ESCAPE FROM GLASTDITZ
The smell of old patchouli
From raggle-taggle tents
The sizzle of wet denim
On hot electric fence
The triple steel sections
The moats as deep as wide
The distant crump of mortar
Across the other side
The warnings and the beatings
The trudge across the mire
The chatter of machine guns
The daunting razor wire
And silent in the watchtowers
The grim determined guard
Who swivels glaring spotlights
To make intrusion hard
And legend has it, one year
They caught a poor young fella
Who'd parachuted over
By using an umbrella
They took away his space cakes
And several cans of Stella
Then marched him back to main stage
To finish watching Weller
Martin Newell will be performing poetry at this weekend's Glastonbury Festival on all three days
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