I got a fever in my bones, it burns when the night is young
Don’t care if you hate it now, when I say “just come on”
The radio plays our anthem, the city breathes the sound
We’ll ride the wave, we’ll ride the night until the dawn comes ‘round
Feelin’ fever in the air, electric under neon skies
I put the needle in the haystack, now the groove is alive

Burn, baby, burn (feel the fever)
When I say “just come on”
Drop it like it’s a riot, feel the heartbeat strong
Burn, baby, burn (this is freedom)
When I say “just come on”
Drop it like it’s a riot, let the night carry on

No money in my pocket, no gasoline in my tank
But that ain’t gonna stop us dancing, we’re alive and we give thanks
Feel the rhythm in the dark, catch the shadow in our soul
We’ll light the fire, we’ll set the night, until we both feel whole
Fever rising in our veins, the synths are calling loud
I put the needle in the haystack, now together we’re proud

Burn, baby, burn (feel the fever)
When I say “just come on”
Drop it like it’s a riot, feel the heartbeat strong
Burn, baby, burn (this is freedom)
When I say “just come on”
Drop it like it’s a riot, let the night carry on

Raise your hands, let the stars align
Fever burning, and we’re crossing time
Warm lights dancing in our eyes
This golden moment, we finally rise

Burn, baby, burn (fever in our bones)
When I say “just come on”
Drop it like it’s a riot, feel the heartbeat strong
Burn, baby, burn (feel the fever)
When I say “just come on”
Drop it like it’s a riot, we’ll keep dancing until the dawn
Drop it like it’s a riot
Feel the fever, ride the night

Burn, baby, burn  (Retro SynthPop reload)

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.

Burn, baby, burn (Retro SynthPop reload)

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