Great Grandfather's Song Songtext
von Mark Sheeky

Hello
We′ve not met

This is the voice
Of your dead great grandfather

I bet, you thought
You would never
Hear my voice

I bet, you've never
Even thought
Of me before

And does it make you cry
That you′ll be more forgotten than I?
That your no children
Won't even notice when you die?


Have you ever thought of me
In your forty years of history?
Well my son of son of son
That's how remembered you′ll be

I was born
In the sepia days
Of coldness and hunger

And I died
Achieving little of note
Except my son

And does it make you weep
That you have no soul for a god to keep?
That you have no heaven to aspire
To rest in when your life is done?

Wouldn′t it be better
To pretend that it's going to be alright
Instead of facing the void
At night?