Monday Blues

So I've had a really shit week.

I have little words of my own today so instead thought I would share some lyrics

from the lovely Clare Bowditch & the feeding set.

Unfortunately I couldn't find a video so this will have to do.

It's a sweet, sweet melody and rings far too many bells for me.

The thing about Grief

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

The things my little head can not yet understand

But I patched it all together with string and rubber bands.

The thing about grief is

Few people know that the I comes beore 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 and beautiful

You should have grown to be old

Like I'll grow old - you will not

You left me 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 of 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 make new friends

Oooh - you were young and 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.

Fly free Wendybird... your nest shall forever be warm.

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