“i knew it was you at the door, i saw
you from the window. now come
inside my dear. it’s good to see you
again, despite what you did to my
throat. “they” are waiting upstairs.
come. missy is there too. she’s sitting
on grandpa’s lap. i bet you’re dying for
a cup of tea.”
solo: ~ andy
to whom it may concern.
i am scared to death. 9 years ago they finally let me out, and i
was just beginning to feel better. i am not myself any longer.
i guess you could not even recognize my face if you saw me now.
that phone call 2 hours ago has torn me apart. it was grandma.
she invited me back to the old house. i do not want to go back,
but i must. maybe you will understand my fear if i tell
you what happened during my childhood.
18 years ago i was living with my mother and
my sister missy in grandma’s old house. i had
been told that grandma was away on a long vacation,
and that she would soon return. she did.
i have later found out that she was actually being released
from that same asylum. “she’s insane”, they said, when she
kept on babbling about “them”. i still cannot make up
my mind about who really did separate grandpa’s head
from his shoulders. you see, “they” were always so
nice to me.
anyway, time is short and i must leave for the old
house. so here is what happened 18 years ago. and
in case we never see each other again, at least you
will know why.
i bet we are going to have tea.
andy la rocque
pete would like to dedicate his guitarwork to the
memory of krister petersson.
i hope you’ve find your place.
i would like to dedicate this alb*m to the memory of
grujica, my good friend and uncle.
keep on rocking wherever you are.