Life is the Dream

‘Mourning White’ – yamabuki

Oh Sweet Nightingale
So beautiful is your sacrifice
To pierce your heart
On the Rose’s Thorn

Dream woman and I were caught
They painted us White
They brought us to the top
And left us there, for what?

Alexander McQueen’s mother died
It was more than he could take
For she was his beloved mother
He hanged himself
The day of her funeral

Everything has been painted White
What are they trying to do?
The Chinese wear White clothes
When they go to funerals

The Nightingale died
Singing her song to the rose
Her gift was as beautiful
As the red rose that grew
From her heart’s blood

McQueen’s shade is with us still
I’ve seen it in the wind and rain
Moaning with despair and hurt
Have you heard him crying too?

Dream woman sent me to explore
She asked me to seek out and find
Why everything is painted white
Everyone I see is in funeral white

McQueen’s shade
Is a shadow in the night
Drifting like a leaf in the wind
Why is he still hanging around
What still holds him here?

The Nightingale loved her life
She loved to sing in the night
Her song is so heartful
Did you love her too?

The Doors are white
The Walls are white
The People are white
Everything is white

McQueen’s shade is dark
Lost in the night
What is he seeking
Why can’t he leave
Have you seen him too?

The Nightingale
Wants to share her song
She loves us all with her beauty
Have you heard her singing
Carried by the evening breezes?

The whole world has turned White
Even my blood is white
All the colors have been lost
What vision is this Whiteness?

Can you feel McQueen’s agony
His soul’s deep wounds
He bled to give us his art
His blood colors our clothes

The Nightingale has died too
The rose she nourished was spurned
Was her sacrifice wasted,
A foolish loss of life?

Even the Music is white
The Sky is white
The Earth is white
Everything is white

McQueen! let go of darkness
Listen to your inner music
Look for the passage way
Find your way to the light

The Nightingale bled for us too
Her heart’s blood flowed for us
She too died for her art
Her blood changed to a red rose

Here in this White dream
McQueen’s clothes are white
The Nightingale’s song is white
Even the darkness is white

Please McQueen
Please Nightingale
Return to the world of Spirit
You don’t belong
In this world of white

But send us new dreams
Dreams with songs and art
Filled with bright colors
To bring us back to life

March 2010

Coroner: McQueen took drugs before his suicide
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
(04-28) 06:34 PDT LONDON, United Kingdom (AP) —

A British coroner has ruled the death of Alexander McQueen was a suicide, and said the designer hanged himself after taking cocaine, sleeping pills and tranquilizers.

Coroner Paul Knapman said Wednesday that McQueen was under pressure from work, “had a history of self-harm and, no doubt fueled by cocaine, he resorted to desperate measures to end his life.”

The inquest was told the designer was also “overwhelmed with grief” at his mother’s death days before.

McQueen’s psychiatrist Dr. Stephen Pereira told the coroner’s court the designer was diagnosed with mixed anxiety and depressive disorder. He says McQueen had attempted suicide twice before.

The 40-year-old’s body was found in his London apartment on Feb. 11.

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