They open the page<\/p>\n
A laser drenched stage<\/p>\n
Kasabian blasts out its songs<\/p>\n
Blinded by light<\/p>\n
Deafened by sound<\/p>\n
Can you hear the words?<\/p>\n
Just an incessant pound<\/p>\n
That grapples with ear drums<\/p>\n
and all inner cores<\/p>\n
The NME opens<\/p>\n
opens its doors<\/p>\n
A shrieking percussion<\/p>\n
A mist of thick blue<\/p>\n
The heart beats are pumping<\/p>\n
The old ear drums too<\/p>\n
Gyratingly obvious<\/p>\n
They are the one’s<\/p>\n
Decibels rising<\/p>\n
They are the sons<\/p>\n
Of the new music scene<\/p>\n
laser light sabres shine<\/p>\n
Pink blue and red<\/p>\n
Its all on the line<\/p>\n
A night of this deafens<\/p>\n
A day of this might<\/p>\n
A week of this, God help yer<\/p>\n
It can’t be right<\/p>\n
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