Phil Spector; Time to lay down his last track.

The Hit Man Goeth.

It's the final sweet release for flaky Phil Spector,
Gun enthusiast and mad  genius musical director,
Hit after hit till, finally, one fine day
Fatefully and fatally he blew it all away;
Phil, put the safety on when you gun play.

Perfect within his 'wall of sound' but mentally unsound,
The slow slide from Top of the Pops to deep Underground,
Soft the muffled farewell bell rang,
A token sob from the mournful old gang;
Gone out with a whimper, not a bang.



(As is all too obvious, I'm a fan of his music, not the man.)
credit; Murray Webb.

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