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Stood So Still

I have this debate when an inspiration strikes me to write a song, with or without the melody in my head… should it be simple in nature, with a catchy hook and an easy, repeating sing-a-long chorus, or should it tell a story that will resonate with the listeners that will hopefully allow them to smile, cry, or laugh…?

I’ve heard ‘write what you know’.  Well, yea, every inspiration usually comes from a real and genuine spark from a personal experience.  Is this song about me, or my life, or anyone I know…?  Well, perhaps a germ of it is, but sometimes the song takes on a life of its own and carries itself to its own conclusions.

I just wrote a song about an old man facing the end, and mostly knowing he was at the end, but also a little too far gone to really understand he wasn’t coming home, ever again.  Heavy stuff.  But it struck me one day, so I went with it.  Some of it reminds me of my dad’s last chapters (borrowed from real life), and some of it is just a feeling.  This is something we will all eventually face, and it is hard on everyone (that’s the abstract part). 

This is a darker subject, but it’s part of real life and I needed to express it.  I mean, none of us really knows what will happen in the end, and none of us really want to have a conversation about it.  We don’t really respect the process in my opinion, and it’s scary, the not knowing.  In some ways it’s easier to express tough stuff in a song.  So, here it is:

STOOD SO STILL © Sue Broudy 2015

We knew it was coming

That day he went to Sunset Hill

Up the ancillary road to nowhere

Where the trees stood so still

 

I think he knew where he was going

As he donned his cap and coat

His wife watched him from the kitchen

And wished he wasn’t one of them folks

 CHORUS:      It’s hard enough to age with grace

                        We spend our time taking up space

                        You wonder how life’s embrace

                        Just Goes.  Just goes.

 I stood watching from the hallway

My sister standing there, the one who doesn’t cry

His old recliner sitting empty

Sun reflecting the dust floating by

 This man flew over Burma in the war

He supplied the fighting men on the ground

Now he stood so still in the doorway

Not once complaining or making a sound

 CHORUS:      It’s hard enough to age with grace

                        We spend our time taking up space

                        You wonder how life’s embrace

                        Just Goes.  Just goes.

 The ambulance had its lights off

Backing on up the hill

He seemed to know he was leaving

And the trees stood so still…we stood so still

CHORUS:      It’s hard enough to age with grace

                       We spend our time taking up space

                        You wonder how life’s embrace

                        Just Goes.  Just goes.

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