Darlington, Western Australia
There he is, a broken man,
He has walked all the land,
He has walked the darkest alleys,
And hid in the golden galleys,
Dirty and wretched, he hid in the attic,
All he heard was just static,
But they heard them through the walls,
And all he heard were foreign calls,
A deafening sound,
How it did resound.
The pianist lay beneath the stage,
No strength to vent his rage,
He used to stand tall above the crowd,
And they used to shout his name aloud.
Now the land was torn asunder,
Rusty spires among the rain and thunder.
He recited a day of memory,
Something sweet, aspiratory
A day of fleeting romances,
Was nothing but glances,
Here and there,
But delighted by a stare.
Now, on his knees he cries,
His crooked nose pointed at the skies,
Send me down, six feet under,
Immortalize me with the rain and thunder.
Bio: Adrian says this is a song he previously wrote, the story depicted his thoughts of the main character after watching the movie ‘The Pianist’.