The weekend.

The weekend

Riders in the night
Under the moon
Two soul rebels on bikes
Breathing in the trees and stars
Riding through all life fast
But not so fast as a train
Onto a palace built for a king
They came
See this river laced with lights
Ripple up a dance
Clothes sodden from the rain no regrets
Happy being wet makes happy daze
Hair dripping drips no worries
Managed to find a little doorway by the steps
Steps that led down to the river
Boats afloat spirit of the night
Her fires inside
Breathe in burning wood
mmm
That sweet heaven scented smoke
Time to skin up a Smokey Joe inside a handy doorway free from rain drips
Rizlas dry
Beside a tramps bottle no longer alone
Sweet life
this is only the beginning of the story of happy daze
dodging busses honking taxis
busy roads tree roots in glass a dream
meeting new people
beans toast tea for free forever sharing company
spilling beans is a sign of a first class jet setter making it in society
time to sleep nice dreams
the next day more things happened that i could say
finding the sweetest cherry in a tree
meeting artists and a lost monkey in brick lane
making eyebrows out of caterpillars
girls getting purple in a Camden bar
but i don’t want to take all your time
so lets skip all the way to the night
the party a rave yippee callo callay
musical journey through jungle and drum and bass
couldnt take me away
from the dj’s and live bands downstairs
find white rabbits in the mushroom patch
trippy lights
fuzzy patterns
floating bubbles all through the night
big paul giving bear hugs to each and everyone having fun
lifting us up high
you know your high when i bouncer tells you to keep your chatting down
savage!
for fear of disturbing sleepy London town
Big salute to the DJ
and at the end no goodbyes
just a loud cheerio
till next time
which happened pretty soon
well soon after we found the lost bikes
where did he spring from in a shop
cheeky hello
laughing away into the morning sun
like a silver cat fish spoon
flying to the moon
on which i broke my toe
so it made sense to skip the road
and get a train
cheerio soul rebel number one
it all worked out sweet
met a load of party people on the train
made me think
these are the days before the rave
happy monday
little mice
riding on trains
its so sweet that next week think i might train it all the way
so i can big up all the new ravers
ah is this your first time at the rave
happy daze
happy daze
your going to be going interstellar alligators
flying to the moon
happy daze
like imagine you were major tom floating in the galaxy
in a while mushroom child
yeh yeh stick with me
and you’re at this rave well ground control would be coming in
singing
ThE HoNeY mooNeRs have landed
This is your time
No inhibitions
Your time
Float free – happy happy daze
Crkkkk Repeat.. the honey mooners have landed, the honey mooners have landed over Ckkkck!