6. **THRENODY (3:12) ISRC - CAT5D1800006
When my lights fade // Throw no parade // No pomp display // And bend no knee // No godly choir // No threnody // Who will I have been // A man, your king or in the wind // A melody // That’s caged between your ears //That stings your blood // That ripens all your tears // A tamponade //Tearing apart // Like a parcel string tied round your heart // What will they say? // ‘That old boy played away // His crown to lay // In soil and dream of night’ // candlelight, // As dim as my foresight // Stone carved: ‘The king is dead // As we starve // He feeds worms instead’