Strawberry Fields Forever...
Screaming lights, bright sounds
Stars and smokes all around.
Wooden fences, barricades
Illegal stuff in lemonades
Strange news, weird surprises
Cops and Registrars! It’s a crisis
Red Alerts, things to hide
Coast clear? Bring it back outside
Drunken laughter in the cold
Another drag… to warm the soul
Interesting people, new friends
Stop that guy who just jumped that fence!!!
Food for the sound console
Should’ve known six “coffees” are hard to hold
Brilliant judges, and in the end
You’ve made some great new friends
All that light, all that sound
Cans of beer taking rounds
Murdering brain cells can be fun
Oh a mosh pit, was that a gun?
Guitars and drums don’t make bands
Screaming crowds don’t make fans
But we have them all in sight
Strawberry Fields is here tonight!
Lots of interesting conversation
Excess of sleep deprivation
Screaming heads, angry bosses
Barely heard above the loud noises
“I said noodles, not a roll”
“You! Get back to the sound console!”
But then the rewards, what can I say?
Beats a Six point something CGPA
Nods of approval and some Vat 69
Workin has never been this fine
Requisitions one after the other
Moan FnB “Not another!”
And then the hunt for a page
Someone needs water on the stage!
On your way down, time for a break
Meet a friend with stuff to cure the ache
Duck down by the stairs, sip his beer
Hits you then, the end is near
Another sip to block that thought
Run back to see what must be brought
People with drinks they can’t identify
Pass them on with the deepest sighs
“I think that it could be whiskey
Or just maybe its rum and pepsi”
The last band takes the stage
More screaming, but not in rage
Headbang your way to certain pain
Your neck will never be the same
Smoke and noise fills the air
In your head, heart and hair
Shows ending, with goodbyes snatched
Takin down posters and pickin up trash.
Can’t believe its time to go
Strawberry Fields forever more?
Beverages allocated soon
“Leave now, drink in your room
There’s no problem, just stay alive
Our responsibility if you die!”
Heavy heart, dragging feet
One last cigarette for some needed heat
Sudden footsteps and you stop
“Stub that NOW!!! It’s the COPS!!!”
Clanking cartons, counted nine
“?????’s room, should be fine”
Trudge back to the hostel sighing
Pick up people bout to start crying
On the roof, stay the night
Passing rum in the hazy moonlight
Drunken people, take them below
Tuck them in, responsibility grows.
Now to the room, drop down with a sigh
Talk bout S.F. till its almost light
Still just can’t believe it’s over
But you know what? Strawberry Fields forever…
