Ken Lyrics

Drilled a hole in the wall

Cables in bunches, bite-marks in my plastic straw

Almost called Grandma

But like a glass horse buckled in the clutches of the raven's claw

Picked the slugs up in her yard

After-school, Walmart and Dion's

In the one where we were almost shot

Complained about her sister Susan

Ken, where have you been

When was the last time that I saw you

Was it Mardi Gras or Lafayette

Or am I forgetting something more recent

I was only a kid back then

If you must bury me now make sure it's at the Phoenix Open

Or at a festival of crosses

Your obituary, and my sister baking

When the levees get lonesome

Your obituary and my sister baking

And your eyelids supple and starstruck

Your obituary and my sister baking

Hands steady on the paint brush

Your obituary, where did my mother go

Like a slumbering scimitar in the pale dust.

Gripping her phone

Compelled to reread what I can't recall

Awoke to the warpath of a saw

Handyman let himself in, spit dark from his heavy chaw

Stood like rigid, frozen straw

Stuffed into a shirt, a scarecrow in lockjaw

Drowsy and withdrawn

Been sober now for much too long

Messages from my sister and mom

Pictures of wine between your wife Susan and my Grandma

Ken, where have I been

Let's ditch pretensions and get to drinking

What was Spring like in Lafayette

You lived there and I only got to visit

Any reasons or regrets

Why did you make your employees listen to classical music

Between what I'm reading and the shabby memories I have left

Ken my friend, I can't seem to tell the difference

Your obituary, and my sister baking

When the levees get lonesome

Your obituary and my sister baking

And your eyelids supple and starstruck

Your obituary and my sister baking

Hands steady on the paint brush

Your obituary, where did my mother go

Like a slumbering scimitar in the pale dust