Western Springs

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 High-ho! High-ho! High-ho!
  it’s off to the pub and gig we go
 Willy Wonka ticket stubs in our hand
  on our way to see the band
 Climb the fence, jump the turnstiles
  into the crowd down the aisles
 See the arena, upon the stage behold 
  the lights, cables, speakers, and scaffold
 Part the red sea of people in our sway
  with thy staff and lead the way
 Under the stars on the speedway rings
  inside the gates of Western Springs
 Our coats filled with smuggled beer
  or a leaky wine bladder for all to share
 Roll a doobie with a zig zag ultra thin
  so we may puff the magic dragon
“Roll another one just like the other one”
  and blow me a smokin’ shotgun
“You been holdin’ on to it 
  and I sure would like a hit”
 Soon as house lights dim and intro fades
  it’s time to storm the barricades
 Microphones and amps wired for sound
  flares burn, the drums pound
 The voice, the music, the riffs, the licks
  the blazin’ set, the pyrotechnics
 Have a swig and have a blow
  and sit back and enjoy the show
 Now breathe in the atmosphere
  the chill, the sweat, the smoky air
"Hey, don’t bogart that joint my friend
  pass it over to me again"
 And when it’s all over yell out for more
  for a final wild and rockin’ encore
 And watch the girls backstage queue
  in their lipstick and heels for the crew
 Where High ho! High ho! In a limo
  off to do the band high hos go!


           Written: May 2015


Western Springs is an old speedway
stadium in Auckland, New Zealand
that doubles as a rock concert venue.
Picture above is David Bowie concert.

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