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Keith Flint of The Prodigy - Tribute

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Miss_Sub
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Write a tribute poem to Keith Flint

”Tread carefully, or I will cut you to shreds” - Keith Flint


I’ll be honest... I’m fucking balling here.

Keith Flint of The Prodigy died today aged 49. I remember watching the music video for FIRESTARTER and it completely blew my mind when I was younger. It also terrified younger me.... Keith was just stood there writhing in this totally inhuman way. He became the icon of the little rebel I always wanted to be.

The Prodigy became the sound of my younger years, my hometown and many interesting personal experiments along the way. They were icons of the 90’s British rave scene.

Keith Flint inspired the social conformity out of me, not to mention the militia of silverware that still adorns my face. Their music still inspires a fire in my belly. I write to it frequently.

If you would, please write a poem inspired by The Prodigy in honour of Keith. Break out a bit of rebel.

RIP 😭

https://youtu.be/wmin5WkOuPw

https://youtu.be/rmHDhAohJlQ

https://youtu.be/bSNyTxIVxa8

https://youtu.be/h1AaKBbNGkk

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Sky_dancer
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Well Spent Youth

Remember when the fields were pools?
When drugs were free, and we were fools
I danced in rain the while you started fires
"Fuck them and their law!"
I called to the skies
Twisted me in circles in your poison
With every kind of intoxicated noise
Flowing through my veins
Exhaling! Exhaling!
I saw two dancers, frenetic mudmen
Willing victims
Oblivious to anything but your beats
We played your game
Oh you were so good for me
We didn't need nobody
We were magic people
Voodoo people
Shit you made my body move
In those muddy pools
Scratched my itch up!*
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Awesome first entry. Thank you 😊

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slipalong
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Not the cult of dull #Keith Flint

Will they sing angelic hymns
black and sombre suits to honour him
the tributes in a key of golden opportunity  
for he rang the division bell  
 grimace the gargoyles of hell  
grabed us by the throat and sang  
look and see and that expletive "that was me man"  
dont give a fuck, dont give a shit  
I stoke the coals of infamy    
and on conformity I spit  
for he was not  
bygones music of the rebels cause  
to  stage a show just for applause
tried to rend our sanctimonious lives    
 the Flint, the sparks that flew  
mark the past  where there was puberty    
the Fire Starter burns eternally
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MadameLavender
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Fragmentation


Strike—I’m used for fire
Strike—I am the heat
Strike—I was fire
Strike—I was scene

I’m dangerous
I’m dangerous
Watch me fragment and expand.
I used to shatter
I used to matter
I was the one who broke the glass.

Embrace the violence!
Embrace the silence!
Strike the dark and watch me spark.
(Strike, strike, strike…..the flint—watch it spark)

Ohhhhhh….I screamed it out loud
I punched it out, now—
They say I took my life and heart.
(Strike, strike, strike….the flint—watch it spark)

I lit the fire
I took it higher
My tears will sizzle in the flames.
I made it louder
I was flash-powder
‘Twas time and God just called my name.

(I was the fire--strike—and watch me spark…)

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Inflicted

Us 90s teens knew about the 80s new wave,
We craved a fresh way then came a new rave,
It was the house and electronic funk age,
Like punk with enough of rock and rage,
Teenage angst perfectly expressed
Beating us hard through the chest,
Because the music let us vent,
With the likes of Maxim and Flint.

For (US) it came from across the pond,
Like a hurricane but from the beyond,
Inviting us to jump into the pit,
And mosh like you would never quit,
US teens back then were angry and scared,
But Flint’s eyes perfectly gazed and stared,
He glared into our souls and we were petrified,
Face your demons or slowly die inside.

Someway, somehow we were all inflicted,
The self-torment kept us all restricted,
But the music was a perfect in every way,
The way the energy flowed from the stage.
But now that Flint is gone I’m lost in thought,
All plans for the future have come to naught,
I’m trying to breathe but my stomach’s a knot,
For every memory that the music brought,
        I can’t give it anymore, that’s all I Goth

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slipalong
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well done Sky dancer awesome as the setter noted

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Sky_dancer
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slipalong said:well done Sky dancer awesome as the setter noted

Argh! OMG! Woah! I'm absolutely amazed!

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Congrats, ya FIRESTARTER! 🔥

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