Flash lights, the bass is low.
You move fast, and yes, I know.
Raise your glass, let yourself go.
We don’t need any words tonight.

Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
Keep it classy, dance like you mean it, hey.
Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
We don’t do messy, just move, don’t say.

(Oh-oh)
Don’t talk, don’t talk, don’t—
(Oh-oh)
Don’t talk to the DJ.
(Oh-oh)
Trashy no, classy flow.
Spin that track, let’s go.

Strobe lights hit, bodies in time.
You look too good, staying in line.
No small talk, no rewind.
Just bass, sweat, and shine.

Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
Hands up classy, dance like you mean it, hey.
Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
We don’t do messy, just move, don’t say.

(Oh-oh)
Don’t talk, don’t talk, don’t—
(Oh-oh)
Don’t talk to the DJ.
(Oh-oh)
Keep that glow, feel that show.
Spin that track, let’s go.

Keep your vibe, don’t lose control.
Feel the beat, it feeds your soul.
Let the rhythm make the call.
The DJ’s world — that’s all.

Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
Keep it classy, dance like you mean it, hey.
Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
We don’t do messy, just move, don’t say.

Turn it up, don’t explain.
Lose the name, keep the flame.
Don’t be trashy, don’t talk to the DJ.
Just move, don’t say.

Don’t talk to the DJ

Turn the lights… turn the lights down low.
Can you feel it? The static in your soul.

Glass on the floor, reflections twist and bend,
Shadows in my pulse that I can’t defend.
Heartbeat stuttering, color bleeds through sound,
Every step I take spins the world around.

Hold your breath, it’s closing in,
Losing track of where I’ve been.

Welcome to the neon spiral,
Where the madness feels like home.
We’re dancing in denial,
But we never dance alone.
Electric nerves on fire,
Losing sense of what’s real,
Caught inside the neon spiral—
And I love the way it feels.

Mirrors hum a tune I swear I’ve heard before,
Every thought a wave crashing to the floor.
Static on my skin, rhythm in my bones,
Every light that flickers carves another tone.

Touch the glass, the edge will glow,
Don’t look down, just let it go.

Welcome to the neon spiral,
Where the madness feels like home.
We’re dancing in denial,
But we never dance alone.
Electric nerves on fire,
Losing sense of what’s real,
Caught inside the neon spiral—
And I love the way it feels.

Breathe in static, exhale flame,
Spin the thought, forget your name.
In the dark the sirens call,
Catch me laughing as I fall.

Welcome to the neon spiral,
Where the madness feels like home.
We’re dancing in denial,
But we never dance alone.
Electric nerves on fire,
Losing sense of what’s real,
Caught inside the neon spiral—
And I love the way it feels.
(Repeat softly → fade)
“Spiral… spiral… set me free…”

Welcome to the neon spiral

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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