Graeme Edge, 80, Moody Blues Drummer, Poet

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I am now officially in mourning.
 
Late Lament by Graeme Edge

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,

Removes the colours from our sight.

Red is grey and yellow white,

But we decide which is right.

And which is an illusion?

Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,

Let insipid figures of light pass by,

The mighty light of ten thousand suns,

Challenges infinity and is soon gone.

Night time, to some a brief interlude,

To others the fear of solitude.

Brave Helios wake up your steeds,

Bring the warmth the countryside needs.

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Breathe deep the gathering gloom,

Watch lights fade from every room.

Bedsitter people look back and lament,

Another day's useless energy spent.

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,

Lonely man cries for love and has none.

New mother picks up and suckles her son,

Senior citizens wish they were young.

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,

Removes the colours from our sight.

Red is grey and yellow white,

But we decide which is right.

And which is an illusion?
 
The greats from our generation are passing quickly. It’s a bit unnerving. In our eyes they do not age. Their deaths no matter how old, are always a shock. The world is less when we lose them.
 
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Departure Lyrics​

(Graeme Edge)

Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch,
There's something inside, that we need so much.
The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound,
Or the strength of an oak, with roots deep in the ground.
The wonder of flowers, to be covered, and then to burst up,
Through tarmac, to the sun again, or to fly to the sun
Without burning a wing; to lie in a meadow
And hear the grass sing; to have all these things
In our memory's hoard, and to use them,
To help us, to find......
 
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Departure Lyrics​

(Graeme Edge)

Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch,
There's something inside, that we need so much.
The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound,
Or the strength of an oak, with roots deep in the ground.
The wonder of flowers, to be covered, and then to burst up,
Through tarmac, to the sun again, or to fly to the sun
Without burning a wing; to lie in a meadow
And hear the grass sing; to have all these things
In our memory's hoard, and to use them,
To help us, to find......
Some deep lyrics. It makes you think they were inspired from the other side.
 
Some deep lyrics. It makes you think they were inspired from the other side.

The Moody Blues had quite a spiritual connection. Also, they had a UFO experience which left them profoundly changed. Graeme once said that they felt they had been given "downloads" of some sort.
 
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The Moody Blues had quite a spiritual connection. Also, they had a UFO experience which left them profoundly changed. Graeme once said that they felt they had been given "downloads" of some sort.
It sure seems like it. Their music was totally unique. I saw them once at Pine Knob. One of the best concerts ever and I saw a lot. I think they did several encores.
 
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It sure seems like it. Their music was totally unique. I saw them once at Pine Knob. One of the best concerts ever and I saw a lot. I think they did several encores.
I saw them a LOT and have all the tour shirts. Art Bell loved the group.
 
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