Funny Songs About Death.

I'm convinced the world doesn't sing enough about death and why it can be--for lack of a more befitting word--funny. However, thanks to geniuses Martyn Jaques, Edward Gorey et al., we have a deliciously morbid piece of digital bliss called The Gorey End. There is no way one can listen to this album and not be simultaneously sickened and collapsing on the floor in laughter! Take, for instance, the song "Besotted Mother." It's too fucking funny. Lyrics follow...

"Besotted Mother"

Her husband left Goola Flibbage before the baby was weaned,
To support herself and Florabelle as a charwoman she cleaned.
She felt there had never been such a beautiful child, her friends they did concur,
She wondered how beautiful she would look in a costume of white bunny fur.
She bought a tam, some mittens, a coat with a little cape,
A necklet, booties, and to complete the ensemble a muff of a funny shape.
The first coolish day of autumn she dressed Florabelle up in them all,
She left her outside a greengrocer on the greengrocer when she did call.
A pack of wild dogs came round the corner, the butcher's their intention,
They ripped Florabelle to pieces in a second.

You have to realize that the entire song is accompanied merrily by piano, strings and accordion, and sung in an endearing, earsplitting falsetto by Martyn Jaques. Nothing mournful or dirge-like about it! Quite charming, actually. You can even hear the hungry dogs yipping and snarling (that the part Dylan likes the best!)

Anyhoo...

Happy Easter, everyone. This is probably the last blog I write until Tuesday, as we are going to NY for the holiday. Be safe, and remember what Easter is all about. Ain't it great? :)