Måned: november 2014
The fountain
Rising surface
Tempting tub
A warm bath?
Words…
What is there left to say?
What is there left to say
When the last notes have died away
When the last lead’s been disconnected
And the last fee’s collected
When the last dressing room’s deserted
And the last hurt’s no longer hurting
And the last stage has been struck
And the last gear’s in the truck
And the last notes have died away
What is there left to say?
-Pete Brown
Beautiful poem by Jack Bruce’s long time Friend and lyricist Pete Brown, who read this at the funeral. 2014-11-05
RIP Jack