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earthkissed

Just me and my thoughts, most of them silly.

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Location: brisbane, queensland, Australia

I am a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a friend. Sometimes I am good at these things, sometimes I am not.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

The thing about Grief is

Well sometimes at horrible times in your life, strange things start going through your head. In particular for the last week I've had this song stuck in my head by Clare Bowditch called "The thing about Grief is". Unfortunately for me and everybody around me, I only know one line of the song, which is "The thing about grief is, few people know that the I goes before the E". Which neither makes particular sense as a statement (except of course that it is the correct spelling), or is particularly moving (although is far better then me singing "empty chairs and empty tables" from Les Mis which was also stuck in my head). So for all the people who tolerated me floating about the house, occasionally breaking into "the I goes before the E", here are the full lyrics to the song.

*The Thing About Grief Is" by Clare Bowditch
The thing about grief is
It knows what I did and
It knows what I did not say.
It sentenced me to a life of excavating
Things my little head can not understand
But I patched it all together with string and rubber bands.

The thing about grief is
Few people know that the I goes before the E
And it's hard to give away because it's
The last thing you gave to me.
I've scrambled it together and
Collaged it in a lighted frame
Sometimes I'm scared to speak your name.

Ooh you were young a beautiful
You should have grown to be old
Like I'll grow old - no you will not.
You left me here to join the dots
I'm gonna speak them.

The thing about grief is
It took what I loved and it buried her deep away.
It makes no sense but it's interesting in it's own way.
Some days I still assume I'm gonna see your face again
But I always assume.

The thing about grief is
It gets kind've boring for the
People who don't yet know.
Your friends - some they will wander off and
Most will wish you'd just move on sister.
But black is the colour 'cause it
Doesn't seem to have an end
I've heard it changes and
You'll make new friends.

Oooh - you were young a beautiful.
You should have grown to be old
I will grow old, no you will not.
You left me here to join the dots.
I'm gonna speak them
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