Bring That Beat Back (GDR)

Description

In the twilight of a time   In the darkest hour   Whispers begin to tell of a figure emerging from the darkness   A being without a name, faceless and obscure   Part presence, part idea they say   As if the very force they describe has existed for eons   Dormant sounds awaiting a crowd   Beats of radical acts...   Disobedience, non-compliance spread among the people   At first fearful, then defiant, as the legend grows   Whispers turned to cries and the cries into screams   To empower the music of the people   In this place at about this time   You got two turntables and a microphone   This world needs a brand new freedom   Be the freedom   Be the hope   Even if it makes you blind   Be the light   In a land scarred by divisions, separated by borders, armed with nothing but vinyl, you are a DJ. Music brought us together, only to tear us apart- moving from region to region, you bring the music of the people to the people, sowing seeds of discontent, propagating rebellion, and bringing people together.   Cut up records like a samurai warrior as you move through the regions of what used to be a country, before he divided us, before we divided ourselves: from the Heartland to Isle Neon, Mt. Rock to The AM and Urbania.   Leave your fists at home, violence is for suckers.