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We just found this beautifully poignant
poem written by Pete Brown for Jack Bruce’s funeral back in 2014 🤍
WHAT IS THERE LEFT TO SAY?
What is there left to say
When the last notes have died away
When the last lead's been disconnected
And the last fee's collected
When the last dressing room's deserted
And the last hurt's no longer hurting
And the last stage has been struck
And the last gear's in the truck
And the last notes have died away
What is there left to say?
- Pete Brown
The headlamps of the 1965 Buick Riviera were hidden behind elegant clamshell doors in the leading edges of each fender
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