He joined forces later that year with QX Magazine's Stewart Who? in an experimental studio collaboration. The track was called 'Twisted' and started as a satirical poke at the '48 hour London club lifestyle. It quickly exploded into one of the year's biggest underground anthems. Its unforgettable opening line, 'Excuse me do you fuck as well as you dance?' had djs from around the globe dropping the accapella over everything. Major labels battled over the track as clubber's and DJ's fought for copies.
Danny Tenaglia personally asked to remix the track, and in 1998 the re-release of 'Twisted' brought worldwide sales of 150,000. The unexpected success led to the critically acclaimed album 'Through the K-hole'. Heaven in London asked Wayne to join their esteemed staff in April 1997, and he has remained their main floor resident ever since.
Wayne has gone on to play huge parties all over the world, including Sydney Mardi Gras 2000, Sydney Mardi Gras 2001, White Party 2000, Berlin Love Parade 96/97/98, World Pride 1999/2000, the Adventjah festivals in Australia, Sydney’s infamous Harbour Party 2002 and Fire Islands Independence Day Party along with the prestigious Fire Island Party (pines 2001). He is booked for gigs around the world until well into 2003 including Sydney Gay Games, Viva Las Vegas and San Francisco’s Folsom Street Fair.
His production work accelerated since 1998, starting with a remix on Cher's 'Believe'. After the No. 1 hit, he went on to remix Madonna, Kylie Minogue, Backstreet Boys, Jimmy Somerville, Holly Johnson, Billie Ray Martin, Whitney Houston, Mary Kiani, N-Trance, Lonnie Gordon, Miquel Brown, Dana International, Love inc., Modern Talking, The Gibson Brothers, Candi Staton, Shola Ama, Olive and N-tyce to name but a few.
He has developed a unique, hi-nrg euro sound for the vocal dance mixes that he creates specifically for the Heaven dancefloor. It has become his trademark sound at circuit parties and raves around the world. He still produces with Stewart Who? under their hard house guise of 'Twisted' and the current single entitled 'Get your hands off my gram' has just caused another fight amongst the labels and looks like yet another success to add to his infamous repertoire.
Twisted
Wayne G Lyrics
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Oh really? See ya later.
Go on, get your kit off. No, not you, put it away.
Take your dog like face to another place, coz I can't look at it.
Let's get twisted, twisted.
Excuse me, do you know where the dealers are? Can you get me high?
You’ve lost the fuckin plot. why the fuck shouldn’t I?
I wanna feel the drugs, fuckin up my brains.
I wanna dance all night and fuck all day,
I want cocaine on a breakfast tray, is that okay?
Think your pretty hot huh? Well you're not,
It just isn’t goin on, you're trying too hard.
You ain’t sex on legs, your dregs on legs, man and you know it. Get out of my face.
If you could see yourself you’d look away, I did.
I’m sorry, I’m out of it so’s she.
State of her, what’s she like? I hate her but I love you.
I don’t wanna come down, I wanna stay high,
I wanna get twisted, I’m that kind of guy.
So later, I’m going. I’m sick and tired of shit drugs and naff queens,
Do you know what that means?
It's over, I’m bored of you, you cant keep up, and I don’t wanna come down.
Is there anyone out there who isn’t bad luck?
Ride with me, I don’t give a fuck.
I’m losing control, I’m out of my head.
Who’s coming with me? I ain't going to bed.
Have you heard enough now? Do you know the score?
I’ve made it pretty clear, I’ve shown you the door.
It's easy this way I’ll do it all on my own,
Put that pen away, I wont bother to phone.
Get out of here, see ya, later.
The lyrics of Wayne G's song "Twisted" portray a hedonistic and nihilistic lifestyle, fueled by drugs and reckless behavior. The song's protagonist is unapologetically looking for pleasure, seeking out drugs and sex, but also actively pushing away those who don't fit his standards. The lyrics are unapologetically raw, vulgar, and even offensive at times, but they also reveal a sense of desperation, as the singer seems to be trying to escape something in his own life.
The first verse starts with a provocative question, asking if the person is as good in bed as they are on the dance floor. It quickly turns into a dismissive attitude, pushing the person away and even insulting their appearance. The chorus repeats the phrase "let's get twisted" as a call to indulge in pleasure and escape reality.
The second verse is even more graphic and explicit, as the singer asks for drugs, describes the sensation of the drugs in his body, and talks about his desire for sex and indulgence. The lyrics are confrontational, as he challenges those who don't share his lifestyle, dismissing them as "dregs on legs" and pushing them away.
The song's climax comes in the final verse, where the singer announces that he's leaving and looking for something else. He's tired of drugs and shallow relationships and is looking for companionship that isn't based on superficiality. The song ends with a defiant invitation to join him, or be left behind.
