Maraṇasati

Ok, where's Grandpa sitting
Over there
Grandpa's over here
Oh, ok
My father must have loved music, or my mother
Oh yeah
The first thing we, we got, I think we got, was a piano
An upright piano, self playing
Oh really, a player piano
Oh, a player piano, interesting
Interesting, wow
We had-and I had to take, ah, lessons yeah
Yeah
On the violin
Oh you did
Eeeee-d-d-d-d-d
I took that violin and broke it over my mother's head
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Almost
Almost
Almost

And my sister Rose had to take piano lessons
And I kept saying to them, "please let me play the piano
She can play the violin
I don't want the violin."
I don't know why
I just didn't care for violin at all
Yeah, sure
I had to get rid of it, but I didn't mind piano
Huh
"No," my mother said, so I stopped
Mmm
I didn't go anymore
Mmm

My father, he would sing the Italian songs
Like "Oh solo Mio"
Yeah
And "Sorento" da-da-de-da-de-da-deee
Ha ha ha ha
He used to sing in the house like as if he was a canary
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Eh
Mmm
And you know what-I used to get a report card
Yeah
And use to-my mother
No wine
Um, my mother would get the -she wouldn't understand
She read
She read better than father
um-
So
So who was sitting here
All the men are here
The boys

Well, what was I saying
Um, your father singing
Oh
And playing piano and violin
Oh My-
Well, they, they really
Eh-My-they
Peepa gave you a goldfish
Peepaw, peepaw
Dad, where are you
Peter, woo-hoo
You'll burn yourself on the candle, ok
Ok, ok, alright, good, so
Is this mine
This is the men's table
That's a men's table



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Writer(s): Joseph Abramo
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