Where the hell am I?? This is the 16th time I have looped Benga's "Night": it is dub-step lubed up and slipping down my mind till I don't know where I am anymore: running to the top of a tall, twisty waterslide just to get back down again for the hard splash: in a brain-scan room watching my thought-rhythms on some crazy MRI monitor: jumping off buildings after too many drinks. Wherever it is you'll have to come catch me first, motherfuckers, cause I'm listening to something dark and slippery. Gone.
Link: "my name is benga, how do you do?" Benga Myspace
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