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The time is ten past seven
Sun’s rising, arrive from a late studio session
Best put down the beverage and get my head straight
A few hours before we head out on this next gig
So I hit the hay and exhale the tension
Four dimensions later alarms starts venting
Felt like a few seconds, check in with the crew
all the questions; time, place where to
Reckon Charlie said ten past eleven
Destination Cardigan pit stop near Brecon
As expected we set off an hour late
Veto says “T, ring the promoter, we on our way”
Beautiful views on route to west Wales
Sam’s crackin’ jokes summin about chemtrails
Quick break to appreciate the ocean swell
And set sail….
Touch down at the venue, pull up at the rear
Daf’s skinnin’ up then off-load the gear
Along came this hench dude
Yelling “There by here!
My name’s Dai, tonight your sound engineer!”
Didn’t get our tech spec, standard affair
Proceed to sound check, bit of a ‘mare
A pair of monitors, one of which is damaged
I guess we can manage
No drama, show goes on
Get it done, Brown’s on the hunt for a dose of java
Rusty Bone locates the lager
Green room sessions with the Cluster
All you hear is laughter
March backstage looking like a nervous wreck
A full house so we soon broke a sweat
Mic check one two
Nuff love and respect
Crowd on form
Mad energy engulfs the room
Every tune seems to go down a storm
Front row kick off an encore
Hit the last note and give them more than they ask for
Ends with a bang, pack down, say our thanks
Load up the tour van, mission home began
As we approach Cross Hands
Charlie’s like “Damn…
I left my Cardigan in Cardigan, maaan!”
Blame it on the Bacardi rum I hardly wanted
It’s a long way back to the club
I’m not too bothered