Harriboy's Hut
By Harry Rogers
Harriboy's HutJun 08, 2019
YOLO YOLO
Harri and Len, beat poetry, Harriboy's Hut mix .
YOLO YOLO
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Do every
Thing you can
Do it now
Fore you go
Life ain't a
Rehearsal
This is your
Only gig
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Rise up tall
Stand up proud,
Play it all
Shout out loud,
Give out love
Where you can,
To your friends
To yourself.
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
When all hope
Disappears
Search it out
Bring it back
Don't waste your
Precious time
Search out hope
Bring it home
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Bring it home
After all
You only
Live one time
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Yolo yolo
Harry Rogers in Harriboy's Hut 8th September 2023
Velvet Trappings
Republican poem by Harry Rogers.
VELVET TRAPPINGS
We feed those who live for patriarchy
With images that maintain the arcane.
Three generations of anti freedom
Draped in velvet trappings of privilege.
They ape worst excesses of history,
Personifying divine rights of kings
As they shit on dreams of equality.
What kind of psychological illness
Courses through these creatures minds in such times?
Yet still large crowds do sing God save the king
Whilst footballers drop down to take the knee.
Behind back stairs we hear servant chatter
Whispered in republican deference,
These popinjays believe that they matter.
Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 29th August 2023.
Where Orcas Sing
Harry Rogers composition.
Where Orcas Sing
That place, where Orcas sing untranslated songs,
Makes me wonder, what do they sing about?
Do they spread gallant rebellious tales,
Of how to take back ancient hunting grounds
From overweight human vacationers,
Who swan about in their Sun Seeker boats,
Who discharge rotten stinky sewage,
Pollute aural pathways with engine noise,
And invade nature's private paradise.
Do Orcas share tales of nudging rudders,
To send bourgeois invaders off course?
I hope so, killer whales are fabulous.
One day, after the singularity,
AI will translate, we will be long gone.
Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom,
6th August 2023.
BOOM
Latest techno jazz beat poem published on my blog Harri Seeing Red on 1st August 2023, recorded in Harriboy's Hut on Wednesday 9th August 2023.
FORCE
Latest recorded track by Harry Rogers and Len Arthur. One in a series destined for an album of jazzy beat poetry rants later this year.
Einstein's Violin
My poem Einstein's Violin is a fantasy idea of Albert Einstein playing his beloved Lina as he tripped on LSD.
Don't Come To Me
I wrote this lyric in 2011 and did nothing with it. Recently I bought a Logitech Yeti USB microphone and I made this recording in Harriboy's Hut in July 2023.
STOLEN LIGHTNING
I wrote this poem just after the New Cross Fire back in 1982. I recently recorded it and set it to a backing track.
Here is the poem:-
STOLEN LIGHTNING.
The flashes stolen
From the god of war
Parading on the streets
Just like before
Borrowed symbols
Turn the runes around
Dream wings are melting
Crashing to the ground
Children screaming,
Can’t you feel the parents loss?
A Nazi is hiding
Behind the broken cross
Stolen Lightning
Flashing round your head
Stolen Lightning
Illuminates the dead
Stolen Lightning
Eagles fly again
Stolen Lightning
From so-called “supermen”
Harry Rogers 18th February 1982
Scene Red Latest Demos From The Hut.
PINK DOG IN THE RED LIGHT
Q Around The Square
THE CONJURING a gothic short story by Harry Rogers
Heading For The Zuiderzee (Demo)
We Will Hear Skylarks
LAWYERS PARADISE
IS IT WHAT IT IS?
Now See The Vengeance
Ginger Plum Tea
THE RINGSTAND (a ghost story)
Too Much Freedom At The Top
At the top of
The tree today
Freedom for the hunter
Is death to the prey
Freedom for the eagle
Means death in its claws
Freedom for the fascist
Means end of good laws
Freedom for the banker
Means cash is not yours
There is too much
Freedom at the
Top of the tree
Freedom for the police
Means death on the streets
Freedom for the dealer
Means strung out dead beats
Freedom for the landlord
Means homeless retreats
Freedom for the bosses
Means worker defeats
There is so much
Freedom at the
Top of the tree
Too much freedom
At the top of
The tree today
There's no justice
In the land of
The free today
It's a blindfold
The people are
Not free today
Rise up strongly
The people can
Be free today
Harry Rogers, past midnight in the Red Bedroom, 29th May 2020.
