M.C. Hammer
Without lights, wihout glamour
I'm that kid obsessed with M.C. Hammer
I stick to myself and emerse myself
In rhythms and beats
Beats so rhythmic they make your heart dance, your soul sway
They transport you to a different dimension
I'm not typical, tho
I can't make beats, no matter how hard I try
And believe me, Ive tried
Every instrument
Cruising through drum upon violin, flute through trombone
I found something
Movement. Grace.
Things that stirred emotion, just as music
Weeping, laughing, smiling, yelling
All of it
Now
Dance videos I watch
Choreograph in my brain
But when I direct, it seems all in vain
It's stuck in my brain
The flicks, the glides, the jumps, bends, twists
The synch
In life there is no perfect unison
Nothing goes perfectly as planned
There is lots of discord and little harmony
But without certain clashes and moments of silence
Music cannot be
So just as my choreography
If you think of me, I am ideal
But in reality, I am far far from it.