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Written with words inscribed by the public at Lounge on the Farm on Sunday.
Wow! You look awesome. You feel amazing.
Everything pleases you; even when there's nothing here you keep walking in search of the next moment. And the next.
That's ecstasy for you - every stranger a man of wax, the muddy straw a sea of gold.
Lounging
Wellies, exposed bellies, pop-up delis
frozen lollies
small children pulled around in trollies
absence of brollies
sudden follies
stag-dos, hen-dos, unkempt hair-dos
litter pickers cleaning portaloos
wristbands and parking passes
sideways glances
taking chances
free whisky shot
dancing for hours on the spot
late night movies, freshly blended smoothies
sheer elation
end of uni celebration
artificial stimulation
partial loss of circulation
intoxication.
Morning-after medication.
Outrageous
She was wearing a pink pleated skirt that fell mid-calf. He was carrying a bodhran.
When he saw her he climbed on the nearest chair, gathered an audience.
When he sang she didn't stop to listen.
When he started drumming she paused, the thuck-thuck hammering through the field. It wasn't until he smashed the bodhran over his head (and wore it, ruff-like, around his neck) that their eyes met.
Idiot, she mouthed, and headed for the bar.
Incongruities 4 - 6
Fifty-inch chest, grey beard, pink top hat.
Ripped jeans, gold lame bag. Very Clean Wellies.
Damp stain on short combats, right buttock only.
Lost & Found: part 2
Orange silk cushion, embroidery-side down in the mud.
Plectrum.
Sense of direction.
Last cig in the packet.
Singing voice.
Control over feet.
Use of feet.
Consciousness.
Stage to sound desk:
- Can I not be in a cave please? More bathroom.
- Enough of the smoke machine, it reminds me of Afghanistan.
YOB + BEANS ON TOAST = proper festival showmanship
Incongruities 1 - 3
Tattoed left leg, hirsute torso, pigtails. Chocolate ice-lolly.
Small guitar, big voice.
Fairy wings, bag of licorice allsorts, pint of lager.
Lyric cut-up
Nothing but my shadow following me.
I'm just upside-down
between
all the gaps in the road
and the gaps and the holes
six feet under:
always left to say what can't be said.
