Hayes Carll is a playful,
sometimes acerbic lyricist, so it’s good to hear him treat this subject with
such depth and emotion. Written from the perspective of an old man with
Alzheimer’s, the song was inspired by personal experiences. Hayes
explains, “I was 14 years old and sitting in the passenger seat of my
grandfather’s truck in Waco, TX, the town he had lived in for most of his life.
He turned to me at a stoplight and asked me where we were. He looked scared. I
know I was. I’ve thought a lot since then about what it must feel like to lose
the thread of your own story.”
It feels so familiar as I watch
you
Walk in the room
And at first, I don't recognize
you
But then I damn sure recognize
that perfume
And you kneel down beside me
And gently take all of my hand
I say, "Baby, I'm scared
And I'm not sure I know who I
am"
Can you help me remember
Who it is that I used to be?
Can you tell me the story of my
family
My hopes and my dreams?
Did I try to stand for somethin',
would I always fold?
Did I do things when I was young
To be proud of when I was old?
Was I a house on fire or was I
just a slow-burning ember?
Could you, please, help me
remember?
Possibly the last person you’d expect to find in this post is Nigel Blackwell. It’s rare to find a Half Man Half Biscuit song that isn’t played for laughs (although Blackwell often has a serious point to make), but the penultimate track from the latest HMHB album stopped me in my tracks. The subject of a wife who can no longer care for her dementia-suffering husband on her own is treated with a great deal of respect, made all the more powerful through the use of gentle, observational humour and that special Blackwellian turn of phrase. Pathos and bathos both used to great effect.
As always, I am in debt to the Half Man Half Biscuit Lyrics Project, who debate this song with far greater erudition than I ever could, should you wish to know more.
The days she feared are here
The easy years are gone
His ‘best before’ draws near
And warning lights are on
Effort is tiring
But then again
Just for inquiring
She’ll get a free Parker pen
The surgery leaflets
Offer advice
But there’s no preparation
For losing him twice
And now he’s washed and dressed and ready
To keep him safe she’ll face the hurt
And if she could hold that needle steady
She could sew his name into his shirt
Apart, adrift, alone
Afraid of what’s ahead
She’ll be the evil nurse
And he’ll be underfed
Conduct report
Bound to be mixed
“Lashed out during bingo”
“Said the quiz night was fixed”
Occasional sunshine
Where clarity reigns
And memories are mutual
And we’re back in the lanes
Jeanette MacDonald had Nelson Eddy
And Bobby Darin had ‘Mack the Knife’
And she had him to hold her steady
Ah, sweet mystery of life!
Finally, the song that led to this post. Originally recorded by Kathy Mattea, and written by her husband about his own parents, though I wasn’t aware of Kathy’s version when I came across the cover on the sumptuous new collection by Rumer, B Sides & Rarities Vol. 2. It’s one of those story songs that covers a great stretch of time, and its impact can only really be felt by listening to the whole story. Which I encourage you to do. However, this is the verse that caught in my head on first listen, and drove me to delve much deeper.
