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A Wake in the Mourning lyrics
VERSE 1 (Alexandrah):
Grandma Irene, mother of three, wife, painter, Saint of Laughs.
She’d tell the family of a time,
And the room became bright.
Watching or not, she danced.
Generous does understate,
Hold her hand and she knows we relate.
“Be smart,” she said, “You’re our favorite thing.”
Ceremonies can’t hold, all our moments
And unwritten poems,
She said, “You’re soft, like a butterfly’s wing.”
HOOK:
You are more than life contained,
They say loss but I know you remain.
Like a butterfly’s wing.
Gather as you wish to do,
But let me have my wake in the mourning.
VERSE 2 (Swamburger):
Auntie Fran, mother of 8, made of celestial eloquence, sister of seven Celetins... passed. Reminded me of Angela Davis, rocking a fro, believing in tomorrow for the sub sequential task. Raising a fist to risk changing a dish into another plate of vegetables and fish. Green apples, her favorite, native to the behavior fit for keeping it moving until the age of 46. Open casket. I'd rather not look, there's a certain vow that I took. Death is yours. I respect your tour of the flesh, with more than a funeral to adore all of you, without a ceremony to rep the fall of you. I wanna say that I enjoy you still, today, and will, in ways that society won't, cause it doesn't pay. Hey, it's ok! I know you better now. Thanks for allowing me to be awake in the mourning. Wow! It feels good. You know that it does.
HOOK
Part of these releases
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- Track 12 on The 4th Wall, Part 2
- 11 Doom & Gloom Blues
- 13 The 4th Wall
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