Music Poem - Jonathan Doherty
Fingers on string, tugging at heart
strings
Lingers on kind of thing, songs that ring
In your head long after their era
Bang on drums, sounds streaming through hang-on slums,
Priceless music on Manchester streets just got dearer
Guitar strummed, tune hummed, lyrical genius just got nearer
From the Smiths, (not chart stopping just heart stopping)
To the chaps happy on a Monday
And Mr Morrissey, for whom everyday was like a Sunday
To New Order, Ian Curtis knew the ship would come one day
The city, drowned in sound
Its people sorted and sound
And the idioms of the heady days of Oasis remain
Because the band are still strumming away
Mancunians still humming to this day
New Orleans built on jazz
We had the Hacienda and all its razzmatazz
Subvert every genre, we have our own sound
That’s why were Madchester not Sadchester
And that’s the one thing I have found
Be musical and Manc and your fame bound