Rhythm calls
no turning back
Night ignites, 
we’re on the track

The party just begun
The party just begun
Raise your hands
we become one

Circuit hearts, 
endless flight
Lost in sound, 
alive tonight

The party just begun
The party just begun
Raise your hands
we become one

We rise from the floor
And we want mooooooooooooooooooooore

The party just begun
The party just begun
Raise your hands
we become one
we become one
we become one
we become one

The party just begun

Lights in the alley, bass hits hard and low
I’m Ricky stepping out, the mask is on show
City’s pulse beneath my feet, you feel the kinda heat
This game I run, no retreat, you know you’re beat

Ricky Spanish

I’m the shadow in the limousine, smile crooked, grin so wide
In the open floor, I deal the cards, the night’s my private ride
You whisper hate but you crave my laugh, you follow where I roam
Everybody’s looking at the man they said they’d never know
Ricky in your zone, bass line shakes your spine
When I move through the streetlight glow, your secrets become mine

Ricky Spanish

This is the game, this is the game
Ricky’s city, feel the flame
This is the game, this is the game
Bass hits hard, you know my name
This is the game, this is the game
In the alley-club we claim our fame
This is the game, this is the game
Ricky Spanish drives the plane

Ricky Spanish

Four-to-the-floor kicks and your heartbeat syncs, club neon, concrete floors
I lean in close, the DRAM-like beat, you’re begging for encore
My laugh echoes, cheap perfume, the sirens sound in your mind
You thought you knew the rules before, but I change them every time
Mask off, mask on, identity gone, you’re left chasing my trail
When the bass drops, the crowd erupts, you know you’re in my jail

Ricky Spanish

This is the game, this is the game
Ricky’s city, feel the flame
This is the game, this is the game
Bass hits hard, you know my name
This is the game, this is the game
In the alley-club we claim our fame
This is the game, this is the game
Ricky Spanish drives the plane

Ricky Spanish

Whispered deals behind the lights, concrete jungle feeling tight
I take your fear, I take your pride, the city knows I never hide
Your body moves but your mind’s a slave, to the rhythm I engrave
Ricky Spanish in your mind, the game you lost, you wish you'd played

This is the game, this is the game
Ricky’s city, feel the flame
This is the game, this is the game
Bass hits hard, you know my name
This is the game, this is the game
In the alley-club we claim our fame
This is the game, this is the game
Ricky Spanish drives the plane

Ricky Spanish

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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