In my book “Opening The Doors of Perception” I suggested that the concept of “retrogenesis” whereby the decline in old age is a reverse mirror-image of the development of an infant into childhood is evidence of my “Cheating The Ferryman” hypothesis.
This gives me the opportunity to post a link to probably the saddest song I have ever heard … but also one that has a curiously positive feel…. that has as its theme the tragedy of vascular dementia.
The song is “Anna” by the hugely talented Antje Duvekot.
I defy anybody who has witnessed the decline of a loved into the world of dementia to listen to this song and not shed a tear….
Here are the lyrics:
Anna stares out of the window
It’s her eighty-fifth spring
She tries to concentrate on something
Her face is strained and she’s confused
At the walls in this room
And all the strangers standing around her chair
They brought her photographs in frames
They are using her name
But she just smiles politely at their embrace
And Anna
Introduces herself again
A man picks up her hand
And says, “Anna, look, the spring has come”
And your carousel is waiting
It’s 1925 in New Orleans
You are in your favorite dress
Your brother is at your dad’s hand
And you’re on your way to the Harborfest
There will be apples on sticks and fish stands
And you’ll get to wave at the passing ships
And your daddy will buy you something
At the end
And Anna tries to form a thought
But at the end she’s forgotten where she started from
There’s something she would like to say
But the words in her head seem to have got away
Can Anna come out and play
And over all that is inside her
A curtain is closing in her deep brown eyes
Well, it’s like someone’s built a wall
And through the very last cracks
Anna extends her hand and a little girl calls
“Please don’t let me fall”
It’s 1925 in New Orleans
You are in your favorite dress
Your brother is at your dad’s hand
And you’re on your way to the Harborfest
There will be apples on sticks and fish stands
And you’ll get to wave at the passing ships
And your daddy will buy you something
At the end
Well, there’s so much you must have witnessed
As the whole world changed, child
At the onset of the Jazz Age
And it was long before Elvis
And rock and roll
They told you, “There will be music
You just wait”
It’s 1925 in New Orleans
You are in your favorite dress
Your brother is at your dad’s hand
And you’re on your way to the Harborfest
There will be apples on sticks and fish stands
And you’ll get to wave at the passing ships
And your daddy will buy you something
At the end
What do you think of it all
As you are so small
Under your blanket here in this hospital
I love you
Tell your bones not to let go
But your heart is beating slowly now
The spring has come
But one small leaf was falling, falling, falling
Source: Musixmatch
It’s her eighty-fifth spring
She tries to concentrate on something
Her face is strained and she’s confused
At the walls in this room
And all the strangers standing around her chair
They brought her photographs in frames
They are using her name
But she just smiles politely at their embrace
And Anna
Introduces herself again
A man picks up her hand
And says, “Anna, look, the spring has come”
And your carousel is waiting
It’s 1925 in New Orleans
You are in your favorite dress
Your brother is at your dad’s hand
And you’re on your way to the Harborfest
There will be apples on sticks and fish stands
And you’ll get to wave at the passing ships
And your daddy will buy you something
At the end
And Anna tries to form a thought
But at the end she’s forgotten where she started from
There’s something she would like to say
But the words in her head seem to have got away
Can Anna come out and play
And over all that is inside her
A curtain is closing in her deep brown eyes
Well, it’s like someone’s built a wall
And through the very last cracks
Anna extends her hand and a little girl calls
“Please don’t let me fall”
It’s 1925 in New Orleans
You are in your favorite dress
Your brother is at your dad’s hand
And you’re on your way to the Harborfest
There will be apples on sticks and fish stands
And you’ll get to wave at the passing ships
And your daddy will buy you something
At the end
Well, there’s so much you must have witnessed
As the whole world changed, child
At the onset of the Jazz Age
And it was long before Elvis
And rock and roll
They told you, “There will be music
You just wait”
It’s 1925 in New Orleans
You are in your favorite dress
Your brother is at your dad’s hand
And you’re on your way to the Harborfest
There will be apples on sticks and fish stands
And you’ll get to wave at the passing ships
And your daddy will buy you something
At the end
What do you think of it all
As you are so small
Under your blanket here in this hospital
I love you
Tell your bones not to let go
But your heart is beating slowly now
The spring has come
But one small leaf was falling, falling, falling
Source: Musixmatch
