My heart is a DJ

My heart is a DJ

Let me take you into my best underground,
Where I hold platinum vinyl and decks.
In ridges my feelings all hang on a solitary sound.
They are lit up with glitchy smoke effects.

I place the needle too close to the edge,
Then the endorphins begin a steady rush.
Lining up the next kiss, keeping it in step.
Feelings in here are banging and lush.

Trip, hip, hop into the next lovers dance.
Feeding in the beat by turning it up to eleven.
Mixing hardcore notes in an open fetish stance.
Rock and Roll fingers slide and send me to heaven.

I throw off plastic covers and vocal limits.
Hyper heart ballads are a quick solution.
To your hypnotising bass I submit,
I am thrown into a new evolution.

Sweet emotions pulse through my stereo,
They collide into my reality hangover.
I need different sets of downtime tempos.
A bursting realisation played out in electronica.

Decline the dance for the time being,
Analyse the sounds that hang in the music’s lie.
It is no longer rhyme but reason,
That I have got to be me, myself and I.