The Flow At 9 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