Ian Bruce - Stan The Singer

Текст с Bandcamp’а: “STAN THE SINGER (Ian M. Bruce) The lazy, the tryers, the honest and liars, Ladies and children can all die in fires. Blame won’t discern for the ones it admires. An artist can die without warning. And if he’s a singer and writer of songs, There’s tears where he never knew he belonged. Space in the hearts of his audience forms A space for the singer. Now I’m sure you will find, on the brink of your mind, A singer of stature, his name underlined. Your loyalty won’t let him be undermined; His music’s so good he deserves this But who is the man with the short cut career Whose songs rise above those of most of his peers! Whose voice is constantly fresh in my ears! Stan Rogers the singer. His songs are embroideries with words neatly sewn. His needle of melody stitches so strong. Deep coloured threads are his bellowing tones Singing songs of seas, ships and lovers. Stan Rogers now, he’s dead I regret A giant cut down by a lit cigarette? The flames took the man we ne’er shall forget. Stan Rogers the singer. Do do do da da da de de de ’n’ de etc He’s gone to the sun with a million and one Of his unwritten songs that will never be sung. But, in his music, he’s left us a ’son’ Who sings as if from the heavens, For when he sings, ’the father’ comes down And lives once again here with us on the ground. You’re moved along by the undying sound Of Stan Rogers the singer. from The Naked Truth Vol 2, released July 1, 2004 Written by Ian M. Bruce“