Farewell Summer... not the best live version of Faith (see: Wembley '89), but goddamn! if it isn't heartbreaking listening to Robert share a short snippet of Ray Bradbury's short story 'Farewell Summer'. It always hits me right in the heart to hear that man cry...
"...past the blue market brass band down near the end of the pier.
onto the ship and it had no name.
he said: "Did anyone see it's got no name?"
and I go: "It's your ship, you go on first and name it."
And he walked on and suddlenly the gangplank was pulled away
and all his friends and family were left there.
and he knew the name of the ship, it was called 'Farewell Summer'.
When he woke up, he walked up to his grandfather and said:
"When you die, is it like being on a ship that pulls away
from everything you love and it's called 'Farewell Summer'?"
and his grandfather didn't say anything..."
