Song Description
This song is about my Grandmother, The lyrics were written by my father shortly after her death.
| Song Length |
3:07 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Uptight |
Subject |
Power, Sorrow |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Who know, who's to say,
the players all departed yesterday.
And who are we but the stage crew breaking down the set and wondering about the play.
The play.
What sort of show was it?
What did it say to those who saw it?
What did it say to us who clear away the last debris of sweeping up the stage?
Truth...perhaps, oh that's a lot to ask of plays
Truth, a lot to ask of anything in this here vastness.
She wouldn't say outright.
Never said.
There was nothing of the play, knew nothing of it, not the story, not the end, not the players.
She was a player and never ever, never said a thing.
well...
The truth...perhaps?
That's a lot to ask of plays.
Truth....
That's a lot to ask of anything in this mere vastness.
Like an ageless Sphynx she sat. Wheelchair silent, piercing the minds of those who wandered in.
Curious and questioning, never quite asking. Was it too painful then at 84.
Maybe...just too private.
She'd open any door.
But that, that door she could not, would not.
Deflection, deferral, then silent when it served, or just the practiced pause.
She was the master of unspoken questions.
She was the master of unspoken questions.