Speaking of Death...
Better Idea than Reading Aloud that Dylan Thomas Poem.Kevin Grace has posted the results of his asking bloggers, friends etc what song they wish to have played at their funeral. It is a wonderful and revealing list.
My ladyfriend who tired of listening to Ryan Adams CD's in my car about 10 seconds into the third song would murder me if she knew but I said "Magnolia Mountain" by Ryan Adams. I wouldn't want it played at the Church, that's not proper. But maybe it could be played afterwards - back at the house where everyone in black talks about everything else. In fact, one of the odder things in life might be to make the mix of songs to be played after you are buried on your IPod (or whatever we have then). "In case of death press 'play' "would be the title of mine.
Anyway, here are the lyrics to Magnolia Mountain:
I want to go to Magnolia Mountain
And lay my weary head down
Down on the rocks
On the mountain my savior made
Steady my soul and ease my worry
Hold me when I rattle like a hummingbird hummin'
Tie me to the rocks on the mountain my savior made
Lie to me
Sing me a song
Sing me a song until the morning comes
If the morning comes, will you lie to me
Will you take me to your bed
Will you lay me down
Till I'm heavy like the rocks on the riverbed
That my savior made
I want to be the bluebird singing
Singing to the roses in her yard
The roses in her yard her father grew for her
It's been raining that Tennessee honey
So long I got too heavy to fly
Ain't no bluebird ever gets too heavy to sing
Lie to me
Sing me a song
Sing me a song until the morning comes
And if the morning don't come, will you lie to me
Will you take me to your bed
Will you lay me down
Till I'm heavy like the rocks in the riverbed
That my savior made
We burned the cotton fields down in the valley
And ended up with nothing but scars
The scars became the lessons that we gave to our children after the war
But there ain't nothing but the truth up on the Magnolia Mountain
Where nobody ever dies
Steady your soul and ease your worry
They got a room for you
Lie to me like I lie to you
Calm me down until the morning comes
And if the morning don't come
Lie to me
Will you take me to your bed
Will you lay me down
All heavy like the rocks in the riverbed
That my savior made
Michael Brendan Dougherty
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Make that semi-operatic. More stripped down than conventional opera.