Hm. Google moeten raadplegen, maar dan ga ik voor The Cranberries - When You're Gone. 
Hoewel inderdaad passend - is er, zo je vermoedelijk ook achteraf zal zien, een beter mogelijk
Artiest en band of artiest en nummer? 
Mijn excuses, artiest en nummer natuurlijk
was dat niet een dichter 
Zeer zeker, een van de grote!
Geniet onder andere enige bekendheid door The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
