lyrics
Faintly Falling
July 30, 2004
At thirty-one it all came undone
Steuben—My friend
So young and so sprite living on the razor of life
Of a sudden came the end
An artist’s eye with a spark you cut deep made your mark
On the stage of men
Served your time in jail never once thought to fail You forged ahead With your camera you’d find so much quality time Only to end up dead The coroner said suicide but we all know she lied That bitch wasn’t in your head
A box of cornflakes and some Entemann’s cakes Remain on the shelf They will stay put away to rot and decay Much like yourself Maybe that’s not in good taste but it’s a goddamn shame and a waste That you are gone
Served your time in jail never once thought to fail You forged ahead With your camera you’d find so much quality time Only to end up dead The coroner said suicide but we all know she lied That bitch wasn’t in your head
A box of cornflakes and some Entemann’s cakes Remain on the shelf They will stay put away to rot and decay Much like yourself Maybe that’s not in good taste but it’s a goddamn shame and a waste That you are gone