Lyrics

All afternoon I've been thinning out yet more boxes of my mom's belongings. I thought I'd already dealt with this stuff but still here is a box of what was left in her office at school, all the cards people sent me, some of them still unopened, and stacks upon stacks of her journals and notes. I'm saving the interesting things, which includes a lot of the journals. On the first page of one of them, she starts out with the story of her birth and childhood. Then, triggered by some memory, she recalls one of her mother's favorite songs to play on the ukelele. The lyrics are so unique that I had to share. I only wish I knew the melody.

He told her that he loved her but
Oh how he lied,
Oh how he lied,
Oh how he lied.

Well, he went to Hades and
Sizzled and fried,
Sizzled and fried,
Sizzled and fried.

And she went to Heaven and
Flip flap, she flied,
Flip flap, she flied,
Flip flap, she flied.

So many things intrigue me about this song. The storyline is hinted at rather than spoken, and almost haiku-like in its brevity. Also, I think that more pop songs should feature the idea that one can be sentenced to Hell for lying to a girl. The whole thing is so chipper and yet so twistedly vengeful at the same time. And the idea of my grandmother plinking it out on a ukelele is just too wonderful for words.