:’-(

Bye Grandma.

When she was a grad student, she broke her leg skiing down the Ave (in the U-district, Seattle) on two boards in a snow storm.
She died today.

Bye Grandma.

The Son Never Shines on Closed Doors, by Flogging Molly

I saw her there from afar
Her hair grey charcoal
Takes a drag from her tar
I kissed her a smile
But her blood red shot eye
Said the son never shines on closed doors

It’s been eight long years since I saw
The woman who’s labored
Since the day I was born
These wrinkles now face
To that cold dark damp place
Where the son never shines on closed doors

She said the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away back to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors

Death comes like a theif in the night
To steal while you sleep
The soul’s flickering licght
Well maybe it’s then
She said, I’ll see you again
Because the son never shines on closed doors

She said the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away back to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors

And we all go the same way home
Yeah we all go the same way home