A bit of Glasto poetry...
Hi guys,
Here is the ramblings of a drunken Glasto' reveller... Hope you enjoy.
So another year is gone
And here I am again,
Describing the magic of Glasto
In the year two thousand and ten.
It was early wednesday morning
By the time that we got there,
But not even massive queues
Could cause us much despair.
So we huffed and we puffed
While we waited in line,
Chugging early morning lager
And boxes of wine.
As 8am approached
There were great words spoken,
"Its time for us to move
The gates are now open!"
Up the fields we marched
Laden with our bags,
Enough booze to kill a horse
And half a million fags.
Wednesday came and went
Everyone was in a daze,
After 48 sleepless hours
We went our separate ways.
Then thursday was exploring
The party getting started,
The weather was amazing
With our t-shirts we all parted.
The only problem with Thursday?
We should have gone to the bar,
We missed Vanilla Ice Ice Baby
Fetching beer from the car.
So then it was time for Rolf
The Pyramid packed on Friday morning,
Tieing us Kangaroo Down Sport
While we were all still yawning.
The rapper from the US
Came and did his thing,
Doggy style with Snoop Dogg
His mic covered in bling.
Vampire weekend rocked it
They never missed a beat,
A-punk got the crowd singing
In the early evening heat.
Missing Dizzee was a mistake
A solitary regret,
That we missed the Bonkers Rascal
And his dance anthem filled set.
Florence took to the other stage
Her dress as white as a dove,
Her Machine full of crowd pleasers
Telling us "you got the love".
Damon was back with Gorillaz
A bit of a disappointment to be true,
As although I love Mr Albarn
It could never live up to U2.
Along came Saturday morning
With the weather at its best,
Singing along to the Lightening Seeds
Three lions upon our chest.
Then came the time of a legend
The heat making it hard to breath,
We got some aquatic anthems
With the excellent Seasick Steve
We were treated to a Columbian godess
As the evening slipped on by,
As Wycleff joined Shakira
For their smash hit Hips Don't Lie.
Scissor Sisters smashed it
With songs to sing and hum,
And that lucky so and so Jake Shears,
Got his hands on Kylie's bum.
Alas, I didn't watch Muse
My bets I didn't hedge,
Didn't realise they'd be joined by
U2's guitarist Edge.
Instead I took the pop route
We danced and followed the leader,
As Neil Tennant's Pet Shop Boys
Played Coldplay's Viva La Vida.
Glasto comes alive at night
Before we start to tire,
A host of strange nightclubs and bars
And parades covered in fire.
Before we knew it Sunday came
England fans all full of cheers,
Then ninety minutes of embarrassment,
Our excitement turned to jeers.
We should have stuck to the main stage
Missing Slash was a bit of a crime,
Has there ever been a bigger tune to hear
Than a Sunday Sweet Child o' Mine?
Bands did come and bands did go
Showcasing their skills,
But there was one Hawaiian man
To still provide me thrills.
Sat down by the main stage
Jack Johnson was on form,
His silky voice and simple band
He left us feeling warm.
Time for a change of direction
Faithless' set it isn't cheap,
As Maxi Jazz and his outfit
Remind us they can't get no sleep
So now were on the last set
What many were waiting for,
Its time for Stevie Wonder
In view of the Glasto' Tor.
Stevie didn't let us down
With his songs all happy and gay,
He even got Mr Eavis up
For a round of Happy Birthday.
So that's my tail of Glasto',
Full of joy and never pain,
Oh, and cheers to Mother Nature
For keeping away the rain.
And here's to Michael Eavis
As I'm sure I'll never forget,
Glastonbury 40,
Perhaps the best one yet.
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That's brilliant.
