Charles Francis Coghlan
(专辑: Dance And Laugh Amongst The Rotten - 2017)
A
blackness comes forth, thick clouds from the
North A
serene cemetery atmosphere Transforms into one of melancholy and drear The
wretched remaining seek shelter ahead Huddled together, shedding tears for the
dead And 'midst the
silence before that storm The
beginning of this peculiar tale is born Ravished by infernal winds, hail and rain A
storm surge generated by a
deadly hurricane Caskets plucked like feathers and swept into the
sea Into a
maritime eternity Charles Francis Coghlan, born in Paris, 1842 A
remarkable actor awaiting his breakthrough Charles Francis Coghlan moved from Ireland to the
United States of America His charisma would put a
spell on you Talented, handsome and eccentric A
rising star... reaching far Rough waves carrying caskets towards another destiny And most of them sink into the
cold blackness of the
sea Yet one coffin keeps floating steadily Charles Francis Coghlan, rising star, reaching far... Charles Francis Coghlan, rising star, reaching far... in death Breath-taking was his play, expressing joy, fear, sorrow and rage He collapsed to the
floor And when his applause died down, he truly died on stage Charles was no more Day and night dancing and swaying along with the
tide Crushing rogue waves pounding the
box of death until it's out of Sight Until there's no more light Corroded by maritime salts Submerged into the
ocean's cold Sinking away from the
circling sharks Pulled down into the
dark Charles Francis Coffin rising star, reaching far Charles Francis Coffin rising star, reaching far... in death Charles Francis Coghlan rising star... reaching far Charles Francis Coghlan rising star... reaching far in death Taken by the
wave from its Texan grave Coghlan's coffin drifted like a
ghost along the
American coast Until 7
years later, after the
storm had abated The
casket was found washed ashore on Canadian ground We are artists for life until the
last drop has been shed And true artists will always perform until their very last breath Even within the
cold and timeless theatres of death