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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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This poem is an amazing tribute to some of the great rock musicians of our time …. And deserves a place in our own
‘ Hall of Fame ‘ .
This was written specially to tie in with my radio Theme entitled :- ” April Rocks ” for LDOK radio .
Really superb and as ‘The Time Machine ‘ moves forward , no doubt further verses will be added in memory of the great musicians of Rock !!
Thank you so much . T
Comment by Tony — April 5, 2015 @ 8:42 am
My pleasure Tony. I could have penned many more verses for this brief, but had to stop somewhere as your show needs music as well as word. ha ha
Thanks again
Harriet
Comment by allnuts — April 5, 2015 @ 10:20 am