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Freaky folks with ithcy feet, people who will dance till their feet bleed ;}, people who are not afraid to let themselves go, people who like to watch, people who like to scream, people who lose themselves in sweat drenched glitter spewing dreams, people who see life in 4D, people who refuse to be told what to do, people who laugh at themselves, people who laugh with other people, people who smile, people who bite, the neon hippies and the creatures of the night
We're dancers, we buzz of it all and can slink to just about anything (except Gabba....)
Once upon a far away time From a small town in the ‘Shire, There lived two ink stained school girls Who would whisper Plot Conspire.Their feet could not stop twitching So in secret they would meet, To sate themselves in witchery Twist to strange exotic beats;These treats Were fleeting fancy, Flighting fragments of retreat Hidden lifelines in the basslines That gave flesh to bone THE MEAT.....Back in lessons they would lessen Lean back inside Vague glassy eyes, The realities of the nineties (And the boredom they despised)Pretentious trivialities were not an unfamiliar theme, The stagnant air of hometowns Stung their lungs Flung silent screams.But the dream throbbed in the distance (A shuddering instance Of hope and resistance) A violet mist began to spread Fingers twitched in their insistenceIn those secret sacred sanctums They’d hurl themselves against the world With fists and feet they’d pound the ground Cast red dust from the earthThey knew Knees bruised Chest heaving In time They’d be prime And be leaving.......tbc
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