Some days,
there’s no choice but to trash the disco;
thrash on the floor,
grind on the floor,
move like a madman possessed.

Trash the disco!
Leave chaos in your wake,
a sense of having lived,
if but once,
with feeling.

Don’t be afraid of discord,
dissonance is only unexpected juxtaposition,
and no genius came without it.

Embrace entropy and love the changing days,
don’t be afraid to be yourself;
shatter the turntables,
break free from the same beats.

Love a little noise,
live a little life;
trash the disco!