Polished shoes, mirror vibe,
Every glance a coded bribe.
Neon drips across your hair,
You move like you own the air.
Silver sweat, champagne grin,
Every spin pulls me in.
Talk that slick, sugar flame,
Baby, we’re one step from fame.

Don’t rush, don’t fake that flair,
Groove slow — we’re almost there.

It’s that electric game we play,
Flash and rhythm in display.
Hands up high, hearts collide,
Two bright sparks won’t hide.
Keep me spinning round your name,
Caught inside this electric game.

Velvet beat under skin,
You talk sweet, the night begins.
Gold reflections on the wall,
Every secret starts to fall.
Push the tempo, lose the plan,
Let the music take command.
I see truth in every move,
You and I were built for groove.

Don’t rush, don’t fake that flair,
Groove slow — we’re almost there.

It’s that electric game we play,
Flash and rhythm in display.
Hands up high, hearts collide,
Two bright sparks won’t hide.
Keep me spinning round your name,
Caught inside this electric game.

Turn the dial, feel the shine,
Every step rewrites the line.
No pretend, no control,
Just the beat inside our soul.

It’s that electric game we play,
Flash and rhythm in display.
Hands up high, hearts collide,
Two bright sparks won’t hide.
Keep me spinning round your name,
Caught inside this electric game.

Electric game (Boogie Revival 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.

Electric game (Boogie Revival reload)

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