhythmic steps
Through the vibrating rhythm
Faces start to blur
As you drop deeper and deeper
As that satisfaction for your vices
Slowly gets satisfied
Whether it's MJ, Coke, Mandy, Pills, Nicotine, Alcohol, Anything! or Sobriety
You slowly move your centre
Ether further in or out
Of focus  

And then, you're in; in that moment
You feel
Detached in your own world, yet connected with those around you
The DJ
Becomes the worlds safest puppet master
Your friends
The good vibes you vibrate off
The drugs
Simple tools to feel what life has numbed you from feeling
The darkness
The safe space where your true nature can come out
The baseline
Your guide of your oscillating frequency
And the melody
To which your mind latches onto as it sways in and out of focus
When everything's aliened
That little spot within yourself vibrates, buzzes
And, through blur, tear-filled eyes
the crowd moves in one unified frequency.

All at peace.
All calm.

All willing to feel,
And never go numb

The stress leaves
Worries, pain, problems
Slowly melt away
Along with your spinal fluid
but
as quickly as it starts

It stops.

The night passes in a blur
The lights are on
The darkness abolished
And you feel your insides
Slowly being demolished
From the exhaustion and the strain
Of hours of non-stop movement

And yet, what is this I feel?
This....vibe
it goes on
As if someones' hit that switch
and it's stuck, always on
Until once again, that itch
To return to the darkness , not for fun
But for peace,
For giving up that control

And trusting that tonight
The DJ will send you on their own unique journey
And all you and your friends have to do
Is hang on.

"You come inside one way, but I can guarantee you'll come out different"
A deep and sincere thanks to one of the greatest clubs in the Maltese islands, it's deep and heavily connected social network and to all those who, like me, have come to know the place as their 2nd home.
André Fernandes Apr 2016
Overwrite moments w/ 1s and 0s,
in binary mood,
until love is gone for good.

Do you remember when we
were 1 amongst many 0s?

What was once the sound
of a smile in your laughter,
tied together by sine waves,
will become empty 1s, empty 0s
after we press ‘Y’.

And the machine will
wipe the sectors for days,
until the cycles become unreadable,
and that’s when
our love will truly be gone for good.

Like a puzzle you try to solve
with the wrong pieces.

And now smashes the hammer.
Only the hit will tell
how gone for good our love will be.
A poem about losing something that you can't really recover. Like data in computers.
Aquilla Apr 2016
It's not just music, it's a vibe
And when that bass drops, we come alive
With the synth and the snare
We are all transported there
Our minds are in the DJ's hands
Our bodies are slave to his beats demands
This is our one true escape
And it's entwined with his soul into a mixtape.
effie ebbtide Jan 2016
@cyber
    @
punk
headset not
clear enough. can't receive circuitry
rewiring veins back to my
internal mainframe in which two
magnets start to spew out
dystopian propaganda. neon motorcycles
that can turn at any corner
dash through the streets.
concept? oh no
    @end
@
function
Nicole Bataclan Dec 2015
How long is now
This moment
Will last a lifetime

How long is now
My body endures the hours

But my mind took a halt

As soon as I entered the hall
I stopped minding the clock.

I shut my eyes
The goosebumps never lie

I awake in paradise
The soul dancing to the bass.

I lose myself
As much as find



Exactly who I am.

The music becomes
My second skin
I look around and
You too, have the same discipline

How long is now

We are infinite in this crowd

Then, I will remember your smile
Your heart sounds just like mine in Berghain.
Nicole Bataclan May 2014
Dance
Like you do not have a care
In the world
Dance
Like it is the only thing you care about
In this world
Of all ages
From many
Different places
We come together
Just for you
We become one
Tonight
For this music
We all love
To pursue
We are Generation Sven
You create the magic
And we are here
To dance.
--- Mar 2014
Why does music always have to
Be self expression or support some cause?
I just want to relax when I listen
Not consider my life
Or at least, not always

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