One of my favorite lyrical pieces is Late Lament, the epic poem at the end of Nights in White Satin, by the Moody Blues. The Moody Blues are my ” hypnotizing dream state band.” Nights in White Satin opens with ” Nights in White Satin, never reaching the end, Letters I’ve written never meaning to send.” Most likely theses opening lines are referring to a gift of White Satin sheets given to a member of the band, while lying in them the band member is writing about someone he loves from afar, but for whatever reason cannot love in real life.
LATE LAMENT– Breathe deep the gathering gloom Watch lights fade from every room Bedsitter people look back and lament Another day’s useless energy spent Impassioned lovers wrestlers as one; Lonely man cries for love and has none New mother picks up and suckles her son Senior citizens wish they were young Cold hearted orb that rules the night Removes the colors from our site Red is Gray and yellow white But we decide which is right and which is an illusion
Frankie The Earthman 