John Entwistle 1944-2002

[gridlore]

Long Live Rock

Down At The Astoria The Scene Was Changing,
Bingo And Rock Were Pushing Out X-rating,
We Were The First Band To Vomit In The Bar,
And Find The Distance To The Stage Too Far,
Meanwhile It's Getting Late At Ten O'clock,
Rock Is Dead They Say,
Long Live Rock.

Long Live Rock, I Need It Every Night,
Long Live Rock, Come On And Join The Line,
Long Live Rock, Be It Dead Or Alive.

People Walk In Sideways Pretending That They're Leaving,
We Put On Our Makeup And Work Out All The Lead-ins,
Jack Is In The Alley Selling Tickets Made In Hong Kong,
Promoter's In The Pay Box Wondering Where The Band's Gone,
Back In The Pub The Governor Stops The Clock,
Rock Is Dead, They Say,
Long Live Rock.

Long Live Rock, I Need It Every Night,
Long Live Rock, Come On And Join The Line,
Long Live Rock, Be It Dead Or Alive.

Landslide, Rocks Are Falling,
Falling Down 'round Our Very Heads,
We Tried But You Were Yawning,
Look Again, Rock Is Dead, Rock Is Dead, Rock Is Dead.

The Place Is Really Jumping To The High-watt Amps,
'Til A 20-inch Cymbal Fell And Cut The Lamps,
In The Blackout They Dance Right Into The Aisle,
And As The Doors Fly Open Even The Promoter Smiles,
Someone Takes His Pants Off And The Rafters Knock,
Rock Is Dead, They Say,
Long Live Rock, Long Live Rock, Long Live Rock.

Long Live Rock, Long Live Rock, Long Live Rock,
Long Live Rock, Long Live Rock, Long Live Rock.

Long Live Rock, I Need It Every Night,
Long Live Rock, Come On And Join The Line,
Long Live Rock,Be It Dead Or Alive!

Well, we lost another great one. Entwistle, aka Ox, was the calm, quiet member of The Who. He never trashed hotels or smashed instruments, he just played heart-pounding bass and wrote some amazing songs.

I was going to see them on the 3rd, and to be honest the biggest thrill was going to be taken Kirsten, David and Rose to see this band that was so great a part of my life.

Listening to you,
I get the music.
Gazing at you,
I get the heat.
Following you,
I climb the mountains.
I get excitement at your feet.

Right behind you,
I see the millions.
On you,
I see the glory.
From you,
I get opinions.
From you,
I get the story.

Comments

[docwebster.livejournal.com]

To absent friends.

[lysana.livejournal.com]

To the great ones.

That band in Heaven's developing one shit-kicker of a bass section...

[bellacrow.livejournal.com]

at least we'll have good music to listen to in the afterlife, which ever one we choose.

ps. I'm befriending you, met you at BayCon, tired of reading 'Gridlore said this"