(Verse 1)
Dusty was a novice DJ
Struggling to beat match by ear
The clip clop of mismatched hooves galloping
Filled him with dread and fear
He had all the latest technology
Bells and whistles, the kitchen sink
By far his favourite weapon in the arsenal
Was his beloved Auto Sync
He embraced the chemicals and euphoria
And there's nothing wrong with that
But Dusty was also a sadist
Persistent with his pesticides, a really cruel twat
Swatting at the summer insects
Telling flies and mosquitoes to Fuck Off!
His greatest foe of all
Was the dusty loggerhead moth
(Chorus)
The bouncy basslines pumping
Sweaty smiling faces all around
Jaws chewing, eyes a rolling
Oblivious to biblical shit that's about to go down
The hi-hats are a jumping
The MC's shouting bollocks
The Almighty's feeling vengeful
The DJ's about to sprout a thorax
(Verse 2)
He reaches for the fly spray
That he'd almost forgotten he had
The light show would be amazing
If it wasn't for the moths making a stand
He fumigates furiously
Gassing as many as he can
They drop like big dusty chinooks
Choking over Helmand in Afghanistan
There's an electrical storm brewing
Over the festival tent
Dusty's about to feel the wrath of God
Well and truly repent
The build-up's stacking nicely
The crescendo of the rave
The Almighty points his finger
About to put Dusty in his place
(Chorus)
The bouncy basslines pumping
Sweaty smiling faces all around
Jaws chewing, eyes a rolling
Oblivious to biblical shit that's about to go down
The hi-hats are a jumping
The MC's shouting bollocks
The Almighty's feeling vengeful
The DJ's about to sprout a thorax
(Verse 3)
There's an electric crackle and buzz
Like he's got moisture in a port
Feeling like a caterpillar in metamorphosis
He blames it on the drugs of course
Antennas sprout like cordyceps
From his shiny sweaty head
Where there once was plentiful dandruff
There's now moth dust instead
His fingers sprout tarsi
As he tries to adjust the fader
A thickening blanket of dust
Making every move much harder
Now fully transformed
Just as the chunky bassline drops
The sweaty crowd don't bat an eyelid
And reach for the lazers, safe as fuck!!
(Chorus)
The bouncy basslines pumping
Sweaty smiling faces all around
Jaws chewing, eyes a rolling
Oblivious to biblical shit that's about to go down
The hi-hats are a jumping
The MC's shouting bollocks
The Almighty's feeling vengeful
The DJ's about to sprout a thorax
(Verse 4)
Dusty showed true DJ dedication
By not abandoning the revellers in the room
He finished his set diligently
Then flew off into the summer moon
So if pocket wasps harass you in summer
And leave you feeling downtrodden
Ensure you think before you strike
So Dusty's tale's never forgotten
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Comments3
A DJ bugged by bugs. Well done
Thank you so much Sorenbarret.
- Syd
You are most welcome
A truly brilliant story in lyric your rhyming is smooth like butter, I bet this took a while to write, very clever and your lines got more and more eccentric which really gives the reader the juice, imagery kudos and Syd, an excellent piece. 🌹
Hi Shirley, thank you so much for your continued kind comments and support. It took around two days to write/edit and around the same again for the video. It cost me a little for the pieces of animation but I don't mind as it's something I love.
I'm glad you picked up on the eccentric elements, as those are all very human traits. In case you're wondering about the pocket wasp, that's what my sister says whenever a wasp is bothering her and I happen to be there, I've brought my "pocket wasp" apparently. We're both far from normal my sister and I 😂
- Syd xo
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Nicely done
Thank you so much. I really appreciate your kind comment.
- Syd
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