Hello, hello, hello
Is there anybody home?
I’ve only called to say
I’m sorry
The drums are in the dawn
And all the voices gone
And it seems that there are no more songs
Once I knew a girl
She was a flower in a flame
I loved her as the sea sings sadly
Now the ashes of the dream
Can be found in the magazines
And it seems that there are no more songs
Once I knew a sage
Who sang upon the stage
He told about the world
His lover
A ghost without a name
Stands ragged in the rain
And it seems that there are no more songs
The rebels they were here
They came beside the door
They told me that the moon was bleeding
Then all to my suprise
They took away my eyes
And it seems that there are no more songs
A scar is in the sky
It’s time to say goodbye
A whale is on the beach
He’s dying
A white flag in my hand
And a white bone in the sand
And it seems that there are no more songs
Hello, hello, hello
Is there anybody home?
I’ve only called to say
I’m sorry
The drums are in the dawn
And all the voices gone
And it seems that there are no more songs
It seems that there are no more songs
It seems that there are no more songs
He wrote deep songs, and sang them beautifully. He succumbed to his illnesses, bipolar disorder and alcoholism, by committing suicide at the age of 36. What a damned shame.
Phil was a beautiful and effectual angel who tirelessly fought for peace and justice. He held firm to his beliefs and to his grand vision. There will never be another artist comparable to him.
His farewell song, is one of the most beautiful farewells ever penned. His sincerity, and voice stand testament to a life spent fighting for justice, tolerance , and peace. This song moves one to the core, and leaves sweet tears in tribute to a life that left us too soon. A gentle soul, truly missed.