"Of Missing Persons" as written by and Jackson Browne....
Your father was a rounder
He played that rock and roll
A leaper and a bounder
Down to his gypsy soul
The music was his angel
And sorrow was his star
And those of us who follow
Might hope to reach as far

They're walking slow in Houston
Speechless in D.C.
There's no way I could tell you
What he meant to me

Your mother's a survivor
She'll do what must be done
Her children will revive her
And help her see the sun
She almost knew that unison
But the singing stopped too soon
Now she shares the silence
With a man up in the moon

To speak of missing persons
Tonight there's only one
And we all carry with us what the man's begun

And you can sing this song
On July the Fourth
In the sunny south and the frozen north
It's a day of loss, it's your day of birth
Does it take a death to learn what a life is worth?

Your brothers are all older
And they'll take it in their stride
The world's a little colder
But manhood's on their side
Now you're the little girl-child
And you look so much like him
And he's right there inside you
Each time you want to sing

Sing of missing persons
Tonight there's only one
But he's where you can find him when it's said and done

And we will sing this song
On July the Fourth
From the sunny south and the frozen north
This will always be your day of birth
May you always see what your life is worth

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    General CommentThis is so special. Such a detailed and articulate tribute to one of our best. When I listen to it, I feel this amazement at how Jackson was able to write this while grieving his brother. Then I am reminded of the other songs of loss Jackson has written over the years, and the many he has not. There have been too many gifted artists hit the checkout line.

    I'm spooked. As I write this, Pandora is playing For a Dancer from the Nicolette Larsen Tribute live album. He sounds a bit strained, and it is also heartfelt. My, my.
    MMMerryon September 29, 2009   Link
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    General CommentA song addressed to Inara George, Jackson's goddaughter and daughter of his good friend Lowell George of Little Feat. Browne does such a great job hitting the heart on this one. Many times when attending funerals you miss the person that has moved on, however, you can't help but feel for the survivors.
    jdhockey526on April 30, 2008   Link

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