JACK FLOOD

And you fell into madness
As some men drift to sleep
But your vision reclaimed you
On the waters of the deep

And burdened with confusion
You chained yourself to the night
You forged your songs in darkness
They were mirrors filled with light

And they echoed
With ecstasy and emptiness
Their like had not been seen
They were elegant, they were brutal
Like junk and amphetamine

And yours were the anguished angels
Whose suffering couldn’t make them saints
Who transformed themselves anyway
Despite life’s sad restraints

And you sang like an avenger
You sang with a savage heart
Your songs gonna sing forever
Such was your tender art

And you stood for what was primitive
You stood for the sublime
You stood for what was difficult
And your work stood the test of time

Oh Jack Flood