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Hi guys,

These are my latest lyrics, about the passing of my maternal grandfather 9 years ago. I was 13 at the time and it was my first experience of death, and I took it very badly. Although I have the excuse of youth, I'm not proud or happy of some of the things I did, but it's not the kind of thing you can easily apologise for. I wrote this song to try and examine and apologise, amongst other reasons.

As usual with my songs, there's no bridge yet - it depends whether I go with a musical bridge, i.e. an instrumental solo, or a vocal bridge. But apart from that, these lyrics are complete.

Please let me know what you think. Most importantly, PLEASE don't tiptoe around criticism because of the subject matter - I want this song to be PERFECT because anything less would cheapen the memory for me, so I'm after HONEST feedback! Help me make this song perfect for my grandfather's memory.

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Last Lot


[Verse 1]
Today's the second and the first:
Month and day; the date today.
With every one of nine that's passed,
Our heavy hearts cast off more weight.

Please forgive my now infrequent reminiscences.
And understand I make no obeisance for the sake of it.
So when I’m stopped dead by an arresting thought of you
I can attest I’ve never found myself so overcome.


[Verse 2]
No one’s hardened to the world
At the ripe old age of twelve
Lacking tools to take on board
A void of your height, depth and breadth.

And in act of purest yellow I decided that
The greatest means to be a man and try to understand
Were thunderstorms, and bathroom DIY bloodletting schemes
But I achieved nothing but to tarnish memories.


[Chorus]
I’ve always been the type who wants to be recognised as a man in his own right.
But it’d be a privilege to have such a blueprint and live a duplicated life.
We’re so blessed to be born of this house
I hope you’re looking proudly down on us.


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Thanks!