Dancefloor Disassociation

Dancefloor Disassociation

 

 

The late eighties and early nineties were my domain

but I was too square for rave and too scared of drugs

so it was off to Clwb Ifor Bach we trooped

with pounds in our pockets and hope in our hearts.

Sticky floors and loud music, sick in the bogs!

I wasn’t but it was always there, in the urinal or on the floor.

Some band that we’d come to talk over.

The S4C actors we admired and wanted to be

thinking “What must it be like to play for a living?”

My mates were all having fun or so it seemed

but I was starting to disassociate, to switch off and wind down.

Not in a chilled out fashion but in a “What is the point kind of way?”

They can’t hear you talking over the din and this is not the place

to discuss Mao’s Red Book or the impossibility of Welsh Independence.

I was shit scared of girls/women and the more I drank, the crazier I became.

I wanted to talk about revolution

they drank their Bacardi and thought I was insane.

Almost always leaving early for the shuffle and stagger down Westgate Street

It was what everybody did so I did it too

but I hated it.    

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