GrandMa

[Intro, Atmospheric synths, Echoing guitar]

The house still smell of Her

Tha'ts the way they are

The house still smell of Her

That's the way we are

[Verse 1, Slow pulse, Deep bass]

This jam-packed emptiness

Her sprinkled water, in my face

I owe her this carried life

yet this jam-packed emptiness

[Verse 2, Low drums, Hollow pads]

the longing trail of insense

try to hide her absence

But i lose my sense

drowning in the silence

[Bridge, Droning synths, Tension builds]

The barn-yard moans

The walls crack, and groans

the battered, bricks and stones

The broken marrow of daddy's bones

[Bridge]

I remembered the fevered nights

When she grabbed me tight

and granted me her inner flame

yet I longed to return

whence I came

'Twas then I felt her voice

A tether to life itself

Against her will, no choice

I opened my eyes, and saw her face

[Chorus, Intensified percussion, Echoes]

The house still smell of Her

yet we remain who we are

Life's today a tug-o-war

A tussle of mind games

[Outro, Fading synth drone, Whispered vocals]

Yet her pleasing eyes

from the stilted frame

look all the same

toneless, none the same



this is actually a song, so forgive those extra added rhythms and beats.