Hey everybody,
I'm in a mood tonight and thought I'd share this. My friend Iggy died last week and I was at his wake last night. He was 85 so not a huge shock really. He had a heart attack while pulling out the weeds around a World War II memorial in the town where he lived. He was one hell of a guy. Earlier in the month I had visited the grave of my friend John who died a couple years back now. It was a shock when I heard about his death. He had just turned 34.
Well, I'd been working tonight on my computer and going through the "My Documents" section, looking for something for a buisness I'm trying to start, I found this song. It was something I wrote a while after John's death. I had not read it in some time and for some reason it struck me as odd that it would turn up just at this moment. I just felt like sharing it at this particular moment, which is also odd, I guess as sort of a tip of the hat to John and to remembering. Not everybody gets celebrated in a song. Well, here it is, I did the best I could at rather confusing moment in my life.
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John’s Song
You crazy young misfit, so lost and deluded
Shaking the world by its ear
Your life like a car crash, so loud and obnoxious
Wanna let em all know that you’re here
At home in this strangeness, eager and shameless
Wearing your clown painted leer
On this trip to discover, the secrets of others
The wheel feels too greasy to steer
Chorus:
What do you know now…
Wish you could tell me somehow
What would you say if you were here (2x)
For you love was fleeting, obscene and defeating
Ending before it begun
All the signs were confusing, made you feel you were losing
Sailing off into the sun
Never finding your island, just drifting and smiling
Nothing would ever be won
So you sent me your pages, revealed all of your stages
Until it all came undone
Chorus
In this room full of whispers, you no longer listen
Filled with a deafening hum
So many visions, lights and illusions
But you turn up deaf and so dumb
You left them to linger, pointing their fingers
While you lie there cold and so numb
Forget about reason, no need to appease them
Your Steppenwolf’s finally come
-RDW3songs 2001
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So there you go.
'nite everybody,
Reg
