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Middle Aged Ravers

We used to meet front left of the dance floor
Now we meet back right
We used to stay up for days on end
Now we rarely make it through the night
 
We used to go heroically high
And we used to go epically deep
We used to brag about our levels of consumption
Now we brag about our hours of sleep
 
Coz we’re the middle aged ravers
Whom fortune once favoured
We should know better
(but we don’t)
 
We used to lose our inhibitions
We used to lose our minds
Now we just lose our marbles
And stumble around half-blind
 
We used to rage like digital demons
And groove like analogue nuns
We used to travel to the thirteenth dimension
But now we just wanna have fun
 
Coz we’re the middle aged ravers
Whom fortune once favoured
We should know better
(but we don’t)
 
We used to take it to the limit
And then shove it into overdrive
We used to cruise at 148 bpm
Now we rarely make it past 135
 
We used to be the cool cat’s whiskers
We used to be the queen bee’s knees
Now we’re just the old dog’s bollocks
(but they still taste good to me)
 
Coz we’re the middle aged ravers
Whom fortune once favoured
We once knew better
but now we can’t even remember
what the original question
was



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   © Stephen Hancock 2023                                                                                                                                                                Energy is Eternal Delight