a song about people who crash funerals, or more accurately...steal wakes.
lyrics
Idle Viewings
We don’t go for the anisette
We don’t go because we’re
Expected to, no, no, no
We don’t go because we’re
Happy hypocrites…
Don’t want to superimpose our strange lives
On this
Dialogue with Shadows
“But if they don’t mean it
And our spies find out…”
Then we’ll just trickle in smoothly
Whispered questions, answers
Neighbors shrug their shoulders,
Orange water…
To anyone who cries too loud
But we keep working in shifts &
No one knows our names some of us
Cry and quake
“They start to shake…
“Can’t let them steal our wake…”
And then we’re off…
It wasn’t even my Daddy… BUT
If it was him I’d expect you to be sitting by his side
It wasn’t even my Mamma… BUT
If it was her I’d expect you to be sitting by her side
It wasn’t even my Uncle… BUT
If it was him I’d expect you to be sitting by his side
It wasn’t even a PHONE CALL… BUT
If it was it I’d expect you to be sitting by it’s side
Chris Butler describes in 15 tracks his life in Kent, Ohio before the murder of four students on the campus of Kent State University on May 4th, 1970. HALF CLEVELAND