The end of term’s two days away
They’re getting set for open day
The orchestra was going to play
Tchaikovsky’s Eighteen-Twelve again
First violin was always Moon
Jones got to play on his uncle’s bassoon
The kid put his hand up ‘Can I play too?’
’No’ said Miss Sharp, ‘It’s too hard for you’
‘I’ve practiced the cello, you said that I could’
‘I changed my mind, Brown’s really good
Alright there’s one thing, I think that you could
Play the triangle quietly, is that understood?
All you must do is watch my left hand
I’ll be using the right one to conduct the band
When I point, count to four, hit it once, understand?
But don’t mess this up, ‘cos it’s not what I’ve planned’
And so he took the triangle home
And put it in the bedside drawer
Got his dad’s CD collection
And spread it out across the floor
Banana, prism, baby in a pool
Stuff he’d never seen before
’I’m too ill for school tomorrow’
He shouted downstairs to his mum
He feigned a cough and locked his door
And then he put his headphones on
Dub, ska, reggae, calypso
A history lesson had begun
He heard…
Johnny’s sneer, Chuck’s backbeat
Jim’s wail and Nile’s chops
Eno’s buzz, Bolan’s warble
Michael’s whoops and Ronnie’s doo-wops
Woody’s slide, Emerson’s powerchord
Gillan’s scream, Tricky’s trip hops
He’s there when Muddy wrote a riff
He could keep on playing all night long
He was there when Dave went to the Middle Earth
And Ziggy wrote the perfect song
He was there when Sid picked up a bass
And Malcolm’s dream went very wrong
Angus told him to do it in shorts
Lou said ‘It’s best when you’re out of tune’
Tony said ‘This is the chord
That woke the devil from his tomb’
And Marc said ’Hey man, it’s okay
You can rhyme balloon with womb’
He felt the pain of Marvin and Otis
Trying to sing the whole world right
He felt the joy of Peregrin Took
Singing lullabies through the night
He heard Bobby tell The Band to play
When it seemed like the crowd just wanted to fight
He slept for twenty-five minutes
He danced with Fatou Diawara
He counted with Joey from one to four
He cried at the front row of Altamont
He fought Lynyrd Skynyrd in the civil war
He puked in the 100 Club toilet
He hit a tree on the Queen’s Ride
He cooked The King’s last burger
He was Jerry Lee Lewis’s bride
He woke up next morning, never felt so alive
He leapt out of bed, told his mum he felt fine
He was first into school and by quarter past eight
He’d painted his name on the school front gate
The band all lined up, Miss Sharp took her place
The kid had a faraway look on his face
He was spinning his triangle stick round and round
So fast it was starting to worry the crowd
At the right time Miss Sharp raised her arm
And she looked at the kid in a state of alarm
She started to count from one up to four
But at three and a half she dived to the floor
The kid hit the triangle, he whispered the words
‘This is for all of the stuff that I’ve heard
For workers and slaves, losers, lost hearts
For lovers not yet met, for drugs and fast cars
They tried to play on but they’d all lost the beat
Hysterical parents ripped up their seats
They screamed at the kid and they pulled out his hair
The headmaster’s knickers sailed through the air
Later in the car park outside the hall
There was a guy in shades he hadn’t seen before
He said ‘Hey kid, you’re good, I could make you a star
Why not take a ride in the back of my car?’
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