No One Here Gets Out Alive Playing his song on the radio Trying to show me break me through Found him age twenty-eight or so Lying on the beach no more poetry Peace love and anger he sang about Taught me to see things let them be To him the world was a better place Than the one that stole his life away Found his lifeblood on the streets of Seattle Took me on a ride told me his story Angry abused and out of his element Barrel drops faded out all apologies So now you see no one survives No one here gets out alive - Coyote *This little piece (originally a song I wrote incidentally) is kind of a salute to some of those who had something to say and instead of being heard suffered from their celebrity status and left this world with heavy hearts Next time you hear a song by Jim John or Kurt let yourself see into the soul that they re exposing for you the way you view life will be influenced conclusively as a result