To the End of the World

To the Ends of the Earth

What is a place?

They are all the same

The same to start off with or what they become?

Places stay the same or I change or is that the other way round?

We play the same songs every night but each time perceptively different – to us.

A fluffed note or line that only one of us notices, a late entry

A solo that hit the heights or never got off the ground

 

For them it is a once in a lifetime experience, the first date they red ink on their new calendar.  

A party before, invite all their friends around,  an unforgettable  night you can’t remember

home after on the high we gave you

Us, we’ve already packed up, the stage folds in like petals after dark,

hauled silently onto a truck.

 

The places listed on the back of a tee-shirt:

Lisbon, Hamburg, Copenhagen, Leeds, London, Nice, Berlin..

 – limo to a VIP lounge you can never hope to enter –

Dubai, Mumbai, Shanghai, Melbourne, LA , Boston..

 

All the places we landed in but never saw.

If you read the reviews we missed the beat that night, we were on fire that one

But you only saw us once, from row 321A, sticks magnified

On a screen you can recollect later on blu-ray and say

To those who weren’t there we were, when we’ve long gone

To the next place on the list

A road so long you can’t get off it anymore no matter what you try.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Abc 2015 / Prog

To the Ends of the Earth