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R.I.P.
On January 7th a shadow fell over me
And the thunder that had rolled throughout my years
Fell silent forever
A kind of grief stole over me
Foolish grief I might say
Not knowing the man who had made that thunder roll
But grief nonetheless
In the end I find a kind of melancholy has settled in
Sad that I will never hear him play anything new ever again
Yet thankful for the music left behind
The soundtrack of my life
To use a tired cliche
Yet the truth nonetheless
If there is a heaven it is rocking louder tonight
Since a giant has entered the afterlife
Rest in peace Neil
There are millions who will miss you
Exit stage left
And the thunder that had rolled throughout my years
Fell silent forever
A kind of grief stole over me
Foolish grief I might say
Not knowing the man who had made that thunder roll
But grief nonetheless
In the end I find a kind of melancholy has settled in
Sad that I will never hear him play anything new ever again
Yet thankful for the music left behind
The soundtrack of my life
To use a tired cliche
Yet the truth nonetheless
If there is a heaven it is rocking louder tonight
Since a giant has entered the afterlife
Rest in peace Neil
There are millions who will miss you
Exit stage left
Published 17th Jan 2020
Author's Note
For Neil Peart, who was my favourite drummer and played in my favourite band. Gone but never to be forgotten.
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2nd Feb 2020 8:31pm
Yeah, seeing these musicians leave us reminds us of our own years, and morality. Well expressed tribute, thinlane.
