I am just a simpler raver laying in the fields with glowstick and some candy these are the
tools i wield.  Afraid of the rave act that might destroy us all no more raves this
summer, winter or fall.  I am afraid the scene has moved for Kansas City to the far east
in St. Louis to far to large for a simple raver like me.  Now will the world crumble and
fall maybe make fools of us all but i don't care you know why the underground breathes
and is still alive.  I might fly away to Chicago or some morose place just to seek my
scene i misplaced.  Amsterdam, Holland, Germany and Canada have no laws against ravers
for these countries may happen to be our saviors.  Too bad this city is dry and gritty
just confetti sits still on floor gathering dust venues shut down because of too many
busts.  Damn this infernal coporate pirates they steal our golden scene.  Well with this
i spin and fly in the wind searching for the next rave, the next electronica festival the
next place to dance the night away, dance the stars away, dance until late miday...Here a
lonely raver travels with glowstiicks in hand and candy all packed say goodbye to scene
because wells are dry and clubs have been ransacked. Let us retrun underground where the
scene is still on to the wharehouses back north where the party began and see the sands
of time slip through our hands.  A Kansas City raver packs his candy, his beads, his
wings, his colorful things, his pacifier, his bracelets, his glitter, his goggles, his
vicks inhaler, his hemp beanie and sets them a flame for the world is the one to blame
now lost in the work force zombiefied away no more will the electricfying beats play the
drums hit say goodbye to trance, to jungle, to all electronica sound here the last pound
of the drum...thump..clap..thump.......(silence)  Final beat whistle sounds police raids,
dea warrants, banning clubs, arresting, charging, sentencing all because I am a simple
raver