The Untimely Death Of Brad

	Here is the tale, it's spoken word-for-word, it may be abominable, but, yes it must be heard.
	Nauseating at first, you can expect the worst, so listen closely, as the plot unfolds...
	I might stretch the truth, may be a little lie, there was a boy named
	Brad, he played trumpet, and he died.
	Too young for him to cease,
	Why? We haven't got a clue,
	It's on the internet, so then it must be true.
	The untimely death of
	Brad, how sad it must have been.
	If you see him anywhere, remember to console him.
	I curse the day,
	I ever met the boy,
	Only the good die young, they say.
	The details of his death are vague unbelievable it seems, as if his passing was only a dream.
	Catastrophe, calamity, what will we tell his mother now?
	Cataclysmic, a tragic mishap,
	I just heard that their band is breaking up.
	I hear his trumpet, his voice rings in my ears, it sometimes seems he's standing very near.
	I don't believe in ghosts,
	I've never seen one, but isn't the trumpet playing haunting on this album?
	A day that lives in infamy, in horror we behold, his passing, his memory, but the truth must be told.