"I remember what me dad said to me: 'You don't know where you're born.'
I promised meself I'd never say that.
I like you two. Y'know, you're good lads. You're one of your own. But you don't know where you're born.
I mean, look around ye. There's no jobs, no apprenticeships, no future, no nothin'. We're in a recession. The pound now means fuck-all unless you get out there to make it yourself. And most of ye's just sit back in apathy. A'ight, y'know you got your Playstations and your tinternets and your mobile phone and all that but that's nothin'. That's just smack for your generation, m'iright lads? I mean you got two choices: ye either sit back and let it happen or you stand up and make your voice be heard.
I mean look at your history. Your yippes, your punks, skinheads, nobheads all, rockers, acid heads, ravers - we had a voice. Where's the voice for your generation?
Now I was a proper raver. Clubs were our churches; it was a religion. We didn't just sit back and let it happen, y'know what I mean? Carpe diem. Seize the day. Don't sit back and let it happen. You get one chance. Take it, grab it. It's cat-and-mouse, this game.
You don't know where you're born.
Let me tell you the ten commandments about being a raver.
Number one: you know that old saying, 'location, location, location'? Well that's dead right, boys.
Number two: gain entry by any means necessary.
Number three: fear nothing. Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Number four: send the word out to those who believe in it.
Number five: it's not where you're from; it's where you're going.
Number six: reject the mainstream.
Number seven: find the BEST soundsystem.
Number eight: the rule is, never fail.
Number nine: you have to make sure the music is bang-on. You can't have a revolution if the music isn't right, y'know what I mean, boys?
Number ten: it's your choice. Find your own voice."
I promised meself I'd never say that.
I like you two. Y'know, you're good lads. You're one of your own. But you don't know where you're born.
I mean, look around ye. There's no jobs, no apprenticeships, no future, no nothin'. We're in a recession. The pound now means fuck-all unless you get out there to make it yourself. And most of ye's just sit back in apathy. A'ight, y'know you got your Playstations and your tinternets and your mobile phone and all that but that's nothin'. That's just smack for your generation, m'iright lads? I mean you got two choices: ye either sit back and let it happen or you stand up and make your voice be heard.
I mean look at your history. Your yippes, your punks, skinheads, nobheads all, rockers, acid heads, ravers - we had a voice. Where's the voice for your generation?
Now I was a proper raver. Clubs were our churches; it was a religion. We didn't just sit back and let it happen, y'know what I mean? Carpe diem. Seize the day. Don't sit back and let it happen. You get one chance. Take it, grab it. It's cat-and-mouse, this game.
You don't know where you're born.
Let me tell you the ten commandments about being a raver.
Number one: you know that old saying, 'location, location, location'? Well that's dead right, boys.
Number two: gain entry by any means necessary.
Number three: fear nothing. Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Number four: send the word out to those who believe in it.
Number five: it's not where you're from; it's where you're going.
Number six: reject the mainstream.
Number seven: find the BEST soundsystem.
Number eight: the rule is, never fail.
Number nine: you have to make sure the music is bang-on. You can't have a revolution if the music isn't right, y'know what I mean, boys?
Number ten: it's your choice. Find your own voice."
"nobheads all"???
ReplyDeleteI think you mean "Northern Soul"!!!