A hyperactive bearded Ray,

guitar slung low on his hips,

sexily agitated

by that razorblade pelvis.

Oh what I’d give for nights like this,

Rockpalast Essen 1982.

 

Skin sheened with sweat and skeletal,

that vulnerable hollow at

the base of his throat glistens

tendons stand out in his neck,

he’s an amphetamine-fuelled anorexic.

I know where I’d be if wishes came true.

 

Dave casts a weary look around.

Blinks, his gaze half-dead, like he

needs to be hospitalised,

except when he can get lost in

his guitar and just close his eyes,

he’s a Dave the Rave in disguise.

 

Glazed, gone, absent without trace,

Whoever’s behind those terminally,

Zoned dark-ringed feverish eyes,

Is barely keeping the pain at bay.

So you half-turn to a brother

‘With people like me you never can tell’: as if we ever thought any different.

Who’s not really there, then turn away.

 

But when Ray’s anguished yell

crescendos into

Dave’s impassioned guitar,

it sends a thrill right down your spine.

It gets you every single time.

 

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One response »

  1. alravam says:

    Even at his worst, he’s still
    The best amongst his peers
    Hear the stamping feet, my friend,
    And those loud, adulatory cheers

    And when he’s at his best
    He glows all around
    As if light is shining through

    And when he’s at his best
    He sounds a sound
    That’s purer than the rest

    This is a man who’s much-beloved
    Always picks you up
    When you’re feelin’ down
    Every time he comes around

    My sister never even knew what he was “all about”
    She didn’t care for the “background news”
    He made her forget, her dark, black, hole
    Of despair, and her *oh-so-blue*, blues

    And as she lay dying, on the telly, she saw,
    Him, late one night, with a choir
    All singing like angels, all along
    And thought to herself:
    “He looks so familiar…
    …where on Earth have I heard this song?”

    This is a man who’s much-beloved
    Always picks you up
    When you’re feelin’ down

    This is a man who’s much-beloved
    Always picks you up
    When you’re feelin’ down

    Every time he comes around
    Every time he comes around
    Every time he comes around

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