Is a road that gets thinner.
Follow it for a winding while
Until you come to the fret
Rising through dank empty fields
Hemmed with trees already fading.
Go on until you reach
A deserted prom.
As the fret thickens
Feel your way
Along dripping rust scabbed railings,
Find the jetty.
Stop there.
Stand still.
Close your eyes
And listen.
JJ Burnel’s elegy for Dave Greenfield, who died of/with Covid
“If Something’s Gonna Kill Me (It Might As Well Be Love)”
Innocence has left this house
To wander among the stars
To light the path before us so we can see
You wake me up one morning and the world has changed
It’s war and the Martians have arrived
The world goes in meltdown and I miss you
The world goes in meltdown and I miss you
Earthquakes may happen
And the heavens open
If something’s gonna kill me
It might as well be love
One more gone to join the legions far away
Our ranks are getting thinner by the day
Our glory’s far behind us and I miss you
Our glory’s far behind us and I miss you
Innocence has left this house
To wander among the stars
To light the path before us so we can see
Earthquakes may happen
And the heavens open
If something’s gonna kill me
It might as well be love
Earthquakes may happen
And the heavens open
If something’s gonna kill me
It might as well be love
Might as well be love
If something’s gonna kill me
If something’s gonna kill me
It might as well be love
The Stranglers