Tag: Brian Wilson
THE DEAD AND THE DYING
The heavy decrepit bodies of the great and not so, mingled with their offsprings, children too young to realise that this too would be...
THAT’S HOW IT ENDS
She died in my arms
Not a word was said
In silence we rose
And got out of our bed
Her eyes would flash
I knew them too well
Every...
THIS PRISON HAS NO BARS
From the mansions of sadness
To the bums on the street
From the highways of loneliness
To the halls of defeat
I’ve watched your ascendance
The road I never...
BRIAN WILSON
HE JUST WASN'T MADE FOR THESE TIMES
Towards the end of 1996 and in Los Angeles I had the most surreal day of my music...