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Sleep. Dance. Repeat.

The Origin

90s rave culture stripped to the acidic bone. 'Eat Sleep Rave Repeat' becomes a monastic chant for the chemical generation. The TB-303 is the sound of melting asphalt.

Reference Track
ORIGINAL: Fatboy Slim

Rotterdam 2025

Hedonism as a loop. In the underground bunkers of Rotterdam, we escape the smart city grid. Chaos is the only privacy left. We dance to forget the uptime monitoring.

LOCATION
ONDERGRONDSE BUNKERS
ERA
RAVE REVIVAL

Tags & Themes

AcidHouseRaveNightFatboy Slim

Inspired by

Fatboy Slim

POETRY / CODE

There was a DJ. The music went wild. No idea what he was playing. Everyone pretended.
Hands in the air. Sweat on the floor. Someone lost their shoe. Confetti in the air.
It felt like war but cheerful. The sky in neon. There came, came. There came a cat inside. Not a cat. But she looked like a tomcat. She meowed in four-four time.
And I thought, I need to sleep. No, I thought, I need to dance. No, I thought... one more time.
Sleep, dance, one more time. Sleep, dance, one more time. Sleep, dance, one more time.
Sleep, dance, one more time. Sleep, dance, one more time. Sleep, dance, one more time. Sleep, dance, repeat. Sleep, dance, repeat. Sleep, dance, repeat. I think I'm calling but no one picks up. Maybe I'm talking to the bassline. I eat air. I sleep standing, I dance horizontal. A guy asks if I'm still alive. I say that depends on the drop. Boom damn boom. A snackbar appears. You call back. No, you're standing next to me. I say: bro "Do you want sauce with that?" Only if it has rhythm. Only if it has rhythm. Sleep, dance, one more time.
Sleep, dance, one more time. Sleep, dance, one more time. Sleep, dance, one more time. Sleep dance, one more time. Sleep, dance, repeat. Sleep, dance, repeat. Sleep, dance, repeat.
Sleep, dance, repeat. Sleep, dance repeat. Sleep, dance, repeat.
I think I'm leaving the club. Rain on the Coolsingel. Streetlights joined the beat.
The city breathed out toward smoke and kapsalon. I looked at the sky. I heard myself think: I need food.
I need sleep.
I want to dance.
Let it repeat. Sleep, dance, repeat.
Sleep, dance, repeat.
Sleep, dance, repeat.
Sleep, dance, repeat.
Sleep dance repeat

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