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IN MEMORIUM: Sweet Is The Melody

  Oh, sweet is the melody, so hard to come by.

  It's so hard to make every note bend just right.

  You lay down the hours and leave not one trace,

  But a tune for the dancing is there in it's place.

 

Sweet is the melody, so hard to come by.
It's so hard to make every note bend just right.
You lay down the hours and leave not one trace,
But a tune for the dancing is there in it's place.

Well, the dance floor's for gliding and not jumping over ponies.
Where boots and gold bracelets come and meet as they should.
It's for celebrating a Friday night romance:
Forgetting the bad stuff and just feeling good.

Oh, sweet is the melody, so hard to come by.
It's so hard to make every note bend just right.
You lay down the hours and leave not one trace,
But a tune for the dancing is there in it's place.

Oh, an arm's just an arm 'til it's wrapped 'round a shoulder;
Looped side by side they go stepping out together.
A note's just a note 'til you wake from your slumber,
And dare to discover the new melody.

Oh, sweet is the melody, so hard to come by.
It's so hard to make every note bend just right.
You lay down the hours and leave not one trace,
But a tune for the dancing is there in it's place.

 

CLICK HERE to watch Iris DeMent perform her song

 

 

     I first saw Iris Dement on Austin City Limits about a decade ago, and looked up the song when Daisy died. The song very much reminded me of the time I lived with Dave and Daisy near the lake in Milwaukee, when she was so young and full of life. Dave recorded the song so I heard it many times.

    When Daisy died, I found the song on You Tube and listened to it many times and wept. The song is about creating a song, and so strongly captured my feeling of having created something very beautiful, together with Daisy--that our relationship was like a song that we created every day, with every play session, every walk, every ride in the car, every food exchange--Kim and Daisy, together, were like a carefully crafted song with its own special melody and rhythm, one that could still be sung and brought alive, even after she was gone. And, so it is with all those we love and cherish...

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Photo by David 

 

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 Photo by Curtiss

 

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Photo by Curtiss

 

 

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Photo by Tom

 

 

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