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A Note and an Explanation: You may think this song is tasteless. You may think it pokes fun at the terminally ill. Be assured that we have both had to watch parents and friends sicken and die – and we do not take it lightly. We also know that the one thing certain in this life, is that we will all reach some version of death. And we should talk about it, plan for it and sing about it. Our remaining defence, M’Lud, is that this song is “true” – it was based on a real experience. Not all cultures outsource death.
lyrics
Just leave me dying in the hallway; just leave me crying in my bed.
I don't really mind the company you're keeping.
Just leave me lying in the hallway; just leave me pissing in my bed.
Just try not to disturb my deathbed's sleeping.
The front door opens, "Come in my friends, take off your coats and ditch your shoes.
Don't mind the old man as you walk on through, he's almost yesterday's news.
I guess he doesn't understand that much you say, just nod and pass on by.
He'll be passing on soon himself, I think, to the Lord of Earth and Sky."
Just leave me dying in the hallway, just leave me choking on my bed.
Please don't even try to talk to me; some things are better left unsaid.
Don't feel you have to say hello, just walk on and avert your eyes,
but listen carefully and you might hear the sound of this old man's last sighs.
1 2 3 4: I'm sinking down slowly to St. Peter's door.
1 2 3 4 5: But he wants me to come to him dead, not alive.
1 2 3 4 5 6: You better hope you get old before you get sick.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7: This is a real slow train to heaven.
If I listen carefully I hear the sounds of the party next door.
Toasts to health and happiness and the speeches of some old boor.
Don't let my coughing disturb you; it's just the nature of the beast.
Don't let me be the ghost of Banquo at your fortieth birthday feast.
Just leave me dying in the hallway; just leave me crying in my bed.
I don't really mind the company you're keeping.
Just leave me lying in the hallway; just leave me pissing in my bed.
Just try not to disturb my deathbed's sleeping.
From kitchen to parlour the food now flows past me stacked high on porcelain plate.
Please don't mind my funny smells, my diet makes me flatulate.
And please don't try to tell me you've not seen an old man naked before.
Pretend I'm just a pile of dirty linen tucked away behind the door.
And if you hear the sound of clogs a-popping or mortal coils shuffled off onto the floor,
or if the clang of bucket being kicked by me makes the bread-roll stick in your craw,
then bow your heads to the salad bowl and say a prayer for us who are gone before;
but till then you can just forget me and leave me dying in the hall.
1 2 3 4: Pass the morphine, I need some more.
1 2 3 4 5: I'm three quarters gone but I'm still alive.
1 2 3 4 5 6: You better hope you get old before you get sick.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7: This is a slow train taking me down to heaven.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8: I got to hurry along now if I want to be late....
..... meaning, as Douglas Adams said,
not delayed, but dead.
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from
Sedition,
released September 22, 2016
Music and lyrics © David Banks 1998
Jenny Banks plays cajon
ISRC: UK-DVB-16-00026
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