GG Force - Cause I Can't Dance No more (Best Keyboard Version)

Ironic, almost autobiographic story. Ouch! -

Dancefloor, progressive house, rock ...

Made by GG Force

Lyrics, Art & Creative Direction: Frank G Gerigk


'CAUSE I CAN'T DANCE NO MORE

I chewed up nights, inhaled the beat,
wrecked my ears, made dreams concrete.
Back then speakers, full attack,
no tomorrow, no lookin’ back.
Now I ask my knee before every step,
stairs are boss fights, the street’s a trap.
Doc says “rest”, I say “you sure?”
My head wants rave, my body’s bored.
I lean on the wall, pretend I sweat,
like this was my plan all along, you bet,
’cause I can’t dance no more.

But the bass goes boom, my heart turns on,
I live for the sound, even if I’m gone.
I nod myself high as best I can,
lost in the rush—
even if I can’t dance no more.

I love punk with dirt and house with drive,
rock for the fist, dancefloor for life.
Kids say “grandpa”, I say “alright”,
I was worn out before you could write.
I know every break, each wrong-ass note,
built my nights from bass and smoke.
I drink my beer like quiet dissent,
act like standing still’s exactly what I meant,
’cause I can’t dance no more.

But the bass goes boom, my heart turns on,
the music carries more than my knee can.
I live in the groove as long as it ran,
feel damn alive—
even if I can’t dance no more.

Then that track hits—I get dumb and brave,
think “just a little”, yeah right, behave.
I step in the light, the crowd splits wide,
for three short minutes I fully fly.
I spin, I grin, I’m young again,
my knee shuts up—suspicious, man.
Then crack, then pain, then upside down,
I crawl off the floor like a shot-up god,
’cause I can’t dance no more.

But the bass goes boom, my heart turns on,
even flat on my back, I’m still hanging on.
I pull myself up the best I can,
stay part of the noise—
even if I can’t dance no more.

Now I’m home with ice on my knee,
tell myself “tomorrow I’ll behave”, yeah, see.
But morning coffee, quiet and sly,
my head goes: “Tonight… maybe try?”
Just watching, just listening, zero stress—
but I know myself, the bass does the rest.
Maybe I won’t dance, maybe just a bit,
and if I fall again—well hell, that’s it,
’cause I can’t dance no more.

But the bass goes boom, my heart turns on,
the music carries more than my knee can.
I live in the groove as long as it ran,
feel damn alive—
even if I can’t dance no more.

But the bass goes boom, my heart turns on,
even lying down, I’m still hanging on.
I pull myself up the best I can,
stay part of the noise—
even if I can’t dance no more.