We are gathered here to become united, maybe under the flag of an unknown country, of old times ancient times.
A harmonic society embedded in nature,
full of mysteries, with beautiful people. Sunk in the waters of the big Atlantic Ocean. Or maybe to become part of the sexual energy omnipresent in this world, creating life again and again.
We are gathered here to become united, maybe you’ve heard this was a Dionysian orgy, artistic sophisticated, so you can be here without fear, without risk. You can go into your ecstasies just move just dance. You will lose weight. Or maybe maybe you’re just lonely you are here in the hope you will not leave this place alone. That there will someone you can eat with, you can sleep with, just for one day one week, may be for the rest of your life, who knows.
We are gathered here to become united to get rid of one thing one image one picture one issue. One self. So move feel the rhythm, move slowly not to hasty. You hear the bass the synth and you dance. Just get rid of the I, I, eye, I, eye, rid of the eye, aiaia
And you concentrate maybe you close your eyes and you raise your arms and your feet will move in a straight pattern, try try try Get rid of the I, eye, I, Aia
May be may you won’t succeed, but anyway, any case: You will lose weight
Turn left
And make a bow
Then stretch your body
But do it right slow
Mind your neighbour
Mind your style
Mind the many ways we move
Mind your head and the rest; you’ll lose them for a while
So easy to get touched with passion
As easy as with a headphone, big screen
So easy to be wireless connected
In this groove
In which we move now
Turn right
And bend your knees
Make a circle
And look at me
Turn on
And feel nice
We’re the hero’s
of a happy life
Mind your neighbour
Mind your style
Mind the many ways we move
Mind your head and the rest; you’ll lose them for a while
So easy to get touched with passion
As easy as with a headphone, big screen
So easy to be wireless connected
In this groove
In which we move now
Turn left
Lose weight
Stay young
Think straight
Watch your neighbour
Connect the files
Live in the rhythm in which we move
Mind the rest in your head; you’ll lose it for a while
When in this place of self expression
All expressions are the same
Then in this age of self-possession
We will lose ourselves again
Turn right And bend your knees
Make a circle And look at me!
January 2004
Samples: turkish souffi music, Billy’s Bootcamp