Based on a famous poem
W. H. Auden: The Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Bye Bye Bill, My Baby Brother Bye Bye
Stop all the noise, the reality shows, and junk TV
Make quiet talk radio, and all sounds that get to me
Hush all traffic and marching bands, the piper too
Give me peace to think of what it is I need to do
Let all the birds fly far overhead but in silence now
Make clouds part but the sun not shine nor know how
Dress deer, moose and wolf in shades of grey and black
Tell all who knew, that you will not be coming back
You were my baby brother once and even now you see
It strikes me as cruel and unfair for you to go without me
For once we were as close as heart to beat and blood to vein
I thought I had forever; I was wrong, I’ll not see you again
The aurora will not dance for me nor do I want her to
So close those shimmery drapes, I’ll call the moon up for you
Drain the lakes of all the diamond waves and close the night
Leave Luna with me to grieve and shut all else from my sight