So much to do, so little time
How did I ever end up in charge?
Making calls, sending e-mails,
Yes or no, I need an answer
Trying to organise, but I don't know how
Will it be heaven or will it be hell?
First we have one band, then we have nine
Wait until Sunday though, then there'll be none
Printing off posters, but where do they go?
Students aren't back yet. Who's coming? Don't know
Running around trying to keep on top
On top of the things that I mustn't let drop
E-mail the newspapers, and City Life
Check through the listings, I wasted my time
E-mail the bands asking for confirmation
Make a big banner for a huge celebration
Hoping and praying that it doesn't rain
Don't want to have to call things off once again
The roofs had a hole in for forty five years
Don't want to electrify bands and their gear
Look to the heavens and pray for salvation
Or if not that much just a small consolation
Fingers are numb from the e-mails and texts
And all in the hope we'll get girls here for sex....
Oops, that shouldn't be there, but then I should say
What do you expect from a guy anyway
I'm trying to organise an extravaganza
I don't have a budget and never use ganja
The bands are all dithering, so are the fans
My mother is worried and I can't find my friends
Just two days to go till it all it's the fan
I hope at the end I'll hear "Damn, you're the man"
A/N: This is all inspired by a load of work I've been doing unofficially
for the last week or so. For those of you who don't know, I live in a pub
in Manchester, and this weekend there's a huge international music
convention going on called In The City.
Anyway, as we occasionally have live music on in the pub, we decided to
join in and host our own little fringe event. Which is fine, in principle.
Then I somehow found myself in charge of the whole thing. Which is not so
So I've basically spent the last ten days or so trying to find a whole heap
of bands willing to come along and play for free this Sunday, whilst at the
same time trying to organise posters and flyers for an event that may or
may not actually have bands playing at it, and if there are bands, they
probably wont be the ones named on the flyers.
Oh yes, and tonight we have a secret gig as well, which I have to try to
advertise somehow. Anyone who can tell me how to advertise a secret gig is
welcome to come along next year and do all this stuff for me.
I accept that the poems pretty shit, but then, I never claimed to be a poet