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MARK LINKOUS died March 6, 2010 Mark Linkous gave us so many dark and beautiful songs. They were dark like coal compressed into diamonds and they sparkled in the deep night like spattering morning stars. One can not fathom the degree of torment this gifted fellow may have experienced. Nor can we know the circumstances that led him to willingly take his own life. Who can know why one leaves us by their own hand. Perhaps it is despair meshed with cold clarity. Perhaps one is merely done on earth and needs to travel elsewhere. We can only appreciate his work and imagine him sailing away on a vessel composed of the very sparrows of which he sang. Every hair on your head is counted You are worth hundreds of sparrows The tree you planted has become fecund With a kamekaze of humming birds Wings of hundreds of beats per second By people whose wings are just a blur Afraid our eyes might become impaled By their sharp and tiny beaks I'm so sorry My spirit's rarely in my body It wanders through the dry country Looking for a good place to rest Your head upon my chest And I can feel the pillow of your breast You are worth Hundreds of Sparrows |
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