Years of music equates to hours of unrelenting ecstasy. Visceral phenomena bridge the gap between real reality and pure real fantasy, teetering on the edge of perception like so much audible garbage piled too high in the collective psychic refuse bin, poised for collapse.
If flow with overwhelimg sensory overload, touch the skies, If you dance like its the last night on earth, if you run with extacy and let the music be the face of your life, you will meet your god.
Each beat is a little bit closer to completion, that little bit closer to all those hidden memories, all those secrets, that higher place, you see it, you can hear it, now you need to feel it. ~ Trance.
smoove.
If flow with overwhelimg sensory overload, touch the skies, If you dance like its the last night on earth, if you run with extacy and let the music be the face of your life, you will meet your god.
Each beat is a little bit closer to completion, that little bit closer to all those hidden memories, all those secrets, that higher place, you see it, you can hear it, now you need to feel it. ~ Trance.
smoove.
