I love the fact that Mark retired from the music industry to concentrate on his family and being a dad. Which is also heartbreaking as it means a family has lost someone who absolutely put them first. He must have been a man filled to the brim with love.
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul as the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
And all I taught her was everything
I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds of what was everything
The pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside, I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sneer?
And twisted thoughts that spin round my head, I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning,
how quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky,
But why, why, why can't it be, can't it be me?
I was afully fledged Goth back in the day. My memory of Live Aid is me at a bus stop in my home town waiting for a taxi, wearing a Laura Ashley blouse with the lace collar held up around my throat by a cameo brooch, and a black leather motorcycle jacket, with heavy, theatrical Goth make-up slowly melting in the heat, and getting back to my house just in time to see some of Queen whilst my mum questioned my sanity in wearing leather in the middle of summer and I wondered if I'd ever get the chance to do something rude with Freddie: my gaydar has never functioned terribly well!
I don't want to see Rami Malek, however brilliant he is, pretending to be one of the most glorious of men and my first crush...