in memory of

This is a song I wrote for a friend who passed away late this last January. I’ve experienced a lot of death around me lately and it seems as if each one creeps a little closer to home. I find it hard to fathom, honestly. The last few weeks I’ve been a happy person, but it’s strange to consider why that is amidst the sadness that abounds mine and everyone else’s life in Olympia right now. You can never really get over something like the death of a friend so close–though I’d unfortunately hesitate to deem us close in some ways–but you can learn to accept it. It’s been hard for me to find the words to express how I truly feel about this tragedy… But, as you’ll read, that doesn’t really matter.

I’ll post a rough home recording tomorrow morning, only because I don’t particularly expect this to be a New Slang song and I feel a few people in town would be happy to hear it. For sticklers, the strange grammar is all intentional. Stay golden, everyone.

Last Tuesday

I heard your name last Tuesday evening
I can’t quite recall the time
I know this song don’t have much meaning
But since that night I’ve had to try
Well I don’t know quite what I’m saying
I just hope I say it right
And all the words in this old language
Don’t seem to tell me what’s inside us at all

Most my friends, they knew you better
I wish that I could tell you why
And I know these chords are rather simple
But I know that you’d say you don’t mind, “It’s all right
Cause it don’t matter what you’re saying
As long as you can say it right
And all the words in this old language
Will never tell you what’s inside us at all

Cause it’s too big for us
You never really know what you’re thinking
It’s too big for us
Yes I can see your ship is sinking
So steer it home to shore
Cause I know you’ve turned to drinking
And the smoke has got your lungs teeming
So put ’em down dear, don’t fear for me
Cause you know we’re only dreaming.”

I heard your name last Tuesday evening
I still can’t recall the time
But now I know this song has meaning
Cause I took the time to try
And I’m still not sure what I’m saying
But I hope I’ve said it right
And all the words in this old language
Don’t need to tell us what’s inside at all

-Travis