There is a sadness in the song you lip-sync
And beyond the lyrics and the music
I sense a sadness drowned in drink
Reclining in your air-conditioned Mercedes Benz
Remember that the sea once snuggled up to your private beach
And waves of screaming fans surged toward the fence
You spurned the autographs and the pretense
And turned a tattooed back to climb the stairs:
Everything was fine and flawless then and made sense
Like Vincent Van Gogh’s ”The Starry Night” —
Now a child’s insistent tapping on the glass
Screeches you back at the red traffic light
Unsettling a montage of awkward memories and fears
Reeking of squashed flowers and a trophy-hugging speech
Defying translation into common sense or jeers.
Very classy.
Thank you very much,Lokesh.
A poignant and evocative piece.
Thank you very much,Louis.