Thursday, November 17, 2011

NightMary

He lived down by
the south side of the wind
he lived at 51st & Union
he worked at the gas station three doors down
she lived upstairs in those apartments
and one day she saw him run on by
being chased by hounds of women
and when he passed he looked up and said

Oh Mary wont you save me
Oh Mary wont you save me
Oh Mary wont you save me
From all those other
Girls

10 years apart didn't change his heart
he knew he was in love with her
but when his mama found
she said look at me son
 boy you better not let her steal my cradle
but he didn't care he would wait all those years
till he walked down to that court house with her
and once he got there he got one one knee and said

Oh Mary wont you save me
Oh Mary wont you save me
Oh Mary wont you save me
From all those other
From all those other
From all those other

And now he goes to bed with a Nightmare
And now he goes to bed with a Nightmare
And now he goes to bed with a Nightmare

Oh Mary wont you save me
Oh Mary wont you save me
Oh Mary wont you save me
From all those other

Oh Mary wont you save me
Oh Mary wont you save me
Oh Mary wont you save me
From all those other
From all those other
From all those other

Nightmary chronicles the story of two young hearts fighting the odds to be with one another in the early 50's. Growing up on the South side of the windy city Marv worked at a gas station pumping gas and servicing cars. Everyday Mary would walk down the street to come visit this hard working man until they came to rely on one another. But Mary wasn't the only woman in Marv's life. The girls chased him down from one end of the block to the next, but Mary still held a special place in his heart. So he asked her to save him from all these other girls chasing after him. Just as there relationship began to flourish though and Marv found himself ready to pop the question his mom caught wind. Marv and Mary were close to ten years apart, so when Marv's momma heard she forbid him to continue seeing her. So Marv waited. He waited till he was of age and could marry without the consent of his guardians. So as they walked down to the court house to get their marriage licences whispers of a cradle robber were passed between neighbors. But their love was stronger than any spoken word or dirty look and they followed through with their plans. Now closing in on their 55th anniversary Marv sat down with his grandson and told him of his past. Marv was on his deathbed, fighting the cancer that had been in him for almost a decade, and with not much time left recanted his life. Touched by the openness his grandson was moved to compose a song declaring the love his grandparents shared. In between stories he snuck away to scratch out their passion. and after a weekend alone with them shared his final work. As he finished with the last triumphant strum he looked to find both his grandparents in tears. Marv asked the boy to record the song for him as soon as he could but when he returned home he found himself lethargic to the idea of going out and recording. so he blew it off. Over and over again he pushed the task aside, avoid it at all cost, until he caught wind of his grandfathers state. with the threat of his death in the air he recorded as fast as he could. With a single track on the disc he sent it out in hopes it would reach his grandfather in time. Two weeks later the boy jumped into his car after a long day at work and prepared to drive home. As he began to pull out of the parking lot he received a call. It was his father telling him his grandpa had just passed. He froze in this moment. Numb to all feeling. As the shaken voice on the other side of the line continued he came to learn that in his final moments his grandfather was not responsive. but as the family watched him sliding away they put on the song the boy had written. An otherwise unresponsive Marv then smiled and mouthed the words as he slipped into his final rest. Tears filled the boys eyes at hearing this. pulling the car onto the shoulder he sat there and wept. And the only thought to come to his head was the last thing his grandfather had said "every night i go to bed with a nightmare. you know that?" then turning away he yelled to his wife "Night Mare".