“There won’t be time to share our love, for we must say goodbye”

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Azza child i would wake late in the night and childishly stumble the corridor to my parents room at the front of the flat (azza child an apartment was called a flat) and sleep between them in their warm bed waking, to Morning Ireland playing from the wireless (a radio, and we called it a radio back then too).  Onna Sunday though, LMFM would broadcast from the large messy room and between the talk, the songs that would play . . . well, they stayed with me my life although i couldint name them for shit . . .

. . . and today this Irish musician guy died and like the honey badger i didint care, i didint give a shit, UNTIL i heard his song and then i slowly cried a tear, from my left eye for my father, for the cardboard cutout offa Ford Sierra hatchback (that i glued to his bedside locker and which i cut from the back offa Lyons teabox), and of course for the early years of LMFM.

RIP Jim McCann

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2 Responses to “There won’t be time to share our love, for we must say goodbye”

  1. It is a loss, for sure.

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