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The Antiphonic pause before the mind control...
The crowd chanting your soul as you barely belt your own...
The playful back and forth that this better not end soon...
The showboating and pandering that forecasts the monsoon...

1
2
3
4!

Stomping out the beat
with your hands
instead of feet just lights the gasoline under
your lungs to blow the night up to
the limit!
Goading, teasing out the spirits of
every fan who fans the flames
of the guitarist stitching up new
riffs on stage-
The layering of new
on old when the drummer goes
BATshit insane! BEATING on those skins
as if they stole the rhythm from his brain!
Sweaty bass vibrates the air-
rippling the liquid
Rock
Star
Power
Chicago, England, SPAIN Iraq!
The locale really doesn't matter-
Words and sounds that melt the steel!
Stealing hearts across the land!
Drawn like filings to a magnet
They NEED each other in these hours!
The looks of thrall inside the eyes
Of those who came to lose their thoughts
Are shadowed by the looks of wonder
In those that came to fucking ROCK!
 
That was pretty cool, I really liked the rhythm of it, especially this part.

Goading, teasing out the spirits of
every fan who fans the flames
of the guitarist stitching up new
riffs on stage-
The layering of new
on old when the drummer goes
BATshit insane! BEATING on those skins
as if they stole the rhythm from his brain!
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Thank you. This poem actually is a series of cobbled together live performance moments from Paramore, Green Day, Charlie Daniels and Eminem/D12 - with a little bit of Tenacious D sensibility thrown in for good measure. This was probably one of the hardest poems to create for me. I hope it shows.
 
Well done, new. You captured the power and the integral feeling of the NOW that comes with those blasts of realization of just BEING THERE and FEELING THERE at a good show. Felt like when those lines got cut off, they were on the tip of the tongue; waiting to burst out when your eyes drop down. As if on the verge of that breakthrough moment.
 
Yeah, I was cast back to some old shows myself. I remember writing a poem about seeing The Prodigy at a festival in '96. Christ, I'm showing my age... ;)

I like how you use the count-in (1, 2, 3, 4). I love hearing a drummer yelling that and then the song bursting in.
 
Thanks. This is me reaching a point in my writing where I wish I could write music and sing, but I can't(yet, hopefully), so I tried to make the piece so that the music was created in your head.

That count in is actually from "Misery Business" by Paramore in my head, as well as the frenetic style of the lyrics - that's me showing my age. ;)
 
Hehe. Yeah in some respects my poetry began as text-aspiring-to-music.

My late mentor always said she wanted to write poetry that would affect people on the same level as Janis Joplin's or Jimi Hendrix's music. That was her showing her age too, I guess. :)
 
We're just all running around with our ages hanging out, aren't we?:D ©

I'm saving that line.;)
 
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