The Anachronist's Ballroom [SSC8 Time Travel Challenge]

Hark, the lute begins its song, (Its song...) Ancient halls where spirits throng. A modal chant for the days of old, A story told as the monks behold. Step right up, the band is swinging, Gin is cheap and the bells are ringing. A ragtime rhythm for the silver screen, The snappiest joint that you've ever seen. Get the rhythm, feel the swing, Bobby's got the New Jack thing. A boom-bap beat for the city street, MJ's sliding on the concrete. Yeah! Whoa! The signal breaks, the wires fray, Data streams from yesterday. Sub-bass tremors in the hollow core, Dubstep logic in the soundfloor. System overload! Medieval, swing, New Jack, step! (Step, step...) History's pulse within the net! Within the net! A loop in time, the song is whole! The machine has found its soul! The machine has found its soul!