The Great Gig in the Sky

"And I am not frightened of dying. Any time will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it — you've got to go sometime."

I walk along a crooked path.
With dark stars - quasars - bursting in my head.
I want no more greed or wrath.
I won't be sad when they call me Dead.

They write for me an elegy.
To which I reply don't you dare cry.
Write with discordant melody.
I'll see you again at the great gig in the sky.

I look towards space.
I wish I was there- in peaceful lair.
With my existence erased.
To float in that ethereal air.

I want my lair to be no coffin.
But let me slip- off on a pyre ship.
Do not remember me to often.
Let me sail to the sky but let my sails not rip.

Let my sins be remembered.
Let them decry- they way we live and die.
Let me die in snows of December.
Icy I go to the great gig in the sky.

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