Raver named Annie

Went down town to a party,
met this little raver named Annie,
me and her we getting swingy,
swayie, feelin' kinda horney,
looking kinda sexy,
gettin' kinda lively,
juke box jury, jump up-jivey
jungle in the place to be.
So we took to dancin',
prancin' findin' ramancin' in the city,
with my pretty annie;
felt kinda good,
like the movies say it should,
so I asked her if she would,
stick around for a while,
let me show her my style
ranked up there with the best around,
and when you live in london town,
you know the style is deep down underground,
below the surface, below the streets,
through the muttering retreats of Soho,
back street Leicster square,
London lives for those who dare
to stare the world squarly in the eyes,
that to me is what this is all about,
the bass lines booming the signals going out,
what the MC's chattin' all about,
what is this place all about?

So I turned to annie and asked her what she thought,
she stared me in the eyes, said she'd teach what she'd bin
taught,
that the Devil lives under any guise,
But that the Devil is a beast who's taught the wise,
I saw the Devil in her eyes.
I saw deep dark places,
deep dark thoughts,
mirrored, frozen faces, battles being fought,
far of places and lessons she'd been taught,
dreams been shattered, worries being wrought,
confidence battered, but this girl now taught.

The Devil in the form of God,
a witch in control of a wondrous wand,
A darkside horror that polished up Gold,
a buyer now who's souls been sold,
a fallen frailty, who's now become bold,
never now to grow old.
So I reached out and touched this girl,
who words revealed the darkside world,
whose lips once loved the lasting night,
Who saw in me her dawns first light.

Connection.
Reflection.

The Ressurection.