BAM!

Clap—clap— pah!

Funk overheating, strobe lights in diagonals…

Go!

Hey lil’ sister, you slid across the dancefloor,

Your steps spark— frtch! — more and more.

Your leather jacket plays the talkbox,

Your hips are driving all the jukeboxes.

POP!

Your smile makes the spotlights glitch.

Beautiful day— beau— beau—

to— to— to— boom— start again.

White wedding? Nah: funk wedding.

Who you vibin’ with?

Who you slidin’ with?

Your vice is a laser beam.

Your wishes make the dust breakdance.

Your sneakers moonwalk on the tiles,

Looks like you stole a piece of sky.

BAM— bass restarts —

Groove in triple somersault.

Bring—me—

bring—me—

…or not.

Funk mode randomized.

Lil’ sister, come back in the circle,

we spin, we twist, we carve sparks in the air.

We remix the night into confetti,

we change the rules without warning.

I searched for your shadow in the neon glow,

you were in a corner challenging the horizon.

Day— day— day—

(bass insists: doom-doom)

Beautiful day to— WAH!

— start again.

TA-DA-DA-DAAA!

The wah-wah guitar answers:

wakka-wakka-wak—

then stops cold.

Silence.

Heel drop.

We restart.

Nothing sure? Who cares.

Nothing pure? We improvise.

Spin the Earth with your elbow,

reset the world with a smile.

Find the beat that sticks,

the groove that never lifts off.

We got it.

We hold it.

We go again.

Beautiful day to break every counter!

Beautiful day to repaint the heart!

Beautiful day to jump into the light!

Funk Sister — we restart the world tonight!

One more loop— more— more—

slap slap slap —

the bass laughs, the brass applaud.

We dance until everything defragments.

END… still grooving.