Kevin Ayers

It begins with a blessing, it ends with a curse
Making life easy by making it worse
"My mask is my master," the trumpeter weeps
But his voice is so weak, as he speaks from his sleep
Saying: "Why, why, why, why are we sleeping?"

Kevin Ayers
(16. August 1944 - 18. Februar 2013)


Diese Melancholie werden wir vermissen....