Happy birthday, Chris! Let this short poem below be your modest gift:
The king of the gold rock (Chris Rea’s dedication)
The concert starts- and it is no free space-
It’s deem light- nothing to replace-
We listen gold rock- don’t loose-
But win! You play amazing blouse…
Guitars, which sound, as a violin-
For sure, you came don’t loose, but win!
You have to tell us- don’t forget-
As it’s no time yours to regret-
About a road, that leads to hell-
When common sense doesn’t need the bell;
Yours way resembles amazing show-
And how far you have to go-
To find the want and doesn’t care-
This trail leads to Blue Café-
To watch the sins in darkened light-
Believe, for sure, it’ll be all right.
And understanding Eastern Soul-
Where mist of Moon is looking cool…
And don’t forget that sunny beach-
Where long time love you will be reach-
It’s time to get amazing gain,
When thunder night will send the rain-
With her, who’ve been with you along-
Those days- almost all summer long,
You told the true, you did not lie-
Where a soul shined as a firefly,
Where Saint Spirit comes-o, well-
It will lead us away from Hell.
And sends all love to daughters yours-
To wish the smart way they would choose.
The glass is sliding over strings-
And love, and peace it always brings,
And Charlie Patton’s famous sound
As magic wave, it spreads around-
As Mississippi river- than,
Your songs are not the same again.
Creativity- is not a talent, but a condition- dangerous condition, very similar to autism" (Chris Rea, movie "On the Road to Hell and back"