At This Festival
Steven Tart
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Listen mate I feel fuckin weird man I just Are you having a whitey? I just wanna be on my own Are you having a whitey? F*ck off mate I smoked too much fuckin' weed I didn't actually smoke it I ate it At this festival the whole point is that you bring something to share with others I can't remember what I brought F*ck all that's what Some people were sharing their hash cake And of course yer know it didn't kick in for ages So I had some more and then some hash fudge as well Fatty It was a posh private invite thing Sting was there and so was Bruce Party from Tribe He was a lovely guy but I never met Sting And I remember being in a queue for a bus That was a bar A big red bus And thinking what is the destination of this bus? But then thinking no it's a bar it's not going anywhere And then the hash kicked in proper And the bright red bus was drained of all its colour It was black and white the whole world was black and white And I panicked man I thought I was going blind And I had waves of terror run up and down my body And I was gonna die man there and then Right by the grey bus selling fancy fuckin cocktails And I ran and I reached a park with swings and a slide I swang for a bit Or swinged Or however it is you say it It's swung But it brought me no joy So I sat in my mates car And there was music on the radio And I felt calm for 3 seconds Errn, derr, twaaa And in the pitch black The windows steamed up I became convinced that the car was slowly floating through the universe and festival lights were the fuckin stars And somehow we were breathing in space but then it became terrifying I had to wind down the window to check we were still on earth And I saw the grass and the wheels on the grass So we were safe And I felt better For about 3 seconds 2, 3 And then I was convinced that I was gonna die again And I didn't wanna die in front of everyone So I got into my tent But it was so quiet And I was terrified again (are you gonna shit yerself) I had a wind up radio And I thought music would help I wound it up and it came on And I was happy for like 3 seconds Whistling Woah this shit is strong So now I'm rolling around in the foetal position Having One long panic attack There's no way this shit is lasting longer than 3 hours So I started measuring the passage of time 4,5,6 hours And it just became more intense How the f*ck can it be intensifying? There must have been something else in that Hash cake or the fancy fuckin cocktail I start hallucinating I see a giant metal office drawer Stretching back for eternity Full of thousands of green folders And thousands of red folders Instinctively I understand that the green represent Moral decisions I've made When I've been kind to myself and others Each red folder represents being a bit of a twat There's lots of red ones One at a time they fly from the drawer straight into my chest And explode like apparitions I must re-live each one for what seems like an eternity I lose track of time watching the movie of my life so far All of these moments All these decisions Seemingly taken without consequence Yet here I must reckon with em In this place that's outside of time A short trip inside my mind In order to take back the gift Of a little less fear So why the f*ck am I so worried about how I look or what you might think of me? When the bits of the universe that make me are gonna be other things for way longer So maybe I should be kinder to myself? When I hear that inner critic call me a piece of shit I have a mantra now That doesn't help Tell me something that does And it's helping And I'm well aware of the irony of saying 'don't do too many drugs' In a song about a Drug-fueled spiritual awakening of sorts But probably don't do too many drugs And in closing I just wanna say Well done on getting this far in your life I genuinely wish you the best Good luck Ben Jones guitar solo
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