BENEDICT SINISTER
I’ve come to tell you I’m going away
And your tears they can’t make me stay
Of an ill wind, Verlaine was wont to say
I’ve come to tell you I’m going away
You think of times gone by, and you cry
You blanche, you choke up now the time is nigh
I’m so sorry to say
I’m going away
Forever and a day
Yes I loved you but anyway
I’ve come to tell you I’m going away
And your long sobs can’t make me stay
Of an ill wind, Verlaine was wont to say
I’ve come to tell you I’m going away
You think of happier days and you cry
You sob, you wail now that the time is nigh
I’m so sorry to say
I’m going away
Forever and a day
You’ve done enough now hey
Don’t go Jacques Brel on me
Or Paolo Nutini.
Or quote me Jeff Buckley
I’m setting myself free
From the arc of Paul Simon
To the Art of Bad Timing
Our steps will always rhyme and
I’ll love you for all time and
That’s so long from Leonard Cohen, and Jimmy Webb
She didn’t know that I would really go though
I fit you better than your favorite sweater
That’s what Sister del Rey said.
Lorca spoke of el duende
But it comes back to Hemingway
“I feel as though everything was gone to hell inside of me.
I don't know, Marge. I don't know what to say.”