People talk to me about the old days.

They say...

They want to go back.

Back to the happy days of house.

They say.

I want to go back to the days before clubs had medics.

You know?

Before they had a special room to skip the switching pitches.

Switches.

Drips and stretches are not disco accessories.

Oxygen drips and stretches are not disco accessories.

We can stand still.

I'll go forward.

We can stand still.

I'll go forward.

If we can stand still, I'll go forward.

I say, we can't go back.

The drag queens say to me, I want to go back to when Chinese were ruling.

When heels and lipstick meant something.

with people dressed up to go out.

Today, people go out to get fucked off and know nothing about weaker maintenance.

I want to go back to when people hugged in clubs.

And felt the love.

You didn't need ten pills just to hit the dance floor.

They had smiley faces on their t-shirts.

The cocaine queen, they say to me.

They want to go back to the days before GHB, Crystal Meth and Co.

Taking a clock and a pipe and a syringe to the disco?

Honey, that's hard work.

Drugs are supposed to be fun.

We can stand still.

We can stand still.

Go forward.

I say.

Oh, that's nice.

I say you don't understand the time-space continuum.

Have you seen Doctor Who?

Well, it's made up.

It's fictional.

This is not a time machine.

It's a nightclub.

We can't go back, go back.

We can stand still.

Go for good.

We can stand still.

Go for good.

We can stand still.

Go for good.

We can stand still.

We can stand still.

Good.

Good.

Good.

This isn't Nadia.

Can't go back.

Go, go, go, go.