Glastonbury 2015 Diary: Part Four

Sunday:

Woke up hanging so bought Fanta, packed shit ‘cause Ali had to take her tent down, then wanted to see Cassetteboy so…

 

Eyes Like Lighthouses When the Boats Come Home

I’ve seen the future

and the two of us

are in it,

which right about now

is all we can hope for –

we are not

the types of lost soul

who spot abandoned wellies

in the mud

and decide

to try them on.

We are the unicorns

of time,

sent back

to write rhymes

in time with

the music –

People prefer poems

when they’re set to

a bangin’ tune,

and that’s a fact –

I’ve started writing words

for your eyes

only.

 

Staring at People’s Watches

Trying to work out

what time it is,

the girls

with their tits out

and covered with mud,

and I feel like meh

because they haven’t

got a watch on.

So you try to

figure out the time

from the line-up,

sitting

in the mud

in front of stages,

until a new band comes on,

then realising

you’ve lost the booklet

with the line-up on,

anyway.

People,

with their weird mix

of clothing,

bobble-hats and shirts

and morph suits,

and one guy

who I think is in fancy dress,

but I’m not sure

what of.

It’s somewhere

between noon

and 3 PM,

and we’ve got the magic

even if you don’t.

 

At Cassetteboy stood up for a bit then sat down, made friends with some steward lady who’s been coming since The Cure in the 80s, and Cassetteboy remixed ‘German Whip’ as ‘Sherbet Dip’.

 

All the Fire

Raining from the sky

in a silver haze,

threads to stick us together

that seem so flimsy

by the sunshine,

and all my life

I’ve run away,

and look how far

it got me.

 

Was going to stay there for DJ Yoda but didn’t, so West Holts stage and Poetry and Words, both of which were fun. Pyramid was packed for Lionel and rain threatened, so after he was over I headed back to set my tent up for the final evening, then thought about the Bootleg Beatles.

Fell asleep in tent, missed Bootleg Beatles, so went to watch Alt J at the Pyramid instead.

 

God Particles

Battered,

bruised and

broken, and

in no way

fit for reintroduction

to society.

I need the

healing water

sitting in

the reservoirs –

I can’t feel my

tongue

and I believe

that we’ll believe

in anything.

 

Striking Black Lines Through What You Wrote Before

Today, we’re talking about

the CERN

people; the machine of

mankind attacked

blasphemy, acting like

good people, determined to

question the truth.

The answer is our society, white

and black are

ignorance, but people

demand the truth.

First, we need to know

something – critics

coined the nickname, but why

would they break

the evil

media?

So what is existence?

It’s little more than a theory, believed to

be the world that we see before us –

it would help to explain

our universe,

the communion

of the scientific concept

that scientists say

is expected to explain

Christians.

Disprove the existence of God,

and that shouldn’t be heretical –

we understand creation,

beauty

that man should never know.

Un-Christian

Newton’s gravitational pull,

science and religion,

understanding hand-in

-hand.

Understanding

blame at their feet,

thousands involved,

a life-long

dream.

Friends or as enemies in the end,

strong and faithful

whatever the outcome.

 

Sunday Evening

So it’s Sunday evening

and I still don’t know

how to get home,

and I’m pretty sure

I’ll struggle to beat

‘Eyes Like Lighthouses

When the Boats Come Home’.

It’s funny

how times come

to haunt you

because there’s No Rest

for the Wicked and

your friends look

different every day

and still beautiful.

And then you

throw out the good

and remember the bad

and then six months

down the line,

you look back

and wonder,

what the hell

was I thinking?

 

After that, back to camp for a bit, then walk towards The Other Stage to grab a pint and catch the start of whoever’s on, and then to Buzzcocks at left field.

Arrived about 8:15, just as the previous band finished playing – turns out Phil Jupitus was compere, so I did see him after all. Mad set where I knew almost all songs, went to get a beer then mad things, then walked back to tent to pick up a lighter and watched The Who. Couldn’t really be bothered to do anything else at that point, ‘cause I didn’t know where anyone was and still didn’t know how I was getting home.

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