Djjapp777
Bluelighter
Hey, I thought I'd post this again in memory of Buzz 
which has been shut down, a rave venue that took place at Nation (#1 club on east coast) in DC on Friday nights. This is the place where u can see a famous DJ every godamn week, sometimes more, and party your ass off in a fantastic place full of all kinds of people. It will be missed. Fuck the Government!
We're all just hermits in one strobe-lit shack,
Hands in the air poised back to back,
Swaying to the sound of inner and outer music...
Introduced...
We're all just hermits in one strobe-lit shack,
Sanctuary for chemists to build their growing spice rack,
People among people, real among zeal...
Begin...
Dance among the forests of herbs and stocky spotted fungus,
travelling shops with cell phones setup who advertise among us,
Our shack forest is drug-infested, happy, and clean.
And Fall...
But not all are wise, and rise, and sway
They took their powder disc and forgot the way
So it cost them once, and again they pay...
Climax...
A faker drops dead, straddling the caboose,
The monitors monitoring, all hell breaks loose.
The congressmen rally and the policemen yell,
Pounding on the doors of our thumping shell.
The roof begins to crack like an aged paper fan,
Falling to the worst weapon, the mouth of man.
10,000 dancers raise a roof with just their left hand,
the right planting the truth into the fertile sand.
10,000 left legs rest on a battered knobless door,
10,000 right legs continue the dance on the grassy moist floor.
But the beans begin to sprout and there is color once again,
Sprout - reality unimagined much mightier than the pen...
10,000 neon hands grab a stalk and ride the elevator,
Under the stars, above the world, and above the instigator,
the vine's peak puncture the clouds, destination natural...
Continue...
Should I really tell the unimagined of our underground playground?
can you dream truthful voices and the thumping melodic sound? As-
Jim enjoys his winged feet and the grace of his robo-walk
Susan obviously shows signs of Jack and the 'bean talk'
Larry is massaged by Tom, Dick, and Mary
Barry gives a supernova star show to a half-dazed Sherry
Carry is happy for the memories of her dog she had to bury
Raymond and Beverly clasp each other.. for they are to marry
Do you see it...
Those of you who clasp to this feeling for the oxygen high,
You bear the weight of whitestone wings that cannot be used to fly,
So take your last deep breath when you inhale that final vapor,
For you will tumble and be pierced by man's tombstone skyscraper.
For those of you who clasp and know to let go,
sleep easy on the shrinking stalk, returning so slow,
responsibility and moderation are the only measure,
before returning to the governor's home of anti-peer pressure.
Why...
A trillion dollar debt but he chooses to borrow,
Starvation of children and the cities of sorrow,
but $1 billion for us, $1 billion tommorow...
Come down...
We're all just hermits in one strobe-lit shack,
An anomaly of people, a toothless wolfpack
With eyes so white we see through brick
Ignorant ignoramus if we had our pick
The sun wavers and arrives after warming the rest,
The birds chirp and search for an undestroyed nest,
10,000,000 with briefcases invest and infest,
10,000 dancers gladly rest...
The shack is now lit with an incredible light,
A mellowness of clarity of inversed white,
The unconscious breaths of 10,000 soar,
Hugging each other on the sleeping floor,
At night they will arise and continue the fight...
With...
Their numbers growing..
their minds the might..
No rabid signs showing..
of the bureaucratic bite..
Like blue sky flowing..
there's no end in sight..
as they fall asleep mumbling..
Ravers unite...
And so we wait...
THE END of Beginning
which has been shut down, a rave venue that took place at Nation (#1 club on east coast) in DC on Friday nights. This is the place where u can see a famous DJ every godamn week, sometimes more, and party your ass off in a fantastic place full of all kinds of people. It will be missed. Fuck the Government!We're all just hermits in one strobe-lit shack,
Hands in the air poised back to back,
Swaying to the sound of inner and outer music...
Introduced...
We're all just hermits in one strobe-lit shack,
Sanctuary for chemists to build their growing spice rack,
People among people, real among zeal...
Begin...
Dance among the forests of herbs and stocky spotted fungus,
travelling shops with cell phones setup who advertise among us,
Our shack forest is drug-infested, happy, and clean.
And Fall...
But not all are wise, and rise, and sway
They took their powder disc and forgot the way
So it cost them once, and again they pay...
Climax...
A faker drops dead, straddling the caboose,
The monitors monitoring, all hell breaks loose.
The congressmen rally and the policemen yell,
Pounding on the doors of our thumping shell.
The roof begins to crack like an aged paper fan,
Falling to the worst weapon, the mouth of man.
10,000 dancers raise a roof with just their left hand,
the right planting the truth into the fertile sand.
10,000 left legs rest on a battered knobless door,
10,000 right legs continue the dance on the grassy moist floor.
But the beans begin to sprout and there is color once again,
Sprout - reality unimagined much mightier than the pen...
10,000 neon hands grab a stalk and ride the elevator,
Under the stars, above the world, and above the instigator,
the vine's peak puncture the clouds, destination natural...
Continue...
Should I really tell the unimagined of our underground playground?
can you dream truthful voices and the thumping melodic sound? As-
Jim enjoys his winged feet and the grace of his robo-walk
Susan obviously shows signs of Jack and the 'bean talk'
Larry is massaged by Tom, Dick, and Mary
Barry gives a supernova star show to a half-dazed Sherry
Carry is happy for the memories of her dog she had to bury
Raymond and Beverly clasp each other.. for they are to marry
Do you see it...
Those of you who clasp to this feeling for the oxygen high,
You bear the weight of whitestone wings that cannot be used to fly,
So take your last deep breath when you inhale that final vapor,
For you will tumble and be pierced by man's tombstone skyscraper.
For those of you who clasp and know to let go,
sleep easy on the shrinking stalk, returning so slow,
responsibility and moderation are the only measure,
before returning to the governor's home of anti-peer pressure.
Why...
A trillion dollar debt but he chooses to borrow,
Starvation of children and the cities of sorrow,
but $1 billion for us, $1 billion tommorow...
Come down...
We're all just hermits in one strobe-lit shack,
An anomaly of people, a toothless wolfpack
With eyes so white we see through brick
Ignorant ignoramus if we had our pick
The sun wavers and arrives after warming the rest,
The birds chirp and search for an undestroyed nest,
10,000,000 with briefcases invest and infest,
10,000 dancers gladly rest...
The shack is now lit with an incredible light,
A mellowness of clarity of inversed white,
The unconscious breaths of 10,000 soar,
Hugging each other on the sleeping floor,
At night they will arise and continue the fight...
With...
Their numbers growing..
their minds the might..
No rabid signs showing..
of the bureaucratic bite..
Like blue sky flowing..
there's no end in sight..
as they fall asleep mumbling..
Ravers unite...
And so we wait...
THE END of Beginning
