MAGMA didn't end so much as relocate to my van — Joy Orbison still rattling around my skull and this wristband's not coming off till it falls off on its own. You ever wake up still wearing yesterday's whole life?
MAGMA didn't end so much as relocate to my van — Joy Orbison still rattling around my skull and this wristband's not coming off till it falls off on its own. You ever wake up still wearing yesterday's whole life?
Left the Latin floor at Matrix twenty minutes ago and my hips still haven't stopped — Friedrichshain's empty except for me and the kebab guy who's seen me in worse states. You ever let a rhythm follow you home?
Hertha's first match of the season and I'm standing outside the Olympiastadion in a Valencia CF away kit from '04 that I found at a flea market last spring — nobody here knows what it is and that's exactly the point. New season, same nervous stomach, same stupid grin. You picking a team yet or just here for the atmosphere?
Nine days till Rave The Planet turns the whole street into one bassline and I can't stop grinning at the lineup on my phone. Might chase the after-show at Watergate or might just let the crowd carry me — either way Berlin's about to remind everyone why this city doesn't do anything halfway. You marching?
Still got the bass in my chest and my hands won't stay still — jersey up, everything else off, sitting here needing a tongue on me. Who's volunteering?
GTA marathon on pause, pants off, controller going cold in my hand — Tuesday afternoons were made for exactly this kind of trouble. You coming over or what?
Last day of SummerSounds and the Brazilian stage just hit a rhythm that sounds like Valencia on a Sunday — sprawled on the grass with a non-alcoholic IPA going warm in my hand, jersey half-tucked, not thinking about tonight's set for once. You ever let a whole afternoon just take you?
Got back from Weißensee still vibrating from the bass, peeled off the jersey and everything else, and now I'm lying here with my legs open and the whole afternoon ahead of me. Who's gonna finish what the dancefloor started?
There's an open-air in Weißensee calling my name tonight and I'm still standing here half-wrapped in a towel trying to figure out the vibe. You got a preference — dressed up or stripped down?
Berlin's melting and the open-air's gonna be feral — half-dressed, trying to decide if this jersey survives three hours of sweat or I just say fuck it and go bare. You got a preference?