Overall, "Twisted" is a gritty and provocative song that offers a glimpse into a reckless and hedonistic lifestyle, but also reveals a sense of loneliness and desperation that underlies it.
Line by Line Meaning
Are you as hot in the bedroom as you are on the dance floor?
Do you possess equal sensual appeal in bed as much as while grooving on the dance floor?
Oh really? See ya later.
I am not interested anymore, so our conversation ends here.
Go on, get your kit off. No, not you, put it away.
Undress yourself, but not you, cover up right now.
Take your dog-like face to another place, coz I can't look at it.
You have an ugly appearance, and it's unbearable for me to stare at it any longer.
Let's get twisted, twisted.
Let's get high on drugs and engage in wild activities throughout the night.
Excuse me, do you know where the dealers are? Can you get me high?
Can you tell me the location of drug dealers? Will you help me get high?
You’ve lost the fucking plot. why the fuck shouldn’t I?
You are no longer sane, so why can't I act crazy too?
I wanna feel the gear, pumping through my veins,
I desire to sense the substance flowing through my blood vessels.
I wanna feel the drugs, fucking up my brains.
I wish to experience the consequential effects of using drugs on my mind.
I wanna dance all night and fuck all day,
I want to dance all night and have sex throughout the day.
I want cocaine on a breakfast tray, is that okay?
Would you bring me cocaine on a tray used for serving breakfast? Is it feasible?
Think your pretty hot huh? Well you're not,
You believe you are stunning, right? But actually, you are not attractive.
It just isn’t goin on, you're trying too hard.
There is no attraction between us. You are making extra effort for nothing.
You ain’t sex on legs, your dregs on legs, man and you know it. Get out of my face.
You are not sexually appealing; rather, you are repulsive, and you are aware of it. So leave me alone.
If you could see yourself you’d look away, I did.
If you had a chance to view yourself, you would have diverted your gaze. And I already did that.
I’m sorry, I’m out of it so’s she.
My mind is damaged due to substance use, and she is also in a similar state.
State of her, what’s she like? I hate her but I love you.
Tell me about her physical and mental condition. I hate her, but I love you.
I don’t wanna come down, I wanna stay high,
I don't want to sober up; I desire to stay high.
I wanna get twisted, I’m that kind of guy.
I wish to engage in reckless activities and make immoral decisions, and I am comfortable being that type of individual.
So later, I’m going. I’m sick and tired of shit drugs and naff queens,
I'm leaving now. I'm tired of poor-quality drugs and vulgar women.
Do you know what that means?
Do you understand what I am implying?
It's over, I’m bored of you, you can't keep up, and I don’t wanna come down.
Our association is finished because I am uninterested in you, and you cannot match my (drug-fueled) pace.
Is there anyone out there who isn’t bad luck?
Do you know anyone who is not a source of misfortune?
Ride with me, I don’t give a fuck.
Join me in my drug-induced adventure; I don't care about the consequences.
I’m losing control, I’m out of my head.
I am unable to manage myself, and I am currently insane.
Who’s coming with me? I ain’t going to bed.
Who will accompany me? I have no intentions of sleeping.
Have you heard enough now? Do you know the score?
Have you heard adequate drug-fueled details now? Do you understand what I am saying?
I’ve made it pretty clear, I’ve shown you the door.
I have conveyed the message explicitly; I have opened the door for you to leave.
It's easy this way I’ll do it all on my own,
It's better for me to manage things myself.
Put that pen away, I won't bother to phone.
Do not bother to communicate with me anymore.
Get out of here, see ya, later.
Leave this place now, and farewell.
Contributed by Caroline A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@shanookitty
Took me yeaaars to find this, I have remixes and pieces of this song in so many versions but not the full original. This is pure gold 🪙
@tommygordon5125
got it in my collection
@elisabethlewis6084
Absolutely love it, beat is tremendous, love the pommy guy who does the vocals & I'm 71 & a head banger.
@ozZyF1234
Damn! Loved this song especially when the mdma kicked in!! Take me back to 1999 please
@susantoro4246
OMG I have been introduced to this choon! I can't believe how I have missed hearing & dancing to this years ago! Bloody epic choon!! Brilliant! 😍🤩🤩🥰😍
@aceyace9069
..excuse me..do you know where the dealers are.....haha 🤣 awesome track this ..😎
@rayharris1622
Get a grip
@slamnsam3868
A
@hayleyjoanjasse8993
not a good idea to haven't this playing in the office on a Wednesday on your play list .club memories.
@leesie1803
My late friend introduced me to this song when we did laps in Australia we thought we were sooo cool. Good times in the early 2000s