Monday, 2 February 2015

Rhymes spin in my mind

The weird and wonderful words that spilled from my mind, the night I saw Robyn Stapleton perform sensual traditional Burns songs and then Hector Biserk rap his socially conscious poetry. Brrraaaaap!

Was a night to bring shock, to my heart mind and soul
For the rhymes that were told from the new from the old
First sound on my ears, generations old, singing songs of love, historic Burns stories told
This bonnie braw lass and her velvet tongue with soulful voice like no Rabbie before sung,
Notes so high make me silently weep, the trills of a sonnet, real moments to keep
Take my heart back in history away it did flew, upon diddley dee wonderous taps away shoe
Never knew Scotland could sound so gold, ignited joyful belonging in my snow splattered soul
Her beauty and Burns lament taken in stride as she lilted and lullaby my ears glow with pride.

Then to the Spiegle I skip, to the home of the weird
The wild the wonderful colourful peer, where atmospheres take us to the kingdom you choose
So long as you bow to her honor in your dancing shoes
The dancing en masse, the tribes of the hour, Hector Biserk and their lyrical shower
He raps and he rants to an entrancing sound, the bass, drums and percussion they pound and they pound
Not sound for the polite, the meek or the tired, get your ears tuned to ferocious political sound
They blag and they shout of the dangers we know true, and push us to shout ‘fuck the system too!’

Ye cannae walk far in anybodies new shoes, or keep on hearing Christopher Columbus blues,
Yet whats with the suits in the front row standing? Filming for tomorrow, behind feet barely landing
Bodies in air, arms and minds flung round the room, no time for recording, today gone too soon
Be in the moment you mobile video freaks, listen to the lyrics, mock your desperation to repeat

The crowd look right into the storm of the bands eye, see determination to make a difference tonight
Take a moment to point out the poison within, question the societal structures we live pinned within
And all in the nature of dance, rhythm and rhyme, all for the point of having a good time.
Hail to the Speigle for we blew the proverbial house down, and walked away, our wolves clothing thrown down. Our minds a bit brighter, united and strong

Brought together by honest shouting about society gone wrong.

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