May 7, 2015

 

 

Billy was only,

halfway to paradise,

when he left us broken hearted,

and made the final sacrifice.

 

and Dusty; other artists,

always outsold,

left a catalogue of music,

with hits of pure gold.

 

Robert Palmer, the coolest:

Sheffield’s king of smooth.

Effortlessly crooning;

our troubled minds to sooth.

 

and Adam, the one;

another hit machine guy,

with whom we kept faith,

until his untimely goodbye.

 

The exodus of Bob Marley

had us wailing all day,

and three little birds also,

had so much things to say.

 

‘Twenty four hours from Tulsa’

sang this storyteller singer:

Gene’s gentle, moving words,

in our hearts still linger.

 

and taken so young,

suddenly Mark was gone,

off into the clouds

to ride his white swan.

 

and Roy Orbison sang,

for only the lonely, too,

before leaving on a journey

back to his Blue Bayou.

 

Paul from Cockney Rebel,

in the cruellest way left:

when a twist of fate took him,

leaving fans bereft.

 

Phil fulfilled his dreams,

to become a pop star.

His loyal fans still toast him,

with whisky in a jar

 

The wind cried Mary,

and he had to go;

our great guitarist, Jimi,

who we all loved so.

 

and not just in Massachusetts

did the lights all go out,

when Robin joined his brothers,

leaving us sad beyond doubt.

 

Most recently, Ben E King

drifted off to sleep.

Under the boardwalks of our mind,

his memory, we will keep.

 

Our love affair with Errol

started with a kiss.

His smooth, seductive voice,

we sure are going to miss.

 

So many more were taken,

So many, I could name;

It comes with liabilities,

this fickle game of fame.

 

So many idols lost;

sudden death hard to digest.

Their music, their legacy;

our gain at their bequest.

 

April 4, 2015

 

 

Dear Elvis left us Gracelands;

his private home, to tour.

And for his loyalist fans,

music from his heart, so pure.

 

And Freddie proved his point,

that the show must go on,

when he left us all the anthem,

that forever will be number one.

 

Michael too, the complete package,

lived and breathed his art.

The master of perfection;

his passing broke our heart.

 

And Witney with the gift;

the greatest love, and voice, of all,

taught us how to love ourselves,

before her curtain call.

 

Whilst earlier, Billie and Janis,

and also Tammi Terrell,

all too late had come to realise,

with high’s, came low’s as well.

 

And Marvin, oh god, Marvin;

the undisputed king of soul,

shot from his troubled world,

after life took on it’s toll.

 

And Otis, just like Buddy,

at the height of their fame fell;

both losing life the same way;

the pain too sad to tell.

 

And Jim with all the songs

that our Granny always hums,

also headed ever closer

to those, not so distant drums.

 

And John’s sudden departure,

sent us into a trance,

when all he ever pleaded,

was we give peace a chance.

 

Then lovely George, through illness,

played his final chord,

when he departed early,

to visit his sweet lord.

 

And Amy, our new sweetheart;

we thought on her way back,

but the angels knew far better,

and took her back to black.

 

So many more were taken,

so many, I could name;

it comes with liabilities,

this fickle game of fame.

 

So many idols lost;

sudden death hard to digest.

Their music, their legacy;

our gain, at their bequest.

 

Written by  Harriet Blackbury.

 

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