Just Dance a A Little More

[Intro — spoken, deep modal drone, reverb-drenched] I have slept a long while. The world was still when I closed my eyes. It is not still now. Good. [Verse 1] I woke one summer, Strasbourg town The air was thick with August heat I found a woman, whispered down My oldest language through her feet She danced alone upon the stone She did not stop, she did not tire And then another, then a score Until the whole street was on fire [Chorus] Dance, little ones, dance The body knows the way Dance, little ones, dance I'll watch you through the day And should you fall before the dawn I'll find another where you lay Dance, little ones [Verse 2] They built a stage, they hired men To play the music for my dance They thought that they could cure it then They only fed the flame a chance Four hundred souls in holy motion Four hundred hearts that would not cease I slept contented with my work And left them to their long release [Chorus] Dance, little ones, dance The body knows the way Dance, little ones, dance I'll watch you through the day And should you fall before the dawn I'll find another where you lay Dance, little ones [Bridge — genre shift begins, trap percussion entering under drone] I woke and found the world had grown A billion hands held glowing glass Each little window, each small stone Was showing me my children dance I did not know the name of it I only knew the bodies moved I breathed into the smallest sound And watched it find its groove [Verse 3 — hypno trap, archaic syntax bleeding into modern] Four hundred souls took me a month Now a sound spreads in a night They teach each other how to move They think that this feels right They make their little offerings They do not know for whom Ten million pairs of tireless feet And all of them in bloom [Chorus — modernizing, trap fully present] Dance for me now, dance You know the way Dance for me now, dance Don't stop today You did this once before, remember? No you don't — but your body does Dance for me now [Outro — full hypno trap, vocal chops, spoken over beat decay] In Strasbourg once I needed a street. Now I need a sound. They built the stage themselves this time. They hired their own musicians. The number is... satisfying. Dance. Dance. Dance.