FESTIVAL
I mean it was a techno festival:
Teknival in the south of France
Spiral Tribe blasting it out at 123bpm
The whole site avvin it, and avvin it large
Dancing stumbling grinning gurning
In the scorching southern sun
Through the cool of the evening
On, on into the dawn
And back to the scorching sun
I mean it was a techno festival
The Bucket Sisters avvin it, and avvin it large
Very JD-worse-for-wear
The dregs of a bottle in one hand
Each other’s hand in the other
Stumbling into the marquee
Under the cover of darkness
Yelling “Turn it up! Turn it up!”
Sozzled eyes try to see
Stumbling laughing grinning gurning
Wondering why no one’s dancing
Wondering why we can’t hear the tunes
Wondering why everyone is sitting down
I mean it was a techno festival
How did we know that they’d have
A Buddhist meditation tent?
FOUCAULT
He said he knew philosophy
But it turned out he knew Foucault
I thought he’d touched the heart of me
He said he knew philosophy
We hit it off tremendously
But finally I saw the truth
He said he knew philosophy
But it turned out he knew Foucault
The first of these poems by Lisa Lovebucket reminded me of a Tribal NRG party I attended in the early 90's with my friend Jonny Jedi.
The second poem reminded mevof the days when I was deep in the Kung Fu Cult
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