The sun shimmers through a cloud of pale, yellow dust.
The music cracks the sky.
A thousand bodies collide in summer's wake,
The breakdown releases a year of tension and trouble.
We sit a while as artists new to us perform their wares,
No trouble but the price of beer and strange characters vying for attention.
On hallowed ground we sit and watch,
The time of our life unfold.
It's short, it's sweet, it's over too soon.
The stage is cleared, until next year.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 11:18 AM UTC
The sun shimmers through a cloud of pale, yellow dust.
The music cracks the sky.
A thousand bodies collide in summer's wake,
The breakdown releases a year of tension and trouble.
We sit a while as artists new to us perform their wares,
No trouble but the price of beer and strange characters vying for attention.
On hallowed ground we sit and watch,
The time of our life unfold.
It's short, it's sweet, it's over too soon.
The stage is cleared, until next year.
Because who doesn't love rock and roll in the sun