What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Cancer strikes again......
Sithee, Joe.
Whatever you say. Whatever emotion boils then subsides there is nothing to do. A certain finality has taken away the options.
Sheffield had its moments, but the Joe moments were long gone, already.....
Cry me a river, but then again.... Smile once more, turn thy wheel....
When we were young, Joe sang for us all. His heart was strong. The songs cut through our listlessness. Get me a ticket for an aeroplane... All the lonely days are gone.....
Here, there, and everywhere, the sounds were universal. Staggering onto, and off, stage, drug struck or not, sick or perhaps, he gave better than he got. Songs charged with love.... not sick with emotion. My life was uplifted. Chris Stainton managed the keys. But he has gone too.
Oh you're mine yes you're mine.....
Many rivers to cross....
And it's only my will, that keeps me alive.......
It's such a drag to be on your own.....
Yeah, it was going to happen. Seventy incautious years and what do you expect? We will just roll right out of here, when the night comes..... But the reaper cuts deep, sometimes when unexpected.
Thank you Joe for the songs, the performances. Your life overshadowed mine, ours, and thank you for that.
I hope the future is as good as the past
I tried too hard to reach you
But you must be moving fast
All my hopes about the future
Will just live on
Into the past
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