Sunday 20 March 2011

An Ode To Rave

Blinding headlights on fast country roads,
the excited youth in buzzing hordes,
fuzzy stereos blasting distorted bass,
the passenger's getting off their face,
cheap shellsuits and overpowering aftershave,
crushed cans, pre-drinking outside the rave,
an empty warehouse with sticky floors,
ostentatious classless girls dancing like whores,
second hand smoke, second hand sweat,
stale ale spilling onto all already wet,
the music is building to a crescendo,
a deafening progression of in vogue electro,
ringing eardrums and close proximity,
pills being swallowed in a life of toxicity,
the crowds are being hyped by the MC's improvised rhymes,
they are all living for these good vibes, these good times.

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