An excitingly eclectic evening featuring -

7-30pm Alone Trooper

8-15pm Jamie Hay

9-15pm Tom Figgins

10pm Sabrina Chap

£5 Entry

Let me fight for you in the live loop battle of the world.

VOTE Alone Trooper into the UK final of the World Loop Championships by going to Boss UK on Facebook and following the competition (on the left) by viewing and voting for entries (at the bottom) and finding my video then hit the Vote button.  Link’s are up on my FB page for ease.

Amie,

never really liked her name,

that’s why she made them up,

and so they often changed.

Coffee, the girls and laughing,

causing her voice to rise in pitch.

Who’s been sleeping with who

and she’s a fucking bitch,

but quickly then to serious

as in the flicking of a switch

a defence mechanism long established

the girls knew her nervous twitch.

“That’s it I’m going to tell him,

right to his fucking face”

and realising their protestations

would have just of been a waste,

they wished her good luck

and much love always,

pleading she’d take care

and a promise to stay safe.

Sarah,

took the seat at the back

as had become her custom,

twirling wisps of hair jet black

gazing blankly out the window,

and in this time her mind relapsed

to a memory all but distant,

defining when times had just changed

the stopping in an instant,

of a soundtrack composed with screams,

playing for as long as could be remembered,

and now it was the silence

on which her attention centred,

disturbing was this experience anew

for it meant that they had ended,

and so she wished for familiar sounds

no matter how unpleasant.

Jane,

Awoke from her dreaming

and brushed her arms to warm the skin,

stepping from the bus into the cool night

she felt the scars adorning them,

souvenirs collected during their arguments,

and when all seemed lost, including herself,

reality came cutting in.

The streets she had stomped

bearing uncanny resemblance

to the child they had raised,

before having been forsaken

a quite unique situation

that come their separation,

neither had laid claim, 

no contestation,

of custodial rights

each to the other willing

to offer the child,

an unclaimed prize

after the carnivals left town,

a charity shop hand-me-down,

a little girl in lost and found.

Emma,

Stood outside

her father’s door,

Now I’m going to give him what for,

She assured

and reassured herself,

a mind full of words that would surely hit,

On bated breath

with clenching  fist,

a comeuppance served long overdue,

it surely was time that he knew,

the pain, the hate

held by his only child,

as she had suffered all this time,

how satisfying be the imminent demise,

to relinquish what was held inside,

a torrent of venom

as poisonous the snake bites,

for which she was now infamous

as she had bit before,

leaving Adam damned for evermore

Claire,

turned,

heading back down the path,

having danced once again

her favourite dance,

she sparked her lighter

and stared into the flame,

a realization bright

it was always the same,

every time that she came,

she’d make it to the door,

turn,

burn

and inhale,

curse beneath her breath,

then be on her way,

I guess this singular constant in life

helped to keep her sane,

when the only thing she had control over,

was the choosing of her name.

Trooper live, loop induced street performances

@Clock Tower, St.Peters Street.

Thursday 24th June @ 12 pm

Sunday 27th June @ 11 am

Urban warfare – expect casualties.

My tracks have been covered with the greatest care taken
The perimeter has been set with no route forsaken
Rigged with trips and patrolled at all times
What had I missed, where had I left a sign?

To be located now, so surreal
It’s against the code; honour and survival
Secrecy was once the most natural task
In need of help which before has never been asked

I had identified the wanting
Now overcome with the yearning
A desperate need for encouragement, empathy and understanding

Doubting the extensive preparation
Making plans to embark upon the mission
That inert strength has now gone missing
I fear I have disclosed my true location

A vulnerable target always makes mistakes
Often the narrator to their own demise
Shamed severely by my actions
The trooper’s plight
Like a casualty
Turns hero
Into pity
Glory
Into lies

To be the lone
And to be feeling alone
Prior to the battle
The war has been won

Once fighting for truth, now fighting fatigue
Pre-emptive action; the cause I concede
And now I am surrounded, for they were here all along
The enemy’s within; orchestrating defeat; all of my own

Between the Rain

When everything’s so Sharp

It cuts my Soul in half”

Trooper home demo of ‘Sharp’; sleepless studio version will soon be in affect.

Send out the Scout – coming soon.