The Flow at 09:30 am

The Flow at 09:30 am
Coloured flashes never burned my eyes 
The way the dirty sun does 
On my way from the office, 
Through streets of bleached light, 
It came to me that what I had to do was 
To find the main flow and obstruct it 
It came to me that what I had to do was 
To find the main flow and obstruct it 

So I went to the cathedral. 
Nick-A was at the turntables as always 
The fans were already dancing like madmen 

So I went to the cathedral. 
Nick-A was at the turntables as always 
The fans were already dancing like madmen 
To the pulsating beat. 
It had a cashier-like quality 

A soundtrack working in verdant direction 
Mr. A kept chasing the flow with an ever-increasing BPM 
As the audience exchanged movements 
- bargaining for moves and grooves 
until power restrictions were enforced 
and the BPM sunk like a stone 

Coloured flashes never burned my eyes 
The way the dirty sun does 
On my way from the office, 
Through streets of bleached light, 
It came to me that what I had to do was 
To find the main flow and obstruct it 
It came to me that what I had to do was 
To find the main flow and obstruct it 

So I went to the cathedral. 
Nick-A was at the turntables 
The dancers were left in despair - discontented 
It was rumoured that some of them chose the red exit