the live version of freebird by lynyrd skynyrd is,

for me, the perfect funeral song.

it is steeped in tragedy to begin with,

since most of the band died in a plane crash

and it is jen-nys failed suicide song in forrest gump.

at my funeral the song would begin to play

and everyone would think it was mellow

and a nice tune for me to officially die to,

then as it built and built into the steam-train

juggernaut of wild fire and rock and roll excess,

with shrieking twin guitars and pin point tattoo drums

melting and boiling the very fabric of reality before

finally shuddering and quaking into a guitar solo so

high on the fretboard it causes nosebleeds

it would dawn on people that even in my death

i was trying to make people live.