- Jemima Woods
Festival
Updated: Jan 2
I pull on my back pack, tick glitter off my list
Look at my pals, this is a weekend not to be missed
Stumble over my wellies, feel the first blister form
Don’t care about the pain, for this experience I was born
Past the gates and security, we amble in
A couple of baggys unnoticed in our peanut butter tin
Look at the map, set up camp here
Kick off our tents and sip the first fresh cold beer
Feel the sun beating down on our faces
This is one of my favourite places
Yesterday’s socks and Fridays hair
COME ON i here them shout, they're playing over THERE
Rush into the crowd, push through to the front
A pint of piss thrown over me, oi stop that you…!
Mosh pit breaks out, we are in the thick of it
Manage to scramble out, with my cigarette still lit
Night creeps in, lights flood from food vans help us see
Dropped a pill with the girls maybe two maybe three
Feel us all floating on a psychedelic trip
Omg did you see that boy he is so fit
Grab the poor lad and we dance all through the night
Now this night begins to take flight
However one last question hangs on my mind..
Hey baby where do you wanna go?
Your tent or mine?
