Top Down - Dan Bull, Beit Nun

I’m basking in the sunlight, hi-hat sizzling

Snare cracking like it’s blasting in a gun fight

The pattern of the drum’s tight, kick pumping in your stomach

Something like the aftermath of a drunk night

Daft cunt, see I like music that has spunk

Thrash, pop, rap, punk, drazz-wop, jazz, funk

I’m beginning a vinyl collection

Thinking of buying all the decks and equipment then hitting the nightlife with

a vengeance

But I’ve got a penchant for sitting in silence

Headphones hugging my noggin, I’m nodding my head to the said tones

I might be flesh and bones, but when I do a verse

My vibrations disperse through the universe

We can see the frequency, percieve them through the channels

I need a deeper feeling please, leave me with the ammo

White noise, clean my teeth, weaken the enamel

Street life’s a squeeze like a needle to a camel

Please, I would leave in peace, retreating with the mammals

While leaves of trees are green at least, creeping in my camo

But a bee could see through these with ease, keys of a piano

Basked in light from black to white, from BC to Anno

Domini

There’s no questioning Ben as an artist

My musical palette’s not like yours

So the same brush I’ll never be tarred with

I’m a sucker for a Hendrix guitar lick

But not a purist though, Kendrick Lamar’s sick

Mate, head to the bar quick

And fetch me a large drink

I’m ready to get this cigar lit

Beer garden, start a party for the neighbours like

No sympathy, Marley and the Wailers, and Bacardi with a chaser

It’s getting late so it’s time to slip something a little harder in the shaker

Bit of Marvin on the playlist, then The Temptations

Followed by Smokey Robinson, we marvel at the greatness

I’m Syd Barrett on Interstellar Overdrive

I’m John Bonham in a hotel on a motorbike

I’m Ray Davies on a sunny afternoon

I’m Ian Curtis, I’m John Lennon, Bob Dylan and Keith Moon

Music helped me get through all I’ve been through

When just me, you, and the beat loop, how can I feel blue?

I’ve got videos and photographs if you need proof

I’ve lived, though I gave my plot away in the theme tune

Beit Nun up in your iPod docking station

Feel free to get up and leave if you’re not relating

But if you are, take a seat, I’m down for the long awaited conversation

Two bonding strangers have when they’re off their faces

Domini