The Man Who Came in from the Mud E.P.

by Kevin P. Gilday

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1.	London 02:09	lyrics	buy track
London doesn't welcome It just assumes you've always been here Undocumented Where else would you have been? If you can't find your niche here then, It simply doesn't exist A calling must emanate From the steel reinforced estates Or the water themed apartment blocks But it must, unarguably The united nations of gentrification A nation's GDP in a city Poster boy for social deprivation Take my money or my pity London's streets exist without The slightest slither hint of doubt That anyone would not bow devout At the alter of this city Land of the charm laden lad Of rehearsed one liners And embarrassing innuendo Of sexual flirtations And hesitation-free intercourse Undeclared nation state Sprawling mega city Devouring all that surrounds With self entitled land grabs And economic hostages While the rest of the world regards you With nostalgia prismed wonder Or unregulated disdain No shelter, no refuge of respite Just a constant primal churning While a country sits silently contrite Observes the wheels of greed turning Through schemes disfigured by poverty And palaces overflowing in mockery I hope one day we'll again see The streets of London burning
2.	Glastonbury Poem #1; Or Why You Should Never Go To A Festival Alone 01:43	lyrics	buy track
Can you have a transcendental experience without the connection? Can the frothing crowds inspire you to enlightened introspection? Is a weekend of loneliness possible amongst the heaving masses? Or just a symptom of my peculiar personal impasses? Glastonbury 2014 Four days of longing For a soul to share the madness For a sense of belonging I saw a fertile farmland descend into trenches A hipster re-imagining of the Somme I saw the hippies huffing laughing gas At the stone circle before dawn I saw the breakdown of society As we formally know it I saw a community of artists And John Hegley do his Guillemot bit But mostly I saw myself As a frightened lonely boy With no constitution to deflect And no charm to deploy And I didn't dream of wild sexual encounters to come Nor heady days of self abandoned fun But of you, in our bed, and our life together Alright – I did dream of more temperate weather When I said I wanted to share it with someone Well that was half true When I said I wanted to share it with someone I meant I wanted to share it with you
3.	Shyness is Vulgar 01:18	lyrics	buy track
A shyness struck at the heart of me My thoughts stuttered out of time A reticence of spirit that won't let me be Brain cried out an indiscriminate plea Let me reveal my true self, but A shyness struck at the heart of me When those around you converse free But my studied wit leaves me stranded A reticence of spirit that won't let me be Under battered canvas I cursed my family tree And the genes that steal words from my mouth A shyness struck at the heart of me I turn my eyes inside so I can see The distorted machinations of my being A reticence of spirit that won't let me be So I left the temporary city of Glastonbury Brimming with wonder, and regret, and as always - A shyness struck at the heart of me A reticence of spirit that won't let me be
4.	Found in the Mud 01:16	lyrics	buy track
Did you put something in my drink? As long as it was the good stuff Did you see the Rik Mayall flag? Fucking inspirational man David Bowie is doing a secret set at midnight This afro is all sorts of itchy Some mud went in my hummus, some mud went in my hummus First world problems Just mix it in Play the fucking bends I'm not going back to the tent If I go back to the tent You'll take all my MDMA I promise I will not take all your MDMA This becomes the biggest city In the South-West of England For this one weekend Really? Well apart from Bristol If you don't like the smell Compost it well Fear satan Fear satan Fear satan ... Fear satan
5.	The Kindness of Strangers 01:35	lyrics	buy track
To the old friend who put a roof over my head Thank you For affording me the luxury of a real life bed Thank you To the girl who guarded my bag as I went for supplies Thank you For greeting my hungover request with sympathetic eyes Thank you To the Irish steward who pointed me in the right direction Thank you For sharing a laugh, a name and a Celtic connection Thank you To my fellow poets, word spinning comrades Thank you For creating a cohesive community from a collection of literary nomads Thank you To acquaintances met in rain battered tents Thank you For providing shelter and a soapbox for my laments Thank you To the woman who cooled my nerves at the deserted bus stance Thank you For aiding my escape so many hours in advance Thank you Thank you For restoring my potential To find trust in place of cynicism In the eyes of the wanderer In the kindness of strangers
6.	The Man Who Came in from the Mud 01:07	lyrics	buy track
Boarding the bus had been an operation drenched in tension Like an insurgent surreptitiously passing through a military checkpoint I awaited my chance and slipped aboard Earlier than my ticket allowed Murder on the National Express Or at least petty thievery As the engine rumbled into existence A smile cracked through my fraught features Enveloping and inhabiting my face I had made my escape The man who came in from the mud Leaving behind the cultural quagmire That had threatened to pull me under As I laboriously traversed fields of treacle Now with something solid beneath my feet I awaited my return to civilization Or at least London
7.	London, Again 00:54	lyrics	buy track
The city begins Homes appear tentatively Before clustering Then the buildings rise Until they dominate sky Avenues of light It feels quieter The sun reflects from glass walls For now, abandoned A charm exudes now A hidden notion of grace Revealed to the worn Eyes of frost melt then Masks of selfishness soften Revealing humans

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An E.P. of poetry documenting the experiences of a socially maladjusted spoken word artist attempting to perform at, and somehow enjoy, the Glastonbury Festival 2014.