I don’t know quite what to write in this space this week. After the weekend I’ve just had, nothing seems quite adequate, and furthermore, I hesitate to make spectacle of my dear friends’ quite personal loss. For that reason, I might have tried to write about something entirely different, but nothing else was on my mind. I have written funeral songs before. I don’t like writing them, but I have little other mechanism to process the experience. I feel very drained. These few notes on a ukulele and a couple of strained harmonies were all I felt I could summon. I really mean every note and every word. For a brief song that didn’t take long to compose, this song has my full emotional weight behind it. The one other thing I’ll say is that the weekend was fitting of the man it was meant for. It is a testament to him that we saw so many smiles amidst the grief.
lyrics
Has it come much harder
Than late september rain?
She's so much like her father
She echos his refrain
We come away
Not the same
Never the same
No way
Once or twice next autumn
We'll stop just for his sake
He was so much like his daughter
Their hearts seemed much the same