“Are we humans or dancers ?” The Killers.
Either the dancer swinging unwillingly to the rythme of an uncertain system beating your life up,
Either a light soul, free as the wind, feeling life… If so, the human that you are dances on his own rythme, moving with harmony.
“Dancing In The Streets” The Supremes.
Feeling sad, feeling bad
Headphones on, playlist loading.
Alone in the highway, alone everyday, alone anyway.
Music moving, from ears to heart
Healing the hurts, cleaning the dirt,
Dancing moves follow, this feelin though
Putting this smile on the face,
People here eventually,
Never mind, cause they can testify I Am Happy,
You’re having a funky good time
Music is taking you high
You feel like flying
Your mind as light and free as birds
You’re reaching the skyline.
Expressing yourself is an obvious sign of humankind
Dancing is an obvious sign of expressing yourself.
Either the playlist goes slow or fast
Either you go up or down
As long music plays, life goes on anyway.