And we start off the month with a set of short lyrics from the song "Urn" by Chanel Beads, Shane Lavers' uncategorizable musical project (I posted a live set they played this past autumn that knocked my socks off here). A fleeting look at a certain aspect of death, one that we never think of until we are faced with it, occupies the first two lines of the song. Having one's grief free-floating or fixed is a powerful conundrum. We who are left when a loved one dies have to navigate the actual physical remains and what that means emotionally, since it is all that is left...buried in the earth or cremated and put...somewhere.
Urn
by Chanel Beads
Sometimes, I wish that we buried you now
Assigned a location to my grief somehow
But I know that you would think the cemetery is silly
It's dust to me
Your ashes move too quickly
It's funny, numbers have significance now
Yeah, your birthday that kinda hurts me now
Like the day you died, the day you drank all that honey
Like the day you died, the day you got sick from drinking honey
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