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High-Ho indeed! Ah, those were the days!
Western Springs is a Speedway Track that doubles as a large outdoor concert venue in Auckland, New Zealand. The first show I saw there was Alice Cooper's Welcome to my Nightmare in 1977.
High-ho! High-ho! High-ho!
It's to the pub and off to the gig we go...
Willy Wonka ticket stubs in our hand
on our way to see the band,
or climb the fence and jump the turnstiles
into the crowd down the aisles!
And in the arena on the stage behold
the lights, cables, speakers, and scaffold,
then part a sea of people in our sway
lest they stand in your 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
that we may puff the magic dragon!
And breathe in the atmosphere...
the chill, the sweat, the smoky air!
For as houselights dim and intros fade
we will storm the barricade.
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,
so don't bogart that joint my friend...
pass it over to me again!
Then take a bow as we all cry out for more,
for a final and rockin' encore,
and watch the girls backstage queue
in their lipstick and heels for the crew,
where High-hoe! High-hoe! in a limo
it's off to do the band they go
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2015