Story Behind The Song
As I mentioned, the song was born out of paying a Shiva call. I was overcome by my girlfriend's mother's book still by her lazy chair, the laundry neatly folded and her groceries in the fridge. It got me wondering about whether we pay attention enough to our loved ones when they are alive.
The song pays homage to the lost loved one and sings of how their presence is still felt, physically and spiritually.
Song Description
The music was already written, awaiting a lyric. The lyric inspiration came to me after paying a Shiva call - in the Jewish tradition, you pay your respects to the family at their home immediately after their loved one passed away. It's a very loving a supportive tradition, but it is also surreal in that often the belongings of the deceased person are still apparent and plainly around. I was struck by this imagery and found a way to list these images in this song. I pose a question to the effect that do we pay attention to our loved one's details when they are still alive? Have we memorized them? Have we said everything to them and loved them enough?
The duet with Jonatha Brooke gives the music and lyric some punctuation and additional emotional ride.
| Song Length |
3:51 |
Genre |
Unique - Unclassified, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Female |
| Mood |
Moving, Poignant |
Subject |
Existence, Sadness |
| Similar Artists |
Joni Mitchell, Rickie Lee Jones |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Here After
Music by Lauren Kinhan and Peter Eldridge
Lyric by Lauren Kinhan
Wanna know everything
Study every line
Memorize the surfaces
Holding what's inside
Little things, the little looks
Little grains of sand
Everything is magnified
Now that you're not
Here After the Morning
You took the Glitter and Gold
There is a page dog-eared on the console
As if you're returning
A lazy chair in recline
For every page left unread
I'll surely try
I'll surely try
Sing a Song, Sing it Loud
Shatter glass in hand
See the story in the shards
Showing who I am
On a Walk, In a Dream
When the sun is high
You'll be there reminding me
How to fly
Here After the Morning
You took the Glitter and Gold
I hear your voice hanging in the alcove
As if you're returning
A conversation resigned
For every word left unsaid
I'll surely try
I'll surely try