Fay Roberts explores the events and emotions surrounding a famous plane crash.
Oh, what a way for rock ’n’ roll to die;
determined to take destiny in hand,
they flew up, shrouded by an angry sky.
Their parting words seem more than somewhat wry;
old instruments have failed to save three bands.
Oh, what a way for rock ’n’ roll to die
Now mothers faint while others scream and sigh.
That way of breaking news is firmly banned.
They flew up, shrouded by an angry sky
While those whose guilt should prick are somewhat shy,
a ringing silence floods across the land.
Oh, what a way for rock ’n’ roll to die.
The pilgrims flock to see with brimming eyes;
memorials are raised by fervent hands.
They flew up, shrouded by an angry sky
Those loved ones left behind still asking why
as new songs break and foam across the strand.
Oh, what a way for rock ’n’ roll to die;
they flew up, shrouded by an angry sky.
-FR
A poster of the gig, from the Wikipedia article. Image description in alt-text. |
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