http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtUVQei3nX4
*Side Note: here is the poem I wrote back in 2005 when this song first came out.
The Memory of Dance
Drums pound rhythmic sounds-new yet so familiar
Pulsating rhymes-penetrate my mind
Dance instinctively moves my body
I am overcome
I am one
with the music
-Visions of contracting mid-sections
Rotating, gyrating hips
giving praise to the goddess above
None of the movements are new,
just recycled and re-used, but no longer for good
The when and why's
no longer matter
just intoxication movements devoid of purpose
Antiway..My random thoughts..okay back to your scheduled programming
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