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I was an old man at twenty-four as I held my mother’s hand and helplessly watched her die. My father was long dead, all my grandparents were dead. She was the last one.

My first Baby Girl was born less than a year later. That Baby Girl is now only a few short months from turning fifteen. When I make the trip to my mother’s grave each year on the anniversary of her death, I still tell her how proud she’d be of all her granddaughters, and how we all missed out by not having her around to spoil them.

She also, as all mothers do, played a major role in the construction of my Wall.

This morning at work I found myself in a peculiar mood (I’m prone to them), and heard myself singing Mother by Pink Floyd under my breath. It stayed on my mind for hours, and I’d randomly ask someone if I should trust the government, if it was all just a waste of time, if they thought they’d try to break my balls, or whatever. It occurred to me to blog the lyrics of Mother, just because I can. But I decided against it. No good reason.

Then tonight I had dinner with a wonderful young lady (home-cooked, no less). As I left her apartment complex, I flipped on the radio. It was on the “modern rock” station (which plays Head-Banging music and for which Nookie is a mellow oldie), and what did I hear? An acoustic guitar playing a “G” chord, and Roger Waters’ voice singing, “Mother do you think they’ll drop the bomb?”

That’s about as unlikely as it gets, and all the excuse I need. So here y’are:

Mother do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they’ll like this song?
Mother do you think they’ll try to break my balls?
Oooooaah, Mother should I build a wall?

Mother should I run for President?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
Oooooaah, Is it just a waste of time?

Hush, my baby, baby, don’t you cry.
Momma’s gonna make all of your nightmares come true.
Momma’s gonna put all of her fears into you.
Momma’s gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won’t let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Momma’s gonna keep Baby cozy and warm.
Oooo Babe.
Oooo Babe.
Ooo Babe, of course Momma’s gonna help build The Wall.

Mother, do you think she’s good enough,
For me?
Mother, do you think she’s dangerous,
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Oooooaah, Mother will she break my heart?

Hush, my baby, baby, don’t you cry.
Momma’s gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Momma won’t let anyone dirty get through.
Momma’s gonna wait up until you get in.
Momma will always find out where you’ve been.
Momma’s gonna keep Baby healthy and clean.
Oooo Babe.
Oooo Babe.
Ooo Babe, you’ll always be Baby to me.

Mother, did it need to be so high?

   (from The Wall, music & lyrics by Roger Waters)