Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Friends give Last Rites for the soul of Chris Byce.

when did it get so impossible?
we all knew ye
we all loved ye
always a laugh
a straight word
on the way of things
your friends all came and cried for ye
your place felt sad and tired and desperate
and we all made it come alive
in the heat of the afternoon
guitars and smoke
beer and a joke
laughter is the real fucking deal
those that knew ye were there that day
it was your way i guess
and you took it
i hope it's alright there
who's to know?
you cannot tell us how it is.

Do not fuck with Frank.