WORMWOOD MAINLINE
Labelled Brexit
Once uncork-ed
Poison mainline
Everybody
Turning insane
Bitter, Bitter
Flowing through veins
Bad blood boiling
All bamboozled
Help us mummy
We're all confused
Undone we stand
Staring blankly
Strangelove rises
Index finger
Poised on button
Lives forgotten
Brand new addicts
Wormwood mainline.
Harri Rogers, 6-12-2019 Aberystwyth Arts Centre.
Demo -BENEATH A HUNTER'S MOON 2ND RUN THROUGH
Upon the shore
I find that thing
I had searched for
Behind a rock
Beneath the pier
I never thought
I'd find it here
It called to me
'Neath Hunter's Moon
Absurdly white
On silver spoon
Low waves did lap
I snorted deep
Amour filled dreams
Whilst I did sleep
Found Xanadu
Through long lost door
That magic place
Seen once before
Astral lover
Meets with me there
Glinting sapphires
Adorn her hair
But as I lay
Beneath the pier
An elver slid
Into my ear
The eel bit through
Ear drum so tight
As I dreamt on
Into the night
Eel found a way
Inside my head
Whence it would feed
Till I was dead
In Xanadu
Lake did ripple
As I caressed
Astral nipple
Moonbeams did bounce
Upon each wave
Whilst I became
The elvers slave
The tide eased in
My feet were wet
Still did I sleep
Could not wake yet
The eel chomped on
Into my brain
Dream visions then
Became insane
Soon dawn did break
My soul arose
I watched the eel
Slide from my nose
No way could I
Get back in head
From Xanadu
For I was dead
15-10-2019 in Harriboy's Hut .
Boomtime In Dystopia by Simply Spiffing
Beneath Hunter's Moon
BACK FROM THE ABYSS
On The Beach At Fukushima
A New False Dawn From Broadchurch
That place where worn out centrists lurch
From side to side, from front to back
Drag upside downside through the crack.
Outside Variety Theatre
Back room of darkened beer kellar
Ghoul plots death of democracy,
With Trumpian ochlocracy
Disrupters sieze power levers
Public swells with disbelievers
Barbarians in parliament
Pour petrol on flames of dissent
Many sit and scratch their belly
Strictly's back upon the telly
Plenty of somas need no port
No borders for our dose of sport
Scenario defies description
For those with unfilled prescription
Each day we wait with bated breath
Is there news of Government death?
No more false dawns from that broad church
Let no neo liberal lurch
Delay the day stables swept clean
When we elect a new machine
To build the new Jerusalem
Give special thanks to Tony Benn.
Harry Rogers, Aberbanc, 29th September 2019.
Where The Children Play
Scene Red - Wine And Mescaline - l i v e at The Cellar Bar 2019
Battledress Star
Long Live Johnny Edge
Our Little Soldier
Shadows In The Wind -16 Jun 2019
CATCHING SHADOWS IN THE WIND.
WE'RE CLIMBING UP THE SKY
SEE THE BEAUTY IN ALL THINGS
AS PEOPLE TRY TO FLY
BUSY MINGLING, AS WE DO,
THE SHYEST OF THE SHY
IN THOSE SUMPTIOUS ROOMS WITH
THE HIGHEST OF THE HIGH.
THE IMPOSSIBILITY
WE REALISE, BY AND BY,
OF THEIR WEAPONS BRINGING PEACE,
WHILST POLITICIANS CRY.
ONCE AGAIN IT ALL BEGINS,
ONTO BOULEVARDS WE HIE,
WITH PLACARDS AND BALLOONS
HUMANLY WE MUST ALL TRY,
TO CATCH SHADOWS IN THE WIND.
PERHAPS THIS TIME WE WILL WIN.
WE WON'T IF WE DON'T TRY.
HARRY ROGERS
16/06/19
PENCNWCAU.