The microphone connects the people to the place, call signs and signatures running down the wire. What is this sound? Beats like sound, sounds like beats.
Placing records on the turntable like mats at the door. A quick dusting of your feet and your into to the fray. Headphones down, listen to that sound. People gather around, people move to that sound.
EQ, crossfade, trim pots and kill switches. FX channels loaded to feedback, do you hear me holla, calling out the sound, this sound. Beats like rhythm, rhythm like beats. How many feet can you move on this groove.
Its cutting, fights break out on the edge of the set. Hustles take place on a seconds grace. Switches fly as the LED lights lick loops. Compressors kick to stop amps from a clip. Whats the reason for this sound?
Deeper and deep the night lurks. Stumbles and fumbles are replaced by a rolling down a tumbling. Here comes that last step, the final edge before dawn, the beats long to be deep. Hear that sound, what do you call that sound?
The sound of one night like this re-run a hundred times. Which night was the right night? This sound or that sound, it all sounds like a sound.
Is that you calling, is that your reckoning. Do you dreams of beats? Do you dance with your feet? What's your beat? Sounds like dream when you sleep.
