Another Dead Hero

Where were you, when you heard it? The man sitting opposite of me in the train asks.
I look up from behind my newspaper.

June 25, 2009. The day pop music lost his King. The day Michael Jackson died.

I have to admit. Thriller was a breakthrough for music video. And in those days Bad look cool.
Yeah the man knew how to make a show.

I heard the news while I was sitting behind my PC. Eating a peanut butter sandwich with sugar still wearing my pajamas.
Yeah, that would be a great story to tell my grandchildren.

 ‘At home.’ I answer.

‘Sad, he died so young.’ The man replies.

I nod and turn up the sound on my mp3 player

A shiver runs through me.

Don’t remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what it’ d cost
My life passed before my eyes
I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied

So as you read this know my friends
I’d love to stay with you all
Please smile when you think of me
My body’ s gone that’s all

A tout le monde
A tout les amis
Je vous aime
Je dois partir
There are the last words
Ill ever speak
And theyll set me free

If my heart was still alive
I know it would surely break
And my memories left with you
There is nothing more to say

Moving on is a simple thing
What it leaves behind is hard
You know the sleeping feel no more pain
And the living are scarred
And the living are scarred

(Megadeth – a Tout Le Monde)