Monday, May 16, 2011

The Rock That Rolls by Ian Hawkes

The Rock that Rolls

It all started with the King.
Come sleep in the Heartbreak Hotel
if you wanna hear, or wait, is that Hotel
in California? Nah. Screw the Eagles,
the British are Coming the British are
Coming in Submarines of Yellow through
Eight Legged gardens and their High
with Help from their Friends, boys
Sticky Fingered with Brown Sugar and licking
the states back to patriotism and avid
reading. Rolling rolling stones. Rolling
rolling rock. Old Time a Rockin‘ Roll,
kinda music just soothes the soul of
the lady who knows the stores are
all closed. This snowballs rolling
faster and faster, on this Highway
to Hell, on this Leftoverture Journey
that started with a million hey hey
Monkees pounding on the fret boards.
Where will it stop? Or will it?
As far as I can see these Barenaked
Ladies are all about Californication,
and if we can shake our heads with
Neverminds and cover Alices
in Chains we can certainly endure
the Slipknot. Its a Chemical Romance
thats too good to give up, a Bullet
for Your Valentine that looks like
it is Saving Able, and even if it
was Breaking Ben-jams and Yeah
Yeah Yeahs through her Radio Head
I don’t think we could even stop.
London is Calling.
The people need their music.
And to those about to rock,
I still salute you.

5 comments:

  1. Very clever. This was one I had to read twice- I liked how it seemed as though you thought about the way your poem looked- capitalizing words and putting punctuation when not necessarily predictable for the reader to see.

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  2. I agree with Elena. This wraps the bands and lyrics around each other and the mash-up is vibrant and provocative. Love it.

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  3. So interesting. I love the mash-up of the bands and lyrics to carry the tone of the poem, well done!

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  4. Quite impressive how you made such a big mashup of artists and songs flow so well.

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  5. as a music enthusiast, this poem was really easy to get into for me. It's a good story and anyone who enjoys some classic rock n' roll would find home in this poem.

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