A tribute to my mom, Adeline C. Klahn, written after her death
lyrics
So Dream – Words and music by Phil Klahn
Is this just the end of your days?
Mother, Mother dear
Or am I facing my mortality?
Some respond with flowers, stories, food and notes
All to let the grief and loss unfold
I use strings and odd machines to capture notes and words
Your story to be heard, your story to be heard
So dream, my dear
The sleep of the redeemed
The quilters stop their chattering and stitch the final seam
I’ll cry my tears, the slow parade of years
The gift you loved, the gift I hid
Is all I really have to give
So dream
Some will speak in platitudes, sounding quite naïve
And never hold a candle up to you
We the sons and daughters who carry on your name
Will shelter in you memory and comfort in the flame
So dream, my dear
The sleep of the redeemed
In spite of all the suffering, your life was what it seemed
And all our tears, the slow parade of years
Reflect the time, and times to be
Regret and possibility
So dream, so dream
We the sons and daughters who carry on your name
Will shelter in you memory and comfort in the flame
We’ll comfort in the flame
So dream, my dear
The sleep of the redeemed
In spite of all the suffering your life was what it seemed
I’ll dry my tears, the symphony of years
Will lead me to a higher place, of holiness, of hope and grace
So dream, so dream
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020