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(This is the third time I'm posting this song. I keep changing the instrumentation. I'm sorry about the posts and deletes.)
About a decade ago, my grandmother, after a lifetime of hardship, developed a profound depression. It was triggered by my grandfather's death and her son's (my two uncle's) squabbles over his estate.
I wrote this song at that time. She has never been the same since. Even though she is still very much alive, her spirit is hidden, suppressed - perhaps gone.
I miss her very much.
This arrangement, like my other post "Rattles and Crib," is very simple. I love the sounds of three instruments put together - a triangle of sound. In this case, my voice, the piano, and software cellos/strings.
About a decade ago, my grandmother, after a lifetime of hardship, developed a profound depression. It was triggered by my grandfather's death and her son's (my two uncle's) squabbles over his estate.
I wrote this song at that time. She has never been the same since. Even though she is still very much alive, her spirit is hidden, suppressed - perhaps gone.
I miss her very much.
This arrangement, like my other post "Rattles and Crib," is very simple. I love the sounds of three instruments put together - a triangle of sound. In this case, my voice, the piano, and software cellos/strings.
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Lyrics
Teapots and brooms and long lost years
Just a little quiet simplicity
Sweat and ginger and home-made soup
Never mind the hope for some sanity
Tell me I have Grandma’s eyes
I’m not sure where she has gone
Loving life couldn’t have been easy
Gently forgiving all that went wrong
Chorus:
Grandma, sit in your chair
Tell me a story
Where have you been all this time?
Grandma, just rest easy
Tell me a story
I’ll answer when the door-bell chimes
I forget the stories she has told me
Temples and peasants so far away
I want to see again Grandma’s eyes
And hear once more all she has to say
I can remember Grandma’s eyes
Round and bright, full of aching
I could see a world of hard faith
And sense the pain of cruelty’s making
Chorus repeat
You ask me what she will leave behind
The answer is simple like her life
There’s a legacy of stories left to tell
Beyond her fate as a simple wife
Chorus repeat
Just a little quiet simplicity
Sweat and ginger and home-made soup
Never mind the hope for some sanity
Tell me I have Grandma’s eyes
I’m not sure where she has gone
Loving life couldn’t have been easy
Gently forgiving all that went wrong
Chorus:
Grandma, sit in your chair
Tell me a story
Where have you been all this time?
Grandma, just rest easy
Tell me a story
I’ll answer when the door-bell chimes
I forget the stories she has told me
Temples and peasants so far away
I want to see again Grandma’s eyes
And hear once more all she has to say
I can remember Grandma’s eyes
Round and bright, full of aching
I could see a world of hard faith
And sense the pain of cruelty’s making
Chorus repeat
You ask me what she will leave behind
The answer is simple like her life
There’s a legacy of stories left to tell
Beyond her fate as a simple wife
Chorus repeat
a slight improvement of an already great tune. Love the addition of the
cellos. They sound more natural and play well off of the piano.
Now, don't tamper with this anymore! If you re-post with your vox
replaced by a Kazoo or something I'll be really miffed!
Be well friend!