Tuesday, 26 March 2019

The sun ain’t gonna shine anymore

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.