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The Short Life and Tragic Death of Peaches Geldof – Who Cries For The Rich Girl?

November 18, 2014
Religion. It’s been one of the most powerful inspirations for art and music since the beginning of time. The bushman of the Kalahari Desert have music for their “trance dances” where they communicate with the spirit world that dates from a time “before they had words”. There’s cave paintings in France of a Shaman dating back over 13,000 years. For as long as there’s been art, there’s been religion.

 

Artists who live extreme lifestyles are often attracted to the more extreme aspects of spirituality as well. Bob Dylan famously converted to Christianity and was born again in the late 70s before releasing several Gospel albums. Prince became a Jehovah’s Witness in the early 2000s (baptized by the bassist from Sly and the Family Stone!) and now won’t perform the sexy songs that made him famous live. AM Gold crooner Cat Stevens converted to Islam and even participated in the death threats that drove Salman Rushdie into hiding in the late 80s for his “heretical” novel, “The Satanic Verses”. Humans are always looking for ways to find God, and artists more than others. The creative process is an emulation of the Creator itself.

 

So, there was no wonder that Peaches Geldof, model, UK celebrity, and daughter of Live Aid Founder and Boomtown Rats musician, Bob Geldof had a fascination with the spiritual. Famously dabbling in Scientology, Judaism, and then moving onto Thelema (the occult teachings of our man, Aleister Crowley, who’s seemingly always showing up whenever British people have anything to do with the supernatural), before her death in April of 2014. She left behind a husband and two children and tragedy has surrounded this family for the past two decades.

 

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Who Cries For The Rich Girl?
Who cries for the rich girl?
who cries for the tramp?
Who cries for the little addict that can’t get it together, man.We all say so sad,
we knew your dad,
at least on TV,
at least it’s not me.

Who cries for the scapegoat,
the never were and never could be,
who cries for the pretty ones,
so lost and empty.

We all say so sad,
we knew your dad,
at least on TV,
at least it’s not me.
What a waste,
but there never was another way.
You paid the price,
a beautiful sacrifice.
The cost of being so lucky,
They always come in threes,
At least it’s not me.

High class pets in a velvet cage,
We’ll keep you until you age.
Human trash doesn’t recycle,
you’re as good as your news cycle.

We all say so sad,
we knew your dad,
at least on TV,
at least it’s not me.
What a waste,
but there never was another way.
You paid the price,
a beautiful sacrifice.
The cost of being so lucky,
They always come in threes,
At least it’s not me.

This is a Sunspot original track from our new podcast, See You On The Other SideEach episode features a paranormal topic and its influence on the entertainment industry, as well as original Sunspot songs.

 

This episode is called “Interview with Allison Jornlin of Milwaukee Ghosts: The Short Life and Tragic Death of Peaches Geldof” and you can listen to the podcast, right here.

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