The Song Of Insanity - Poem by Isabelle Parkes
Bright lights and a stage and the bold silhouettes
Of the rock gods we pray to by singing along.
You ain’t seen nothing, don’t sit down just yet.
If your pulse isn’t racing then something’s gone wrong,
That’s a promise, a warning and a dangerous threat.
I’m here because I want to be, I sing loudly ‘cause I can,
And don’t tell me that I’m crazy, I already know I am.
My friend’s best friend’s brother
Is a friend of a friend of the drummer,
So I’ve got a backstage pass to the lives that we live
And a first-class ticket to the truths that we give.
All the people in the crowd, put your hands up
Like you’re summoning an angel from some forgotten faith.
Now take a break, straighten your hair, fix your makeup,
Then float back inside like the devil’s lost wraith;
Stomp your feet, push and shove, and never back up.
Notes and the music, noise and a rhyme,
Lost in the moment and forgetting the time.
They’re just like the stars, you can’t name them all,
But that doesn’t mean they’re not beautiful;
They tread on the cuffs of their jeans as they walk
And pass round the hope in their words as they talk.
Has your heart stopped beating, did it all go away?
Was it just as you planned or just more of the same?
The band keeps on playing as night becomes day,
Sweat into tears and then pleasure to pain,
You’re slowly going deaf but listening anyway,
Possessed by the sound and the soul and the rhythm,
The words and the beat simply begs that you listen,
An ultimate temptation, the apple to your Eve;
Stay another song or turn around and quietly leave?
A member of the crowd in the concert of humanity,
A note in a bar of the song of insanity.
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