Stop the birds from singing today
Scott Walker has passed away
Bring me the bottle to dull my eyes
Tell the newsreader it’s lies just lies.
I know of your love for songwriter Brel
Who wrote of dogs and devils from hell
And wrote of funerals, death and going away
But I never thought you’d go today.
You sang of Madeleine and Fat Marie
A grandmama dressed like a Christmas tree
Two ragged soldiers who’d gone too far
And a butterfly lost like a star.
Scott Walker, for me, come what may
Your songs will kiss away the darkest day
Your cold blue fire will ignite the sky
As you sing your final rhymes of goodbye.
© David Ellis
Scott Walker, experimental pop hero, dies aged 76
David Ellis - [Twitter: @Davellis123]
David is a retired English language lecturer and writer of short stories and poems, living precariously close to the fast-receding sand dunes of Merseyside.
