Some blogger ( a picture sharer actually) shared this . . . . .
and someone else Shared this one
The Eternal - Joy Division
Procession moves on, the shouting is over,Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.Cry like a child, though these years make me older,With children my time is so wastefully spent,A burden to keep, though their inner communion,Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,No words could explain, no actions determine,Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.
Guess they shared my mood and the wonderful A Place for Lovely Noise shared the lyrics . . . . .
Ian Curtis
