Death is calling. Who else could write about such subject matter in a Rock idiom without becoming morbid?
There are only two things certain in life and this is about one of them. It’s going to happen to all of us at some time and who among us hasn’t spent a moment or two wondering just how, out of the myriad ways, our own demise is going to happen?
So who by fire? Who by water? A wonderful song.
I hope that you met your death with the same dignity you mustered approaching it Len and that it was easy.
“Who By Fire”
And who by fire, who by water,
who in the sunshine, who in the night time,
who by high ordeal, who by common trial,
who in your merry merry month of may,
who by very slow decay,
and who shall I say is calling?
And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,
who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
and who by avalanche, who by powder,
who for his greed, who for his hunger,
and who shall I say is calling?
And who by brave assent, who by accident,
who in solitude, who in this mirror,
who by his lady’s command, who by his own hand,
who in mortal chains, who in power,
and who shall I say is calling?