I’ve always been struck by the way objects embody memories . . .
|lyrics by Melissa L. Tatum|
|music by Berdene C. Foye|
|arranged by Dene Foye|
|recorded by Dene Foye|
|vocals & guitar Dene Foye|
|cittern Rich Brotherton|
|recorded at Ace Recording, Austin, TX|
|recording engineer Rich Brotherton|
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Dene Foye has been playing and composing music for longer than he cares to admit. He is currently a member of the group Ghost of a Rose, and also performs solo.
He is accompanied by Rich Brotherton, an outstanding musician and recording engineer, whose contributions to this Benefit CD were invaluable. In addition to recording and performing on Heirlooms, Rich’s work can also be found on Session Rules.
How can such an ugly lamp bring me to my knees?
One glance was all it took … I’m awash in memories
I’m a panicked ten year old with a jar of Elmers glue
Playing baseball in the house was one of mom’s taboos
CHORUS: I didn’t grow up in this house, why are my childhood memories here?
All my hopes and dreams and all my foolish fears
Suspended like a bee in amber, frozen bits of time
Fossils of forgotten days gone by
A cheerful orange tiger now lives in the kitchen drawer
When I was five his belly shone its light across my floor
His job was bouncing, pouncing, trouncing monsters that appeared
He stood guard so I could sleep till the morning sun was here
Way back in the closet, behind mittens and a kite
I found our stash of fav’rite games, and thought of family night
I picked games of strategy like Battleship and Clue
My sister’s choice was games of chance like Cards or 42
Floating on the air, haunting every single room
I catch hints of lavender, mom’s favorite perfume
It’s the smell of joy and pain, of every hug from mom
My heart leaps then sinks as I remember that she’s gone