my grandmother suffered from it severely. I was scared by her/it, and
I regret not having involved myself more with her in those difficult years.
This song is an expression of what it looked like to me at one point, when
the disease still in the early stages.
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Late at night the dog's asleep
His master's voice is just a snore
The ivy creeps to the open window
The hall light shines underneath the door
Get out my cane, put on my hat
That closet needs cleaning, it always will
Walk in the moonlight, don't wake the others
All of the houses are dark and still
Old age, old age, I'm such a bother
No one listens to a word I say
Asleep all day, awake all night
Fragile bones, thin blood, always in the way
Wake up the neighbors with my old goat voice
Lie on the grass, wet with dew
Stare at the stoplight blinking red
The grandkids are dreaming of you
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