Charles Cowling
  “The only time I have turned any request for a song down was the occasion I was asked to take a funeral for an elderly gentleman and they want to play “Relax” as he was brought in. I reckon I am about as liberal they come on some issues
Charles Cowling
  Little Jimmy’s gone Way out of the backstreet Out of the window Through the fallin’ rain Right on time Right on time That’s why Broken Arrow Waved his finger down the road so dark and narrow In the evenin’ Just before the Sunday six-bells chime, six-bells chime And all
Charles Cowling
  We don’t know how often this is played at funerals. It is the concluding scene of Gotterdammerung with the voices taken out. It speaks of fire. Gotterdammerung is the last opera in Wagner’s Ring Cycle. You either love or hate Wagner, but you’ve got to admit that from 5
Charles Cowling
  Don’t lose your soul as your eyes roll shut Don’t worry, it will be over Hold on though, you’re alone, I am there with you That much at least I can promise You know what’s to come to not accept this Don’t lose your soul, you must fight for
Charles Cowling
Over by the wildwood Hot summer night We lay in the tall grass til the mornin’ light If I had my way I’d never get the urge to roam A young man serves his country and an old man guards the home Never gave a second thought Never crossed my
Charles Cowling
  Children’s author Shirley Hughes wants this played at hers. 
Charles Cowling
  Played yesterday at Mirror columnist Sue Carroll’s funeral. More here.  I’ll be seeing you in all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces all day through In that small cafe, the park across the way The children’s carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well I’ll be
Charles Cowling
  Posted by Vale This lovely jazz piece was actually a requiem for Charlie Parker – but at risk of offending purists I thought Frank O’Hara’s poem for Billie Holiday on the day she died fitted perfectly with the music. The Day Lady Died It is 12:20 in New York
Charles Cowling
  When I fall asleep it could be forever So I’ll never fall asleep again When I fall apart put me back together And my life will be complete Maybe it’s tonight Maybe tomorrow night Next week Next month Next year We’ve only time to fear When I fall behind
Charles Cowling
I follow The Hearth of Mopsus blog. I like it very much — the writer’s fastidious prose, his rigorous,  intellectual objectivity on the one hand, his very earnest doubts and self-questioning on the other. He’s written a very good book about holy wells, by the way. Not your bag? Fine