The Eternal Ones and Twos

Spinning round, right round,

Beats pounding down.

Synth pops and bass drops,

Until the feel of our feet

Grinding ancient dances to modern beats,

Becomes the ritual of a thousand voices

Woven into Ouroboros dreams and shimmering skin.

Where does the music end

And we begin?

Let the ones and twos spin…

Fingers push needles down

Upon the captured voices of legendary bards

Baiting us in,

While melodies raise the hair

On our collective skin.

Heels grinding down

The ashes of our loves and sins.

Where does the music end

And we begin?

Let the ones and twos spin…

Hands all raised,

Gods of vinyl crying out

For the prayers of sweat and sway.

Time is only kept within the music,

Losing track for every member of this tribe

Of night and day.

We embody the freedom of the rhythms we take in.

Where does the music end

And we begin?

Let the ones and twos spin…

Feel the electric carnival,

The sweet danger of the chemicals

That rush in our blood,

Pushing us forward

Through all the tumult of our lives.

The relentless thrum of sweet release,

Making us give in.

Where does the music end

And we begin?

Let the ones and twos spin…

May we one day have the whole world

Dance upon the remnants of our bodies,

Sending us to the endless cosmic sounds

That vibrate in the starlight,

And shake within the ground.

We began as stardust scattered on the winds,

And we are the Yang searching for its eternal Yin.

Where does the music end

And we begin?

Let the ones and twos spin…

Let the ones and twos spin…