Bury me with Big Time.
When I’m dead, cross my arms and place GOT1 between my hands and my heart.
For tonight Punk was murdered.
When I die I will go to a better place – a place where And So I Watch You From Afar did not perform Big Time with the Ulster Orchestra.
A place where Brian Young is still young and punk.
When I die I will only have memories of the precious things – and I will forget the pretensions of strings and harps and a song with no beginning or end – just a doodling middle – with no words or drive or excitement. A great song – destroyed.
Bury me with Big Time – you’ll find it in the shed.