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 contraband beer
or smuggled 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.
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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