Beyond The End - Ceschi

Winter froze our crooked fingers into praying hands

At a January funeral for a sweet faced man

When we pulled black suits out of closets once again

And squeezed our fatter bodies into them

To carry a casket through a catholic parade

Full of tissues and condolences

Till a priest spoke your name

In a mundane way he prayed

Claiming you were in a better place

I’m not convinced but hope that it’s the case

When springtime arrives and melts away the snow around your grave

I’ll still remember you in 10th grade

With a teenage smirk

Disc-man works of Richard D. James

That image will stay burnt onto my brain

I’ll miss you like our younger days

We’ll miss you like our younger days

Before grays started showing our age

Attempting to love life as much as you did

Won’t remember you painted in a box

Not a cliché at a wake

Not a tear drop

Not a cliché

Not a tear drop

Not a cliché

Not a tear drop

You are forever

Mother’s house is covered in your photographs

Every angle of your face

Every age

Every hair style phase

And we puffy eyed droogs

Huddle in her memorial gallery

For the first of our gang to pass beyond the galaxy

Tangled in uncomfortable laughs

Masking the cracks in speaking voices

Unable to come to terms with the fact that you won’t be back

As much as we dream of reviving you

Right now we don’t know how to react

Or where to find you

We’d fight for you

We’d break bones

Bite through stone

And punch holes directly into the depths of the unknown

Till our fists turned bloody red

But today we’re sitting in silence

Without a life to defend

Lost without our friend

And I’m at a loss for words…

Searching for a thousand more ways to say that

«Life is cruel and absurd»

That «it wasn’t your turn»

But you’re buried in dirt

While I’m still walking this earth

Disgusted by the fucking world

If this is how it works

Battling with faith

And it’s hard to say if I’ll see you again

Not sure what I believe in the end

But I’m at least confident

That I’ll catch glimpses of you in contours of your sister’s face

Or your fiancées gaze upon any mention of your name

You visited during prison bunk visions

So lucid and vivid

That it almost convinced me

For minutes

That you were still living

But now I’m wide awake and a cynic

Chewing on birthday cake and been livid

Wishing that I could write a song to bring back the dead and fix all things

wicked

But I better leave this selfishness and let you rest

See you again at the peak of Connecticut fall

When leaves turn red

Or within that San Francisco fog

So thick it can blanket the bridges

And cover our damages

I’ll see you again

Within the serenity of

Atlanta magnolias

My friend

Though I dreamt of fixing all wrongs…

Unclogging lungs from blood clots…

Sometimes we’re forced to stop

And appreciate moments we all got

So I’ll shut my mouth at last

Surrender myself to the chaos

It’ll all go by so fast

Beyond the end

Love you Rob