Arose By Any Other Name
Leaving The Smoke, dirty old town,
Chancing my luck;
No smile, just a frown,
Thinking: “What the ****!”
From the Thames to the Mersey
Same shit, different river,
Cold, tired and hungry.
A thought made me shiver:
I didn’t exist, had no name;
A lost face in the crowd.
We all look the same
With our sad heads bowed.
Then somebody said:
“There’s always a way
And gave me a bed
Saying “You’ll be OK.”
I met others who helped me see;
They knew who I was
And who I could be:
At Bluecoat they opened the doors.
Thank your for songs,
For finding my voice;
My past was all wrong
But now I have choice.
I write this poem
As I go on, higher and higher.
I found a home
In your happy, anonymous choir.
By George Balmer
George Balmer is a member of the Choir With No Name Liverpool.
“It started for me from an invitation to be assistant/back up keyboard player. I was happy to do this but felt little inclination to sing. The first practice session at the Bluecoat was surprisingly enjoyable even though I only joined in the singing. The song choices were uplifting and the arrangements were fun: The women sang the lyrics to ‘Stand By Me’ whilst the men did the bass line. I also enjoyed the warm-up and ice-breakers, which were a good way to help everybody feel less self-conscious.
As the weeks have progressed the regular Wednesday evening event has become more and more a highlight of my week as the other participants are very friendly and encouraging. The meal following the singing has been a great way to get to know people and is, in my opinion, an inspired idea: The combination of music and nourishing food is hard to beat.
One thing I have been particularly impressed by is the commitment from those organising the evening: Never has a session been cancelled despite appalling weather, flu bugs or tiredness. That people choose to give up their time and energy to make a difference in the lives of those of us who are unglamorous and perhaps somewhat unpleasant is heartening and commendable.
The choir recently ‘dipped its toe in the water’ with a performance in collaboration with Sense of Sound at the re-opening of The Everyman theatre. It seemed fitting that an innovative, inclusive and eclectic venue should be the first public community event for a disengaged no-hoper such as I to attempt re-integration into the family of Liverpool’s citizenship. Well done, Choir With No Name! Power to your arm (and your voice).”
March 19th, 2014 at 4:20 pm
What a great poem!
March 21st, 2014 at 11:12 pm
Thank you George!!! It’s really good to have you on board, you’re a great asset.