Lie on the turntable
The work of JayDee
Millions of remixes
Melodic to me.
Valley remix and nonstop remix
Radio edit and Tribal version
They travel the world,
From America to Persian;
Jazzy and rhythmic
Like thumping on a floor
The beat is amazing
I crave for more.
It’s like a turning wheel in your mind
grinding up your thoughts
It’s playing the turntable of our mind
It is the music of the gods.
P.S. To Dad who loves “Plastic Dreams”
Plastic dreams
Where will you find them?
Certainly not a land
With smiles, giggles and beams
You could rampage the music genre
And ransack the plastic recycle bin
But you will not find Plastic Dreams
Anywhere, I dare.
You could steal every turntable
Or peek into the speakers
But I dare say you won’t find them,
Because no one is able
Plastic Dreams is in our minds
To rejoice when we are musical
It turns the turntable of our minds
But is a tune no man could define
Plastic Dreams is in our heart
To blare from the stereo of our love
It turns the turntable of our feelings
Unknown to man, but bringer of delight
Enchanted Insanity 