Never Dance Again: A Story Told In Remix

By wiredforlego from Portland, USA - Day 1 : Celldweller, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=147338547


Blue Stahli is an American electronic rock music project by Bret Autrey, a proflic musician with an astonishing decade of creating truly compelling music across an incredibly broad spectrum of sound and subject. 

Battle Tapes is an American electronic rock band, based in LA, formed in 2010 with four members: Josh Boardman, Riley Mackin, Josh D'Elia and Pete Kraynak.

On December 1st, 2017, Blue Stahli released the album Starlight under the nom de musique Sunset Neon with the track Never Dance Again. 

On May 10, 2018, Battle Tapes released a remix. 

The lyrics (after the article) are identical in both versions. 

However, these songs are incredibly different. 

The original version is an upbeat dance-rock track with vocals vocals harkening back to the Pet Shop Boy's Can You Forgive Her? in its auditory tone but with a gleeful edge of revenge in terms of story. Someone got cheated on and brought the pain. 

The Battle Tapes remix does something interesting. By slowing down the song and changing the pitch of the singing voice, the song no longer feels like a break-up/revenge song. It's now a song about a cruel abuser who drove someone away from them and then hit them with a car.

But what is amazing is both of these narrators were driving the car. 


You say "I love you" while you're with somebody else

I should have known that you were only in it for yourself

I hate to tell ya but he isn't with you for your brain, no, no

I bet you probably even have to have this song explained

[I saw you hold his hand and walk across the street one day

You and your lover never made it out of the way

So I guess you'll never dance again, whoa-oh

Guess you'll never dance again, whoa-oh

I guess you'll never dance again


I kinda thought you'd be a little quicker on your feet

Being graceful doesn't help you, baby, when you cheat, no, no, no

You ate the pavement after all the little games you played

And met the bumper of the driver that you betrayed


So I guess you'll never dance again, whoa-oh

Guess you'll never dance again, whoa-oh

I guess you'll never dance again (never-never, never-never), whoa-oh (never-never, never-never)

Guess you'll never dance again (never-never, never-never), whoa-oh (never-never)

I guess you'll never dance again


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