Yesterday, I was working in my yard when I saw a possum Swinging in the foothills and he was all beat up and hobbling I got a closer look and his foot was mangled I was woken up earlier by what I thought was the cat tangled But it was him who got it bad from the cat that night Slowly down the hill when he slipped under the fence I brought myself up to check him out; he found a nook under the air conditioner I pointed him out to Caroline, she crouched down and he was shaking and full of fear And when she stood up, I asked, "Baby, why you crying?" She said, "Because he's cute and he's down there and he's dying"
I went up to my room and I got a call from Justin He was in San Francisco and Godflesh was playing Caroline drove me halfway there where I met Tony And we drove to the city and we parked out in front of the DNA Justin and us, we had some laughs and we took photographs backstage And our guts were protruding and all of them and we just kept laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing
And when Godflesh took the stage, Tony and I, we stood there floored Drum machines hammered and feedback blazed For a moment, everybody grew silent While Justin tuned his guitar; like a church, it got so quiet Just for a minute, and then they all soared together Like a car off a cliff, we crashed and burned over and over and again and again They threw hard vicious guttural B-flats that shook their opponent Like a tough Roberto "Hands of Stone" Durán in the seventh round Davey Moore June 16, 1983 Godflesh ran that line like an early Mark “Gator” Rogowski Justin lunged at the mic like a hungry great white He was on fire, giving it everything he had and killing it that night! Tearing out his prey and it came to a screeching halt A relentless and beautiful voice, a 70 minute assault And then he bowed down and he set his seven string electric guitar down And screeched to holy hell and they disappeared and off went the crowd
Then we had pizza and I came back to my apartment in the city Until 4AM, I watched movies and my ears were ringing And I called Caroline out at the house We talked about the concert, about the possum down in the nook
And the ocean air came through my window And the sound of foghorns, and then when I woke Godflesh was down in LA Tony had an open house that day And I looked out at Sausalito And Caroline was on her way back from Lake Tahoe I got a call from Paolo Sorrentino I'd be off to Switzerland in a week or so
Caroline came home that night and we had dinner and watched HBO And I'm grateful for her love and for my friends And to have seen the possum walk its last walk among the ivy
I want to grow old and to walk the last walk Knowing that I, too, gave it everything I got But again it's all roadblocks and all obstacles I fought For to live another day is much better than to not And I'd like to die with music in my ears The piano of Maurice Ravel or Godflesh's guttural growls from hell The sound that evokes good memories of being young and able to get around And I'd like Caroline beside me
That old possum lost the fight His sad, black eyes; what a thing to see on a glowing Easter Sunday But that rodent was loved and he's still thought of Church bells rang that day I remember hearing them in the afternoon just as we left He had to have heard them tooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
