I haven't posted the words to The Unremembered yet, one of the songs from Remembrance Service For Those Who Died Homeless Postponed, so I thought I'd do so today. Musically I wanted to paint a picture of a trawl through an urban landscape, a scene of many forgotten people, the streets of London.
Hey friend,
do you recognise me? No?
We were brothers once.
We were lovers once.
But nobody remembers, it seems
my contributions have become
the material of dreams.
I'm the unremembered
in the undersun.
The unremembered.
I'm the unremembered
in a dying end.
Hey girl, hey boy,
I'm as hollow as a lie.
There's no voice here, it seems
The world has woken up today
but left me in its dreams.
They walk with you,
the unremembered
in the pale light
of the unthought.
Have you forgotten
all those people
you once called friend
but now pass by,
the unremembered?
You are remembered
by the souls
whose virtues
were not recorded,
by the souls,
like me,
the unremembered.
