paroles de chanson Festival Band - Lewis Bootle , Gecko

As I walked into the festival community, I bumped into a steward said "Sorry sir excuse me,"
Cool, I asked him for directions but then somebody else must have gone and just grabbed his attention (cos he done one,)
But thats cool I'll find another someone, to finish off his sentence, and point me to the entrance,
To the gates where they seem to scan the tickets, where the dogs do the sniffing and the people aren't much different,

I can't find my festival money,
I lost my wallet, my mates skint,
And it's far from funny,
I thought this would be (easy-ish) then I lost my (fifty quid),
When people get their (cheesy chips), I'm contemplating (eating dips),

Cruised up, boozed up, queued up, the steward started stewin up,
Excuse us, something about a drug search,
"What's that up your stuffed shirt,"
Nothing, gotta trust, sir,
Just the pillow I was hugging from the bus, sir,

You know what it's like on the mega bus,
Everyone is mega fussed,
People always talking too loud, (but it's never us,)
Well behaved for the ten of us,
Anyway he thought I was selling drugs,

An accusation unfair,
I'd never carry drugs,
(Can I buy them when I'm in there?)

Festival Band, wrapped about an inch around my hand,
That's the way its gotta be, so later I can let in Sam,
Sam can't afford the ticket price,
So I gotta sneak him in, in the dead of night, (in the dead of night,)

Oh shit.
My phone's just died, Sam's gonna be pissed off,
I need Sam here for the festival to lift off,
He's my best mate you see, the only time we lose connection is when I've got no battery,

Now we're on the inside, (follow as the path bends,)
Queues history, (as we passed tents,)
Need to hurry up and pitch up, we discussed is this picturesque enough for us, (group picture,)

Faces to disgust, we've been stitched up
The only place left to pitch is the perimeter
Settle down the luggage unpack the bags,
A mallet (a peg) and a beer in my hand,

(Memories of good times spent,
That tents been flooded and the pegs are quite bent,) (but we'll use em again)

Everyone went to the arena, I said I'll see ya,
Twiddling my thumbs just seems wrong,
Dream on, how long I've been gone,
Discussing philosophy with a man dressed as a tree frog

Duke boots on, (don't call me) Mr. Wellington,
Flat out the batts on my festival telephone,
Heaven knows, I'll never know, where my mates did they ever go zipping round the camp like a velodrome,

I'm here at a random campsite,
Staring down with hippes contemplating at ant life,
And other bugs teaming in the scenery,
What does all of this greenery mean to me, Nature.
Gone off track man, I've gone off piste,
The suns gone down but no need for skis, or a chair lift, to lift me
I got these new friends, but I need Sam with me!

Festival Band, wrapped about an inch around my hand,
That's the way its gotta be, so later I can let in Sam,
Sam can't afford the ticket price,
So I've gotta sneak him in in the dead of night,

Now it's 4 AM and I feel down hearted, no closer to finding Sam since my search started,
I was at the gate for what felt like hours, thinking why do phones have to be battery powered,
Couldn't charge it either cos I had no cash which meant no lunch, no dinner, no midnight snack,
Sat alone by the tent nursing my last bear, not really feeling it when Sam's not here,

As the night fades and the morning light rises, I make out a shape beyond my half closed eyelids,
Can't make it out theres a figure in the distance, my drunken eyes try figure out who it is then,
As he gets a bit closer this stranger looks stranger, try to arrange a clearer picture, am I in danger?

He's covered in mud... from head to toe, but I know that jacket, it couldn't be though...
And I know that strut, my mind tries to place him as he gets a bit closer I'm struck by amazement,
My visions validated, I don't understand, standing before me my best mate Sam!