It seems when you're in love, all songs are about love, and when your heart is broken, all songs are about lost dreams. When you have children, the songs you hear echo all the feelings you feel.
And then there are times like these, when lyrics bite into me, yet provide hope and a odd sort of comfort.
Did you know these were Roger Ebert’s dying words?
It’s all an elaborate hoax
He looked ever peaceful/ He looked ever young
Accepting his moment that soon would be done
He wrote in a note/That he passed to his wife /As he felt him shedding the skin of this life
It said "There is a vastness that can’t be contained /Or described as a thought in the flesh of our brain
It’s everything, everywhere, future and past /Dissolving forever in an eternal flash "
Worth no words to say that he loved her so much/ His hands seems to pass through whatever it touched/ And the credits that rolled listed all of God’s names /As images floated away from their frames
Did you know these were Roger Ebert’s dying words?
It’s all an elaborate hoax
- "Roger Ebert" by Clem Snide
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