Funeral Blues
“Funeral Blues" by WH Auden (music by Dave LeMieux)
Used by permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd.
Copyright © 1938
All Rights reserved
Lead vocal & keys – Dave LeMieux
B3 & percussion – Kaitlin McCarthy
Guitar – Tad Lusk
Bass – Ted Partin
Drums – James Roberson
Recorded by Ted Partin, James Roberson, and More Than Music
Edited, mixed, and mastered by More Than Music, Inc.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come
Let airplanes circle, moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message “He is Dead”
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves
Let traffic policemen wear their black cotton gloves
He was my North, my South, my East and West
My working week and my Sunday rest
He was my noon, my midnight, my talk, and my song
When I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
For nothing now can ever come to any good