Watching The Tents

I’d had the idea for this for a long time, but it came up on my randomized MP3 player so I put work off for a few minutes and actually wrote it. It’s in honour of the old wet Rowany Festivals, in particular the first one at Tarra, and it’s to the tune of John Lennon’s Watching The Wheels.

[November 2004]

People say it’s raining, running round and frowning,
Well they’re hiding inside the tavern, to save them from drowning
When I say that I’m OK, well they treat me like I’m insane,
“Surely you’d be better off getting inside from the rain?”

People say it’s awful, washing their fun away,
Well they said there was perfect drainage, but now they just run away
When I tell them that I like the rain, as it washes ‘cross the sky
“Don’t you miss the mundane world, where at least you can be dry?”

I’m just sitting here watching the tents all float away
I really don’t mind when it’s damp
No mindless rat race for a merry few days
I just had to come and camp

Oh, people walking sadly, so disillusioned,
Well I tell them there’s no panic, that’s my conclusion
Well they shake their heads when they see my smile, and have to ask me why
I tell them my best pick-up line: “did you know my bed is dry?”

I’m just sitting here watching the tents all float away
I really don’t mind when it’s damp
No mindless rat race for a merry few days
I just had to come and camp
I just had to come and camp
I just had to come and camp