Murray Lachlan Young
Back down along the purple mile.
BBC6music tribute poem to Prince by Murray Lachlan Young. 21/04/016.
Tiny towering purple star
Leader legend, poet lover
Left us wondering us what you are
Symbol sequence seer other
Rock, funk, psych, jazz blues and soul,
Cold seducer Cuban heel
Staring down the prince sized hole
Twinkle toed and hyper real
Motorcycle black narcissus
Funny fast and ready rude
Lipstick winking blowing kisses
Hot thing sexed up horny crude
Mad fret-magician troubadour
Talent stacked from skin to core
Whimsical and technical
In mastery of do and dare
Axe-man par extraordinaire
Slave and frenzied feedback wizard
Energetic furnace feeder
Boudoir stalker lounging lizard
Badass balladeer Bandleader
Bullet gone in trauma taken
Pulled back to the hallowed soil
Icon, prophet now we waken
Snatched up off the earthly coil
Your path across the mortal plain
As Lightening rod and bolt as one
Your top-line and your groove remains
Your voice a princely smoking gun
It’s just too soon to say goodbye
Forgive us if we wait a while
To hear your six string growl and cry
Back down along that purple mile
Crowd fund my new book!
Do it, do it now! - How Freakin' Zeitgeist Are You?
To coincide with the New Year publication of the forthcoming Anthology,Murray Lachlan Young will be undertaking a very special up-close and personal UK Tour in September / October / November / December 2016.
Widely regarded as one of the best-known poetry voices in Britain, Murray Lachlan Young presents his new live show . Acclaimed playwright, actor and writer, Murray is celebrated for his hybrid mix of stand-up comedy and poetry with delightful commentaries on the bizarreness of contemporary life. Live and onstage expect flamboyant punchy wit and brooding subtext with empathetic humour and occasional attacks of original erotic folk song .
A man whose performance clips have notched up over 250,000 hits on YouTube.
Known for his numerous appearances and residencies on BBC Radio 2 Arts Show and Radio4'sSaturday Live. Murray is current resident poet of BBC 6 Music and BBC Test Match Special and recently chalked up a huge BBC Radio4 hit with his poetic responses to The Shipping Forecast. Most recent work includes a co-adapted the new film version of the Dylan Thomas classic: Under Milkwood. No stranger to the big screen himself Murray has also appeared in About A Boy, Vatel and as a haunting gallows poet in Plunkett & Macleane.Murray’s first stage play, The Incomers, toured nationally as well as residencies at The Union Club, Soho and The Arts Club in Dover St. There was also a famed tongue in cheek Poet Loreate ‘bid’ appearance alongside Andrew Motion on BBC Newsnight with Jermy Paxman, commissioned works for Vauxhall Motors and Magners Cider, and recent appearances at countless festivals including headline slots at: Glastonbury, Latitude and Edinburgh Festival . Unmissable!
PLUS..where performances permit alongside the above tour: MURRAY LACHLAN YOUNG’s Modern Cautionary Tales for Children
An innovative poetry show written and performed by Murray Lachlan Young. A mixture of: poetry, stand-up comedy, storytelling and a touch of panto make for a hilarious and positive route to showing children that poetry can be fun, thought-provoking and occasionally quite cool! This show gets children dancing on-stage, completing simple fun poems, being Ponies and getting seriously involved in live interactive poetry - this is a raucous, silly, scary, funny poignant and enlightening hour of merriment and mayhem.
"Who'd have thought it .The big bad boy of performance poetry. turns out to be one of the greatest children's entertainers I have ever seen. There is not a patronising nanosecond in this show - children and 'ex-children' are treated exactly alike" THE SCOTSMAN, FIVE STARS
"Young is clearly one of the most likeable performers . His poetry is funny, observational and entirely silly. His audience banter is even funnier." THE LIST, FIVE STARS
For all show bookings contact
Crispin Thomas / CTM. .Culture Tradition Music. Stroud Glos
01453 757376 / 07837 798463 firstname.lastname@example.org
The Voice of a Discarded Christmas Tree
As I furnish the street
Greet the pavement alone
Brushed by nonchalant feet
Once the heart of the home
From the chainsaw’s refrain
Did my journey begin?
As the sap fled my vein
Advent ushered me in
As a symbol of peace
Festive hearts I inspired
In a twelve day long lease
With bright lights I was fired
With a star on my brow
Dressed in silver and gold
Oh but look on me now
Cast adrift in the cold
See the beer cans adorn
Where presents once lay
Newly slain but un-mourned
For the foxes to spray
Lying down by the wheelie bin
Dressing the curb
Winter coat wearing thin
As you pass unperturbed
But a moment my friend
Let me whisper one thing
As you witness my end
Know I once was a king
Fifteen blokes on trip to the Costa
Three days struck from the mid life roster
Fifteen men from the skinny to the burly
Lager in the airport little bit early
Jolly with the trolley on a cheap flight over
Ten shaved heads and cool comb-over
Banter at a canter from the jowl and the belly
The foreign soft porn on the hotel telly.
Tickling the tapas with cash wad hand off
Mini bar death match iPod stand off
Lemon and salt do the bird flap whinny
The age inappropriate jeans too skinny
Minibus taxi late night hot spot
Very loud music T-shirt not hot
Hands in the air with the dance floor banging
Eyes on the prize with the man boobs hanging
Space probes land on distant comets
Grown men twerk and inevitably vomit
Back to the airport wishing they were fitter
Evidence proliferates on Instagram and twitter.
After waking in the morning with a very thick head
To a twelve man spoon in a beer soaked bed
Three days struck from the mid life roster
Looking like death from a trip to the Costa
Never touching alcohol not another cig
Home again home again jiggedy jig.
Hotter than Barbados
Murray Lachlan Young 19/07/014
A sniff, just a sniff of the sun in the sky.
And ours is not to reason why.
Yes it’s ten mile tailback, caravan carve up
Beer bellied lobster, white leg and sandal
Fish and chip sunburn, vampire seagull
Prison camp rock pool, winkle internment
Pensioners crinkle and babies explode
As buses make sticky black grooves in the road
As media banners do testament pay
That it’s 'Hotter by far than Barbados today'
'Hotter than Tunis' 'Hotter than Rome'
Windbreak partition and cool box and dome
Tent to annex a square foot of sand
As we strip to our ‘cozzis’ and seek to be branded
And burnt like a beast on the spit
Before struggling off with our mountains of kit
To the car, where we sit and we move and we sit
And then move and then sit and then sit for a bit
Crawling home after dark much more dead than alive
With a look of surprise that we really survived
Then we gingerly say in the cruel after glow
‘I think I’ve definitely caught the sun, you know?’
All the buzz from Murrays recent play The Incomers can be seen at:
Listen again to Songs from Murray's acclaimed BBC Radio 4 series The Alien balladeer.
Murray sings the songs of some of those who walk the roads less travelled.
Now also available for your permanent enjoyment from:
Murray Lachlan Young on 6Music Breakfast
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