Turntables and Swords
Arieltke
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I see them from behind my booth.
Jumping to my beat.
My oscillator turned to 10.
Frank Sinatra has nothing on me.
This swift sword I swing across the crowd
Chopping heads as they raise their arms pumping fists in glory or hope.
It’s my beat.
I made it.
Slow it down a little.
Make their souls tingle.
Make the hair on the back of their necks stand up in attention.
To me.
No it’s not me.
It’s my music.
It’s my Transatlantic Tribal Bass Pumping through Their Soul.
I Know – It makes their Nipples Hard.
No. That’s just me.
This is my booth.
Everyone wants to know the DJ.
Jumping to my beat.
My oscillator turned to 10.
Frank Sinatra has nothing on me.
This swift sword I swing across the crowd
Chopping heads as they raise their arms pumping fists in glory or hope.
It’s my beat.
I made it.
Slow it down a little.
Make their souls tingle.
Make the hair on the back of their necks stand up in attention.
To me.
No it’s not me.
It’s my music.
It’s my Transatlantic Tribal Bass Pumping through Their Soul.
I Know – It makes their Nipples Hard.
No. That’s just me.
This is my booth.
Everyone wants to know the DJ.
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