Sufjan Stevens (who sings my soul) wrote a song called Casimir Pulaski Day.
This is our tribute that has been in the making for the past three days:
and the 4-H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone
Your father cried on the telephone
And drove his car to the
In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading
Oh the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth
Tuesday night at We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens
I remember at
When your father found out what we did that night
Oh the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and
Oh the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and
In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window
In the morning in the winter shade
And the cardinal hits the window
In the morning in the winter shade
I thought I saw you breathing
Oh the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window
Oh the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes
Oh the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window
Oh the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes
Note: We really wanted to kiss someone on the mouth and cause complications they could live without, but, well, we're a little bit chicken.
Though, we did have the guts to ask an almost stranger to pose with us in his living room.
And to get up at 5:30am to sit at the top of the stairs.
Basically all the credit goes to E.
And I adore Melanie, for going along with us, despite hearing the song for the first time just a day prior to the magic.
1 comment:
This is very cool.
I liked it. =]
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