So if there are any Cohen fans out there, here is my tribute to a giant of the club written during last week. Freshly knocked back by the Coodabeens, it runs to the tune and sentiment of Famous Blue Raincoat. Wonder if there are any other semi-musical efforts going around…
It’s August this morning but years from September
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
Napier Street’s cold, and some members are leaving
There’s music at Docklands now all through the evening.
Hadn’t we fortified our Little’s High
Performance Centre
Why fight 3 more battles now,
When I’m thinking we’ve just surrendered.
Yes, and James came by with a shake of his hair
He said that we all needed air
He said that the air should be clear
Will it ever be clear?
Ah, the last time we saw Jim he looked so much older
His famous blond tresses were oily, less golder
Was he aping the styles of the hacks at his digs
Had he seen too many lank horsehair wigs
And they treated our princeling to a black inky siege
When he came back he was nobody’s chief.
I recall James there with his helmet, head down
On his split skull it looked like a crown
If you hear James awake –
We send our regards.
And what can I tell Jim our brother, our killer
What can I possibly say?
“I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m still glad you stood in our way.”
If they ever come by here, for Jim’s family
Say the kids are now sleeping, and his Tania is free.
Yes, and Jim thanks, for the fire they took
From your eyes
I thought it was there for good
But I still know you tried.
And James came by with a shake of his hair
He said that we all needed air
He said that the air should be clear
Sincerely, S.N.Don