Sleep. Dance. Repeat.
The Origin
title: "The Inspiration"
This track is an original creation, inspired by the energy and rhythm of Rotterdam.
Reference Track
ORIGINAL: Fatboy Slim
Rotterdam 2025
title: "Rotterdam Perspective"
ONDERGRONDSE BUNKERS
This track is situated in ONDERGRONDSE BUNKERS, a place that captures the essence of Rotterdam in concrete and sound.
Why this location?
- Architecture: The modern lines and brutalist forms
- Energy: The constant rhythm of the city
- Identity: Rotterdam in 2025 – progressive, digital, confident
This track translates that urban essence into beats and melodies.
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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