It is rare that a person reaches my age and hasn’t experienced grief at some level and probably more than once. I have experienced it, and as writer I have observed it.
That has to be the genesis for “Why Do The Dead Keeping Dying,” in wondering myself where this song came from.
That and the obsessive fascination we have for zombies. Half the TV shows are about zombies – or at least it seems that way — though I have never been a fan of any.
This is not a zombie song, but it could be, I guess.
Part of grief is realizing what a pull the dead have on us. Some more than others.
The afterlife is a great mystery. What form do we assume? What is heaven? Do we get to observe life as it continues on earth? (That to me would be a form of hell.)
To discount the afterlife is to live cynically. You know: this is all an accident and when you die, your dead.
But then, why do the dead keep dying?
The above is just me and my guitar.
Why Do the Dead Keep Dying
Why Do the Dead Keep Dying
Why can’t they just stay gone
Why would you want to crawl back
Into this world a woe
Why Do the Dead Keep Dying
Why do they need to know
Who still grieves for them
And just won’t let go
Why Do the Dead Keep Dying
How could they be so blind
As to think the resurrected
Get a free pass this time
Why Do the Dead Keep Dying
What is it that has been lost
Is it so very precious
As was the blood it costs.
Why Do the Dead Keep Dying
What is it they don’t know
That wasn’t explained last time
they knocked on heaven’s door.
Why Do the Dead Keep Dying
Oh, they’ll never say why
It is as they enjoy the pain
That comes from playing with fire.
Why Do the Dead Keep Dying
Why can’t they leave us alone
Don’t they know we’re all destined
to walk the same lonely road
(bridge):
I went to ask my mother
She just smiled and said
It ain’t some great mystery
Why no one wants to stay in hell.
Why Do the Dead Keep Dying
Why can’t they leave me alone
I want to sleep with an angle
Don’t want to sleep with no ghost(s),
(repeat)