This is a poem about the club scene and the sound of days gone by. This is a poem about the nightclubs, the warehouse, the sound and the vibe. This is a poem about the DJs, the dealers, the dancers at the time. This is a poem about the nineties, the naughties and how it was, are you ready to ride? This is a poem about the techno, the garage, the chime. This poem is about no phones on the dancefloor, just smiles. This is a poem about connections, where ya from mate. This is a poem about getting sorted and dancing through the night. This is a poem about the early morning sunrise. This is a poem about the memories that will always survive. This is a poem about the vinyl, the slip matts, the mixer, way before AI. This is a poem of reminiscing and to keep the dream alive. Times will change, friends will come and go, memories will fade and die. But this is a poem about the club scene that was once a way of life.

This is a poem about the club scene and the sound of days gone by. This is a poem about the nightclubs, the warehouse, the sound and the vibe. This is a poem about the DJs, the dealers, the dancers at the time. This is a poem about the nineties, the naughties and how it was, are you ready to ride? This is a poem about the techno, the garage, the chime. This poem is about no phones on the dancefloor, just smiles. This is a poem about connections, where ya from mate. This is a poem about getting sorted and dancing through the night. This is a poem about the early morning sunrise. This is a poem about the memories that will always survive. This is a poem about the vinyl, the slip matts, the mixer, way before AI. This is a poem of reminiscing and to keep the dream alive. Times will change, friends will come and go, memories will fade and die. But this is a poem about the club scene that was once a way of life.