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The Leeds Festival Diary - 25th to 28th August 05
Gallery 28
Photographs by Steve Clappison
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Continued from ,
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Check the thisisUll.com Gallery
Photographs courtesy and Copyright © Steve Clappison at
(www.tallorders.org)
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Friday
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Saturday
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Sunday
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Adventures of Loki,
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65 Days of Static,
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Bam Bam Franks,
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Cardboard Radio,
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Ali Whitton,
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Harrisons,
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Circlesound,
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Cardboard Cowboy ,
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Lyca Sleep,
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Deserves to Die.
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Censored.
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Sunday People.
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Future Ex Wife,
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Chicken Legs Weaver,
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Mr Mojo.
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Last Days of Vengeance.
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Fifty-Nine Violets.
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Mr Shiraz.
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Friday People.
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I Like Trains.
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New Minds Eye.
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Oh Farcas.
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Saturday People.
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Sunshine Underground.
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Paris Man.
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The Kiks.
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The Favours.
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Pilla.
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Western Suburbs.
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The Last People On Earth.
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This Et Al.
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Your Vegas.
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Turismo.
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Xenith Sound.
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Voltage Union.
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Poetry - Ripped To Shreds By Joe Hakim
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It's on the back of a bad night
-one of the fuckin' worst
-the dealers are new,
unprepared,
and the players
are mean tonight,
the hunger making them
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Poetry - Across The Sea By Maurice Fairfield
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If you ever go across the sea to Cuba
If only at the closing of your days
You can sit and watch the moon rise on Havana
The sun go down on Guantanamo Bay
To see the guards, the guns, the razor wire
The prisoners in their cages turning grey
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Poetry - Discovering a Horrible Truth while Dumping the Rubbish By Joe Hakim
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Moved into this new place-
another momentary sanctuary,
it's in the town centre
-no wheelie bin,
so
I didn't know what
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Poetry - The Short Goodbye (Portrait of the Artist as a Young Bum) By Maurice Fairfield
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The door she left through when she left
Was firmly closed but not quite slammed
Her steady step upon the stair
Suggested that his hopes were damned
He glanced around the dingy flat
The faded curtains, threadbare rug
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Poetry - A Wake-Up Call By Del Abe Jones.
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We have what is known as FEMA
And our "Homeland Security"
The Military, State and Feds
In case of, such a tragedy.
And we also have a President
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Poetry - Our Tsunami - 30th August 2005 By Del Abe Jones.
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The force of Mother Nature
Has washed upon our shore
With a fierce, hellish fury
Like we've never seen before.
Homes and businesses flooded
By tens of thousands, maybe more
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Poetry - Sierra Leone by Lee Cassanell
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Pieces of Carbon
For God and the bible
For profit and privilege we reap
A fistful of diamonds
Reducing proud lions
To lost and degraded black sheep.
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Poetry - High Noon in Washington By Patrick Henry
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High Noon strikes in Washington where George W. rules okay,
Top man in the Wild West where freedom comes by gun law.
From Tombstone to Dallas they'll shoot you if you cross
The wrong way their highway not their way,
And fry you like burgers in the electric chair.
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Poetry - Single, yet not alone By Miss Newton
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What a great feeling
Being here alone
Books, wine and fags
And the dangerous mobile phone
Options are open
Kisses may be stolen
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Poetry - Love Among The Ruins by Maurice Fairfield
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When first you swam into my life
I knew that I was hooked
I knew that I was caught at last
My goose was really cooked
I thought that I'd thrown in my hand
My playing days were over
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Poetry - Storm in Western Cemetery By Tim Jarvis
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Drums in the canopy pounding,
Rain fists on timpani leafs roar.
Looking up from James Henwood's stone,
Awestruck beneath the thundering dome.
Too soon the fat drops will come,
Falling on the Madonna and I.
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Poetry - The day the bombs went off by Lee Cassanell
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I watched my Dad explode last week
I couldn't help but laugh,
He'd bought an almond cake for tea and paid for a new bath
My mother cried
And so did I
He had a leek and tatty pie
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Poetry - Port of Call By Patrick Henry
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Sailor home from the sea, soldier back from the war,
Who are you? This has never been told
To those meant to be nearest, or even yourself
Through wild years playing your part round the world.
Tinker, rover, soldier, sailor: all set deep in your Northern race;
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Poetry - The Cup That Cheers By Patrick Henry
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The reds, the underdog team they were up
For the Final night of the Europe Cup.
We wished them the best backing Liverpool,
The rough old port where hope was born,
Where you'll find no trees nor scented breeze,
Nor fields of waving corn;
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Poetry - Red Fox Blues By Patrick Henry
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I'm blue, but not true blue that way
Of the high mighty rich who took my town away.
Blue sounds of protest stand for those in need to say
Light from the hard left should shine back some sweet day
Lady Day sang the blues are nothing but a cold grey day,
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