This song's from the point of view of a dog being put to sleep. The picture, above, is from 2018, and I figured it was a good one to use cuz it has a crying dog in it. The bear's just there for good measure. It never hurts to have a bear in your picture.
With these icky health issues I'm running up against, I've been thinking about death a lot. I mean, what I have ain't life threatening, but running up against really bad health stuff does make you think about death a lot. It's like, you realize that your body is mortal and will crap out eventually; even though we all know that fact, technically speaking, sometimes it takes a decline in health to face that reality all-the-way. Death becomes front and center instead of a thing off in the distance. As a result, most of my recent songs have been about death.
When this song came to me in a dream, I thought, wow, this has potential. As such, I thought it would be better to make it about something specific instead of death, in general, because the latter would be boring. I mean, songs about general topics can be boring cuz they don't tell as much of a story as stuff that's more specific. Or at least, when I write songs, that tends to happen. Maybe other people have better luck with general stuff, though, so I shouldn't knock it. If people write songs about general stuff, and they come out good, that's great. But in this case, I wanted this song to tell a specific story, so the idear of the end of a dog's life came to me.
Man alive, though. The voice of the dog really came through when I was figuring out those lyrics. It was like magic, that dog speaking to me.
The lyrics are:
I am an old dog, and I think I’m dying
And my mind’s a fog, cannot find my kite string
(They) took me to the vet for one final visit
Now the sun has set, will I fly up to it?
(They’re) putting me to sleep; what will it be like on the
other side of things?
Pray my soul to keep; fuck it is the time; fly me up on
Heaven’s wings
Everyone got sad, and I see them crying
But my health is bad, and it’s time for dying
I am an old dog – hope I go to Heaven
Fly me from this fog, with a voice eleven
(They’re) putting me to sleep; what will it be like on the
other side of things?
Pray my soul to keep; fuck it is the time; fly me up on
Heaven’s wings
Is it fading away? My life is getting done
In the shade of the day, I cry (to the) setting sun
I’m a dog with a shot that makes me fly away
From this fog, it’s a lot; it takes my pain away
Do I hear the spirits that are knocking at my door?
They are really nice to come and get me, oh Dear Lord
They have come to get me, I remember how it was
The last time I was set free and we got on Heaven’s Bus
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