Let the music speak
' Dolls and Ramones
i Shazam-up Apossibly
Can you please explain the reasons
Why you are so afraid of consequence when we first said hello?
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
la la la la
Lou "sometimes" Reed
with his Eminem haircut
playing with the Australia media
"Oh yeah, I want them to take drugs ...
Because it's better than Monopoly"
la la la la
Ginsberg and Cassady
and Sexton wanting to die
the taboo
open to public misunderstanding
icons, a villain to the kind people and heroes
Aznavor and revolutionaries
mentors from afar
and finally
the overwrought diva in drag
this is not the pre-show
the show began with the first video
but when the curtains open
and drums burst the expectation
the Queen gives us poor fools two fingers
because world peace is none of our business
and the didgeridoo means more here
on land taken from uncounted subjects
by the headless pack
whose batons mean to say
get back to Redfern
and have me horrified and thrilled
to the hairs on the back of my neck
because tonight is a manifesto
if you can see it in your heart
as roles are diversed
and this is Boz's best drumming since Interlude
the people, once again, teach the politicians
but he knows so much more
than he's willing to say
when you fail as a woman
and you lose as a man
and the mobiles come out to record
and people stand up to dance
because they've actually heard this one before
I do believe it's terrible
to take me to the place I've been dreaming of
feet stomping
singing his words
when I'm the only one in the back row who knows the tune
and it breaks my heart
to be almost clinging to the outside of the sails
but I should only care that the two of us are here
because in the absence of your love
let me lean into a box of pine
cos no one ever turns to me to say
I will slit their throats for you
and again the cameras
and the dancing
as now we all sing an anthem of our lost youth
how I dearly wish I was not here
in this harbour-side town
where they still think this is a smiths song
where my blue rose waves above the back row
but the trumpet calls
hooray
hooray
and they all sit again
so cut me from the crowd
hoist me from the herd
it's not "comforting", "cheery" or kind
as our peoples' laureate kneels before the alter
of the screaming knife
and his sermon delivered
and for some received
our hearts
as always
are raised to wait
you have never been in love
until the shirt toss
and sung happy birthday
And then when we sang #morrissey happy birthday pic.twitter.com/BSSBqjxZGd
— Anika (@spokenli) May 30, 2015
Never, before now, has a concert review lifted my spirit up by the heart strings and then deposite me right in the moment. A seamless recap of the emotional storm one experiences when in the presence of the "laureate". This was very nice, Comrade.
ReplyDeleteOh, very nice, very nice, very nice.
ReplyDeleteYou are truly a wordsmith Comrade.
Just re-read this. What a great review!
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