The sun is often out - text
(In memory of Stephen Vickery
14 April 1981 - 20 April 2008)
14 April 1981 - 20 April 2008)
Tower bridge is closing, and all of Bermondsey's asleep.
The street light walks the waters, rising fast and dark and deep.
Well is your work of art so heavy that it will not let you live?
You'll be missed.
Soon there'll be flowers in the river, tears being shed.
You'll be missed.
You'll be missed.
The street light walks the waters, rising fast and dark and deep.
Well is your work of art so heavy that it will not let you live?
You'll be missed.
Soon there'll be flowers in the river, tears being shed.
You'll be missed.
You'll be missed.
So life has blessed you with a gift, boy, that you've gone and thrown away.
And with it your whole future, and left behind your family.
Now throwing flowers in the river, prayers are being said,
You are missed.
They're throwing flowers in the river where your body cold was found
You are missed.
Missed
And with it your whole future, and left behind your family.
Now throwing flowers in the river, prayers are being said,
You are missed.
They're throwing flowers in the river where your body cold was found
You are missed.
Missed
Now I sit down here at low tide.
And I wait for the peregrines
And Stephen, this is where I live now, and I have overcome my demons.
And I have grown out of that thinking that would not let me live or give.
And I wait for the peregrines
And Stephen, this is where I live now, and I have overcome my demons.
And I have grown out of that thinking that would not let me live or give.
I've throw my flowers in the river, the tears have been shed, you are missed.
And the poem reads, and I remember the day you told me
that the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun is often out.
And the poem reads, and I remember the day you told me
that the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun is often out.
Why didn't you know that the sun, the sun, the sun, oh, the sun is often out?
I wish I had known you better.
The sun, the sun, the sun, the sun is often out.
I wish I had known you better.
The sun, the sun, the sun, the sun is often out.
Was your work of art so heavy that it would not let you live?
The bachelor
- Hard times
- Oblivion
- The bachelor
- Damaris
- Count of casualty
- Thickets
- Who will
- Vulture
- Blackdown
- The sun is often out
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- Battle
- The messenger
Patrick Wolf texty
- 1. Time of my life
- 2. Wolf song
- 3. The magic position
- 4. Together
- 5. Damaris
- 6. Hard times
- 7. The Days
- 8. Tristan
- 9. Overture
- 10. Bluebells