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Monday, June 27, 2011

In honor of my cousin Jack, who died last night. He was like nobody else, and I wish I could think of the words to remember him right. The words aren't there tonight, though, so here:






Well they built the Titanic to be one of a kind, but many ships have ruled the seas
They built the Eiffel Tower to stand alone, but they could build another if they please
Taj Mahal, the pyramids of Egypt, are unique I suppose
But when they built you, brother, they broke the mold


Now the world is filled with many wonders under the passing sun
And sometimes something comes along and you know it's for sure the only one
The Mona Lisa, the David, the Sistine Chapel, Jesus, Mary, and Joe
And when they built you, brother, they broke the mold


When they built you, brother, they turned dust into gold
When they built you, brother, they broke the mold


They say you can't take it with you, but I think that they're wrong
'Cause all I know is I woke up this morning, and something big was gone
Gone into that dark ether where you're still young and hard and cold
Just like when they built you, brother, they broke the mold


Now your death is upon us and we'll return your ashes to the earth
And I know you'll take comfort in knowing you've been roundly blessed and cursed
But love is a power greater than death, just like the songs and stories told
And when she built you, brother, she broke the mold


That attitude's a power stronger than death, alive and burning her stone cold
When they built you, brother

3 comments:

The Vegetable Assassin said...

I'm very sorry to hear about your cousin, miss Brigid. My condolences to you!

Joshua said...

I'm so sorry, Brigid. So very sorry.

Things to Do said...

Brigid. I'm so sorry to hear about your loss. You and your family are in my thoughts.

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