there is nothing philosophical about death. the truth lies in the feel of it. when everything comes to a rest. so this is me humming a simple tune. on my quiet and peaceful mid-morning funeral.
Lay your head where my heart used to be
hold the earth above me
lay down in the green grass
remember when you loved me.
come closer dont be shy
stand beneath the rainy sky
the moon is over the rise
think of me as the train goes by
clear the thistles and brambles
whistle didnt he ramble
now there's a bubble of me
and it's floating in thee
stand in the shade of me
things are now made of me
the weather vane will say
it smells like rain today
God took the stars and he tossed em
cant tell the birds from the blossoms
you ll never be free of me
He ll make a tree from me
dont say goodbye to me
describe the sky to me
lay your head where my heart used to be
hold the earth above me
lay down in the green grass
remember when you loved me.
- Tom Waits, Green Grass
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