From Streaming To The Stage: How Music Discovery Is Changing Concert Culture
Sasha Mednikova - 28 Aug 2026
John Foxx Dancing Like A Gun
Oh, do you get the smell of burning metal? Can you feel that heartbeat under the sea? Well it's just me and Oppenheimer waltzing With crowded streets in chromakey And all the glow boys in their lipstick and shadows And gold leaf on their delicate skins Well they can filter through your curtains like nerve gas They leave their laughter on the wind And we're dancing Yes we're dancing We're dancing like a gun Nothing I can see looks like an exit So I'm making you into a door You've been a guaranteed constant companion for so long I'll almost miss you when I go And there's silence in your silver passing And stardust scattered over your breasts Then I looked around and found All the faces of the world As the ballroom floor gets fused to glass And we're dancing Yes we're dancing We're dancing like a gun We'll walk in the silent places In the wake of the storms Swim through our own cathedral Trailing the dawn Dresses of light and ashes Proud in display Lovers and enemies All waltzing in the waves Oh we're dancing Yes we're dancing We're dancing like a gun
