Know you know nothing
Nothing you can see.
Know you know nothing
Living Number Three.
Buried in the basement
Collared all downtown
Cows on the horse path
I can’t keep a sound.
Agca tried to kill the Pope
Was it KGB?
My lover walked off with my life
Into eternity.
Now I’m washing dishes
For Canaan and his frowns
Laura’s playing polo
Shankara’s playing clowns.
Know you know nothing
Nothing you can see.
Someone left the lights on
Back in ’83.
(c) words and music, Marc D. Beaudin
It is so revealing and inspirational to hear Marc’s music. I’ve known Marc since the early ’80’s (maybe late ’70’s) and once purchased a Peugeot bicycle from Marc that I kept for many, many years. I’ve worked in or owned music stores all of my life and was aware of Marc’s issues but also knew him to be kind and funny, self deprecating – I was very sad to learn of his passing and sadder still to have missed the gathering, August 6th. He came into the store a year or two ago and of course he remembered me and I him. I had no idea of the depth of his musicianship and poetry and wish that I had taken the time to know him better. A gentle soul who will be greatly missed.
Jeff, thank you so much for your kind comments. My brother Adam and nephews Aaron and Jonah and I had a great visit to Advanced Music last week and Mike was so kind to us. I really appreciate your memories of Marc – he made all of us look like amateurs. I say, take a ride on that bike…..
Oh, and my wife just reminded me, I still have the Peugeot bike, guess it’s time to get it down, pump up the tires and take it for a ride. Rest in peace, Marc.