In this heyday of
the DJ
In the race for
recognition we are blinded by ambition
Our thirst for a
position will dismiss the musician
Raise to fame is
put to shame when we want to get into the game
And lay a claim to
a name just to proclaim our fame
In this heyday of
the DJ
Scoop the loop and
play the turntable be the prince in your own fable
With all the
costumes you’ll be able to be the star in your own stable
Keep on repeating
the beat fill our ears with sweet deceit
The music master
becomes obsolete as we delete the art of the drumbeat
In this heyday of
the DJ
You will see all
it takes is money to live the life of honey
All sticky and
gooey and runny like a joke that’s not really funny
Any one can spin a
platter and fracture the skin of matter
The assassin will
flatter like a harlequins made chatter
ã2007 Jan
Van Gold/Socan