Another poem about being on stage from a musicians view:
I travel to the place where we are booked tonight Set up my stuff on stage, what a fight!! the equipment is heavy and puts me in a strain and causes my body to be racked with pain from being out a few nights in a row I know it's a hard road to hoe The band gets everything set but I know I forgot something, wanna bet I finally crawl onto the stage where I transform and then to be reborn into another person that comes out from deep within and sing each song with a passion and a grin the band is right there with me, in time we get together at the end, on a dime we go through out sets, and sing our songs for our crowd no one complains if we a little loud cause then they can here us plain even though outside it might rain the lights go on, the sound is right the rythem is good and really tight we do this for only a short time it seems but we sing and dance in the light beams the crowd gives off an infectious energy from the dance floor from the front of the building to the back door soon we're on our last song to sing we rare back and let it ring then we pack up or gear and load up the truck and get wet in the rain like a duck we say our goodbyes to our crowd, our fans as they also get ready to go home in their vans yes, I've lived this life as you can tell and did every song without a yell then finally home and into bed for some sleep rest my weary body until the next time that we meet then when we meet again at this place I hope I can put a name to a face because this roadis mine you see just another little poem from the little fella named......Tiny. he he
Another poem about being on stage from a musicians view:
I travel to the place where we are booked tonight Set up my stuff on stage, what a fight!! the equipment is heavy and puts me in a strain and causes my body to be racked with pain from being out a few nights in a row I know it's a hard road to hoe The band gets everything set but I know I forgot something, wanna bet I finally crawl onto the stage where I transform and then to be reborn into another person that comes out from deep within and sing each song with a passion and a grin the band is right there with me, in time we get together at the end, on a dime we go through out sets, and sing our songs for our crowd no one complains if we a little loud cause then they can here us plain even though outside it might rain the lights go on, the sound is right the rythem is good and really tight we do this for only a short time it seems but we sing and dance in the light beams the crowd gives off an infectious energy from the dance floor from the front of the building to the back door soon we're on our last song to sing we rare back and let it ring then we pack up or gear and load up the truck and get wet in the rain like a duck we say our goodbyes to our crowd, our fans as they also get ready to go home in their vans yes, I've lived this life as you can tell and did every song without a yell then finally home and into bed for some sleep rest my weary body until the next time that we meet then when we meet again at this place I hope I can put a name to a face because this roadis mine you see just another little poem from the little fella named......Tiny. he he
Quoting: Originally posted by steelmant Another poem about being on stage from a musicians view:
I travel to the place where we are booked tonight Set up my stuff on stage, what a fight!! the equipment is heavy and puts me in a strain and causes my body to be racked with pain from being out a few nights in a row I know it's a hard road to hoe The band gets everything set but I know I forgot something, wanna bet I finally crawl onto the stage where I transform and then to be reborn into another person that comes out from deep within and sing each song with a passion and a grin the band is right there with me, in time we get together at the end, on a dime we go through out sets, and sing our songs for our crowd no one complains if we a little loud cause then they can here us plain even though outside it might rain the lights go on, the sound is right the rythem is good and really tight we do this for only a short time it seems but we sing and dance in the light beams the crowd gives off an infectious energy from the dance floor from the front of the building to the back door soon we're on our last song to sing we rare back and let it ring then we pack up or gear and load up the truck and get wet in the rain like a duck we say our goodbyes to our crowd, our fans as they also get ready to go home in their vans yes, I've lived this life as you can tell and did every song without a yell then finally home and into bed for some sleep rest my weary body until the next time that we meet then when we meet again at this place I hope I can put a name to a face because this roadis mine you see just another little poem from the little fella named......Tiny. he he
Very good Tiny, so do you write songs as well?
Maybe you should put up a video blog so we can hear you? :)
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Quoting: Originally posted by steelmant Another poem about being on stage from a musicians view:
I travel to the place where we are booked tonight Set up my stuff on stage, what a fight!! the equipment is heavy and puts me in a strain and causes my body to be racked with pain from being out a few nights in a row I know it's a hard road to hoe The band gets everything set but I know I forgot something, wanna bet I finally crawl onto the stage where I transform and then to be reborn into another person that comes out from deep within and sing each song with a passion and a grin the band is right there with me, in time we get together at the end, on a dime we go through out sets, and sing our songs for our crowd no one complains if we a little loud cause then they can here us plain even though outside it might rain the lights go on, the sound is right the rythem is good and really tight we do this for only a short time it seems but we sing and dance in the light beams the crowd gives off an infectious energy from the dance floor from the front of the building to the back door soon we're on our last song to sing we rare back and let it ring then we pack up or gear and load up the truck and get wet in the rain like a duck we say our goodbyes to our crowd, our fans as they also get ready to go home in their vans yes, I've lived this life as you can tell and did every song without a yell then finally home and into bed for some sleep rest my weary body until the next time that we meet then when we meet again at this place I hope I can put a name to a face because this roadis mine you see just another little poem from the little fella named......Tiny. he he
Very good Tiny, so do you write songs as well?
Maybe you should put up a video blog so we can hear you? :)
