Mothers
uploaded: Fri, Oct 25, 2024 @ 12:14 PM
Roberts beautiful poem to his late mother coupled with his wonderul delivery led me to create this musical drone.
The things that needed to be done have been done I’ve unplugged the stars and switched off the sun I stand sentinel Like a scarecrow or twisted tree The wind whistling through the hole in the middle of me Ringing your little bell My dumbstruck heart is beating still At night the beacon on the hill Shines a crimson light The lie my mind is selling me Is that it’s your way of telling me That you’re alright So what happens now? I’ve always been my mother’s boy So what am I now? What am I without you Joy? The house is falling down around my ears I can’t fix it with my tears I need a plan The day fades down to a charcoal murk I kept trying to fix you and it didn’t work Now I’m a broken man In your room I’m surrounded by things of yours But the hospital bed has gone back to the stores And the wheelchair’s been returned Feel like I’m betraying you every day Like I’m tidying your life away Your bank statements have been burned So what happens now? I’ve always been my mother’s boy So what am I now? What am I without my Joy? Late at night A crimson light A crimson light Late at night A crimson light A crimson light Late at night
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