My brother John William Faulkner was neither wicked nor angelic. He was a bloke from Birmingham who got involved in the computer revolution during the late sixties and became successful in his work life, then over time lost it all. He helped me throughout my life and hopefully i helped him. I loved him.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] I've been contemplating suicide But it really doesn't suit my style So I think I'll just act bored instead And contain the blood I would've shed [Pre-Chorus] She makes me feel so ill at ease My heart is really on its knees But I keep a poker face so well That even mother couldn't tell [Chorus] But my baby's so vain, she is almost a mirror And the sound of her name sends a Permanent shiver down my spine Down my spine [Verse 2] I keep her photograph against my heart For in my life she plays a starring part All alcohol and cigarettes There is no room for cheap regrets [Pre-Chorus] She makes me feel so ill at ease My heart is really on its knees And I keep a poker face so well That even mother couldn't tell [Chorus] But my baby's so vain that she is almost a mirror And the sound of her name sends a Permanent shiver down my spine Down my spine [Outro] Spine Spine
2 replies on “personal note: and then there were 3”
Our sweet brother, love you always xx
Yes you loved him well and he loved you and respected you very much too. You are both good men and I’m very proud to call you my dear brothers. Rest now John and know that we ask care and loved you very much. From One of the three