Funeral blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

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“He’s Gone” by Paul Zach.

After the cross has been carried,

after the weight is laid down,

after the body is buried,

down where the darkness surrounds,

after the end of the violence,

after the sky has gone dark,

now there is nothing but silence,

broken by the beat of our heart.

He’s gone. (×4)

After the last words are spoken,

we lay him down in the grave.

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