Narrative & Festival Context
Festival Program Note
During what should have been a cooldown, the rig spins back up on its own. BPMs snap to attention, melodies surface fully formed, and the lights lock into patterns no one programmed. No DJ steps forward. No hand touches the console. The festival, fully awake now, decides it wants to dance.
Track Dedication
Dedicated to the scene-keepers—the promoters, resident DJs, volunteers, workshop hosts, forum mods, flyer designers, afters parents, and “hey, you good?” humans who keep a culture alive without turning it into a fortress. The ones who remember what it felt like to be new, who answer dumb questions with real answers, who tell people where the water is and which room is safer, who introduce strangers like it’s normal, who make space for awkward joy and first-time courage. You don’t guard the gate. You hold it open.
You turn music into a commons instead of a contest. You build the group chats, the playlists, the ride shares, the local nights, the practice sessions, the zines, the little rituals that make a scene feel like home. You show up when there’s no headline and no clout—just community maintenance—and you do it anyway. This track is for the ones who contribute beyond fandom: the builders of belonging, the friendly infrastructure, the reason people stay long enough to become family.
Lyrics – “FELTWARE v1.7 (The Dance Machine)”
Official lyrics are provided below for reference. For a synced or formatted version, you can also visit
Musixmatch.
Boot sequence complete
Cogs online
Feltware Festival
Activate
Three, two, one (Hey)
(Hey, hey) I'm the dance machine
Turn my gears, make my lights go green (Hey)
Felt and steel on the beat so clean, run
I'm the dance machine
(Hey)
(Hey)
I'm the dance machine (Hey, hey)
I'm the dance machine
Turn my gears, make my lights go "ding" (Hey, hey, hey)
Felt and steel on the beat so clean (Run, run, run, run)
I'm the dance machine
I've got rat feet sweeping under your spins
Picking up the night where the glitter lands in
I've got Whatnots clipped to the trussline beams
Caught a pin check, keeping time, keeping dreams
I saw a leading man freeze right on two
But I held the grid 'til the drop punched through
I've got a daredevil stuck in comment wars
So I mute the noise and I open doors
I don't breathe (I don't breathe), I sidechain
I don't blink (I don't blink), I pulse again
My veins are cables, my nerves are comms
My bones are truss and my heart is drums
Every hand, every role, every unseen scene
Feeds the heart of the machine
(Hey, hey, hey) I'm the dance machine
With cables, crew and a kick drum team (Hey)
(Hey, hey, hey) Every shift makes the night run clean
From the gate to the drop
I'm the dance machine
I'm the dance machine
I've got a limiter wall with a Sweetums grin
Catching the hits so the peace stays in
A walking crossfade, a grounded hum
Holding the line so the hearts can drum
Janice in the bubble where the fear turns soft
Counting every orange 'til you get un-lost
Breathe in, babe, yeah, it's a cosmic detour
The pads are rain and the landing is sure
I don't judge (I don't judge), I align (I align)
I don't shout (I don't shout), I hold the line
Every stumble, every save, every small unseen
Turns the gears of the machine
I heard a rigger's heartbeat skip in the dark
I saw a roadside clerk relight the spark
Beauregard ran the night back into one
Signal restored when the set said "done"
I don't fall, I reroute
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) I'm the dance machine
Turn my gears, make my lights go "ding" (Hey)
(Hey, hey, hey) Felton steel on the beat so clean
From the rat pack to the truss line
From the med tent to the main line
From the gas pump to the peace again
I'm the night and you're my friend
Every pin was important
Every worker was a spark
The machine sleeps
But the trust persists
(Hey)
I'm the dance machine
I'm the dance possessed
