Izzy's Reading - An alternative love song

Hi this is a poem I wrote for Ruthio and Arron today... ..and, it's called "Stop Making Sense, an Alternative Love Song" by Izzy Brittain Give me self-consciously clumsy Over polished, any day. At least it's honest Let’s record the trips, the falls, break-beats and bare feet Treading carefully around broken bottles, and deceit. The way I look at it, Let us not fight it. Give thanks to the anti-heroes, the weirdos The character building moments In our own personal histories of romance. Take the film noir flaws and the classic themes Like love and death and the price of wheat... Don’t deny it Those tripped, lost beats are what got us here. Can we chuck them all on a loop pedal? Throw in some effects Make it hymnal? Take petals, pluck them from the floor of a field covered in plastic bottles Sing all your tired struggles into a hairbrush Let go Throw in all that you don’t know and really wish you understood But still hold close And always, take time to recover. Give us years of meandering prattle Play us miniature battles then leave us, in silence Before whip cracks and wonder erupt in abundance. Show me gyrating hips We are the lords and ladies of the wedding dances We require sweet musics to provoke bumwaggles and 'balter' An old English term for dancing artlessly without particular grace or skill but with Extreme Joy! And for this Give us our fill of flippant fuckwittery Alongside independence the kind that we can retain amongst people Harmonise the impractical, whimsical elements With the need to make money to feed ourselves and the desire to hone love in a slow way Like they did in the old days Don't forget a reprise a touch of compromise And give me regular bouts of incoherence Make notes about moments standing one on top of the other Depicting mountains or.. Trans Siberian express journeys Because I can’t decide whether to mention London, or Melbourne, or the Alps or a shiny Northern Soul dance floor Or if a good old cliché will be enough And if grit can ever be entwined with idealism? Don’t mention contracts, or imperfection. We're after glitter Glitter and the grace of something greater Make symphonies out of real-life love stories That are long and sometimes boring transcendental, but also dumb, And exist, like this one Between the headlines, pragmatic, yet poetic. Defiant against the latest coup, and all that bloody horrible news To hold us close with a rocking motion, Something melodious, yes.. and gentle. Let's shove all this on a loop pedal Throw in some effects Make it hymnal. Create a rhythm that’s the sum of all our parts, In bite-sized chunks of guts and arms Not manageable Like a flexible, affordable workspace Give us a paradoxical Unintelligible lovesong, crack on! Compose confused hearts and improvise riffs on ancient history Bring in all the ludicrous myths and the legends, The folk tales and the bringers of mystery The plus ones of prophecy, Make a lament for the ships, the clocks and the stars And the masters of astronomy Open the soundbites and samples from the cabinet of our sop and our soft animal curiosities. Give it strings like Shostakovich and jazz pianist’s fingers, Sound us a tortoise shell and a honey drum when we need them. Include 101 ways to achieve consensus, but remember you’ve still got to find it in your own mind first. Give us cheese. Like, really good cheese that doesn’t squeak The kind of guilty pleasure you can dance to, If you’re not too cool that is. And be sure to end it all on a high note Something rhapsodic, operatic, orchestral Take all our preconceived notions of love, And smother them, with a song. Can we put all this on a loop pedal please – Throw in some effects – make it... HYMNAL! Thank you Izzy. You are amazing. Love PitBun x