STEROPHONIC LONDON

STEREOPHONIC LONDON

(Cut-up performance poem by Trev Teasdel - Teesside 2006)

A trance version of this poems was produced by Coventry drummer / producer Jim Pryal and can be heard on Culture Fusion My Space with some other collaborations with me Link to Culture Fusion My Space

There is another also another downloadable version on Lulu by Jim Pryal (Culture Fusion)

http://www.lulu.com/content/multimedia/stereophonic-london/5237255

It also appears in Trev's book Nightfall in Sorrento

STEREOPHONIC LONDON 

Sleazy inner city sounds

Skateboarding compounds with stereo surrounds

Swishbar stances - gravitating gangsters

Sidewinder glances.

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Razorlight floodgates

Redlight night flights

Tempting the Thames to take off its shawl

For the urban sprawl.

 

Budvar rattlesnakes

A screech of brakes in the circle of spheres

Where the past appears

In the passion plays of parliament

Where the harlots are bent to pay the rent

Their rosebud lips, their tight-rope slips

Their clips and bits

inspire

the phallacies of policies

but money never grows on trees.

 

Cos The world’s in a mess

The truth’s been undressed

Has a lie to confess

But were walking the dog back to happiness.

 

It’s an absurd world where the third world

Have no food in the larder

It gets harder and harder

While the groove armada

Play the music harder

Keep it solid but the world is squalid

They sell the world with sex

Free air time and texts

So politically correct

Paranoid and indirect

Their bad decisions

tunnel visions - revisions and isms

 
Did they plan it to be off the planet?

 

But we’re walking the dog back to happiness

There’s a lie to confess, the truth to undress

This world’s in a mess, uptight with the stress.

 

Cheapdate bed-ins & Hotsnake weddings

Women seeking women in the cocktail inns

We are sat by the fire in the house of desire

Ignoring the Karma and the claims of Nirvana

 

Wide-eyed promoters sat on a lotus

Under the spell of San Miguel

The filament looters on fly-by scooters

Seek the meaning of life in their gel

Reality bites

On midwinter nights

Chill out

And go with the flow.

 

Cause we have to confess, the worlds in a mess

We’re walking the dog back to happiness

There’s a lie to digest and all the rest

We’re walking the dog back to happiness.

 

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Used several sources for this including Crack Magazine (North East youth What's On Magazine)

It's looking for evocative juxtapositions with the cut ups, playing with words, re-cutting phrases and also looking for a theme, idea to bring them together, give some kind of meaning - linear or surreal or both. Sometimes the poems takes off on its own and the cuts outs are only drawn on for inputs. There was various reworkings with this one - it also had to be something I could read out loud / perform effectivly without tripping over my alliteration on stage, especially after a bevy or two.