includes an excerpt from Invention in Dm by J.S. Bach
His one redeeming quality was that he played the organ
Which isn't even a quality but at least a commitment that he kept.
A few Thanksgivings ago I played a Poulenc nocturne for my dad
He said slowly, "You know, your grandfather could really play.
And I think you get it from him.
Yes, I think you get it from him.
Oh when he played the organ,
He was a musical genius yeah, he could really play."
I play the organ on Sundays as the congregation filters in
Oh it's then, it's then
That I start to wonder about my grandfather
When I'm sitting at an electric organ
With one too many manuals for my comfort
And I'm still relying upon the grace of whatever god might exist
To find the notes that I'm supposed to
Play with my feet
I hope that someday, I too, will be redeemed
I hope that someday, I too, will be redeemed.