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Daily Lyric: JOEY’S GONE

From Bleecker and the Bowery to Lower Broadway

From 53rd and 3rd down to Rockaway

From the streets through the tunnels and the subway screech

From the dirty downtown all the way to the beach

Whether punk, rock, or power pop

Whether blitzkrieg bop or cretin hop

For just three minutes, let the music stop

‘Cause Joey’s gone

From big empty apartments in a Queens high rise

To endless backstages in countless two-bit dives

From fleabag high school dorm rooms with paper-thin walls

To greasy grimy dumpy decrepit rehearsal halls

Whether rockers with the sound down to a science

Whether punks with fists raised in anarchic defiance

For just three minutes, let all be silence

‘Cause Joey’s gone

No lamentations, no elegies

No ballads, no dirges, no eulogies

No 12-minute paeans to the day the music died

That’s the way he would have wanted it, unqualified

Just three chords with no grandiosity

Just 4/4 time at escape velocity

Just rock’n’roll in all its raw ferocity

Joey’s gone

Hey hey hey, ho ho ho

Joey’s gone—say it ain’t so

Hey hey hey, ho ho ho

Joey’s gone, but it was too soon to go.

©2024 The Hesh Inc.

"Joey Ramone, of blessed memory" - original AI art by The Hesh Inc.
Joey’s gone—say it ain’t so.

Joey Ramone, né Jeffrey Hyman, arguably the seminal frontman of punk rock and one of the greatest in rock music as a whole, died on April 15, 2001, which corresponded with the last day of Passover (Achron Shel Pesach, outside of Israel) that year. He wasn't quite 50 years old.

I wrote these lyrics not that long after his passing; I have yet to write the music, although it's fairly certain that whatever I write will involve buzzsaw guitars, four-on-the-floor drums, and no more than four chords.

What else is there to say. We are still feeling his loss and missing his presence, almost two decades later. May his memory be for a blessing.


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