Poetry floats (need a title)

[Leanne]

I got the bain -- Morrison died in a bathtub, and Hutchence did lovely kinky things with a doorknob that didn't end very well for him. Stumbling brought up Crowded House's "When it comes" for me, but that's probably because I've been listening to it lately. The rest of that stanza echoed "Peace Frog" (to me) and that's pretty damned appropriate given the blood in the streets.