When I’m Dead – Knot

    I believe we all have our own heavens. Mine is quite simple, as simple as summer in the country, ocean waves rolling onto a pebble beach, a cup of tea, the sense of belonging. Perhaps ironically, this song celebrates life in its simplicity. It celebrates the ability to notice all the little things that make my existence worthwhile. And that all these little things are much more powerful than death. And that love conquers all. As simple as that.

    Iweta Kulczycka

    Lovely video footage by Beachfront B-roll (www.beachfrontbroll.com, www.youtube.com/c/Beachfrontbroll).

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    Lyrics:

    The sun’s shining gently through the clouds
    What a lovely day to say goodbye
    The birds’re giving us all they have
    So when you think of me, don’t ask why.
    Just smile your crooked smile to me
    Of that I’ll never have enough
    And leave our dear Almighty be
    She is quite busy with other stuff.

    And please, don’t bring me roses when I’m dead.
    Please, bring me daisies instead.

    With her chubby cheeks and teethless lips
    Her omnipotent hands at work
    She’s building a home for me just for me,
    with a garden where heavenly creatures lurk.
    With bees buzzing in the air
    Unicorns grazing nearby
    Look around at all the flowers rare
    Look at the star-studded sky.

    So please, don’t bring me roses when I’m dead.
    Please, bring me daisies instead.

    And when finally your days are long gone
    Will you pop in to say hello?
    I will put my heavenly kettle on
    And I will never, never let you go.
    You’ll smile your crooked smile to me
    We will then sing our own true song
    And even the chubby Almighty will see
    this is where we both belong.

    So please, don’t bring me roses when I’m dead.
    Please, bring me daisies instead.

    Let her giggle, let her laugh,
    Let her torment the world below
    Let her play with human hearts
    And watch the star dust’s sparkling glow.
    We will be happy in our home
    Warm and cosy in our bed
    Don’t bring me roses when I’m dead.
    Please, bring me daisies instead.

    So please, don’t bring me roses when I’m dead.
    Please, bring me daisies instead.