Everyone agrees it came too soon
It was only meant to be an intersection
You kept fear of death in back pocket of your jeans
In the palm of your hand, affection
It came like a sudden gust of wind
Leaving them, bewildered, to ask how
I recall last time we met you said we'd meet again
The irony is only bitter now
These days everyone cries, say
uncle
They want to touch your spirit lest it die
For this your sons and widow gather with us at the table
To form a healing circle for our new demise
These days everyone cries, say
uncle
I retrieve the memories quickly as I can
Add them to the portrait we all draw in our minds
Your body gone, we shall keep the man
I close my eyes and hope they do not fade
These remnants of a voice and of a smile
Images of landscape cloaked in forest green
Like your life unfolding mile by mile
A fierce embrace, a word of thanks
A cheerful whistle and hours in a van
Somehow these pieces must bring back the man you were
Though the ocean claims your ashes on the sand
These days everyone cries, say
uncle
They want to touch your spirit lest it die
For this your sons and widow gather with us at the table
To form a healing circle for our new demise
These days everyone cries, say
uncle
I retrieve the memories quickly as I can
Add them to the portrait we all draw in our minds
Your body gone, we shall keep the man
- :
- Aims
- Inland Territory
- Miscellaneous
- Waking Hour
- Warm Strangers
- PasteMusic.com Sampler IV
- New Music Sampler - WXPN 88.5 (Fall 2004)
- Landmark Music
- 2004-11-22: Schubas, Chicago, IL, USA
- Jazzism 2
- Deadliest Catch
- White Light (acoustic version)
- Selected Jazz - Das Beste des Jazz 2007
- Rolling Stone: New Noises, Volume 83
- I Heard It On NPR: Singers, Songs & Sessions
- Paste Magazine Sampler #24: September 2006
- Die Stereo Hörtest CD, Volume 4
- 2005-06-22: The Birchmere, Alexandria, VA, USA
- Paste Magazine Sampler #03: Q1 2003
- Love Songs zum Valentinstag