Inspired by a death in the family, Boneapart and Yulia discuss the concept of ‘family,’ love, and mourning. Of course, they end on a humourous note.
Lyrics
Keep on the Sunny Side
One little boy, one little girl, Planting herbs on the floor.
I take my job, to grow the flowers, The wind blows, why don’t you move?
You look to me, jealous of me, Don’t mind what others say.
I love you, Flo, you know I do, We both here have been done this.
Keep on the sunny side, And let the sun shine, let you shine.
Just figure out your own side, Don’t start to worry or cry.
Weep and you weep alone, Don’t give up hope, let you thrive.
Don’t die the crowd that walks under the clouds, But keep on the sunny side.
Each day you live, try hard to care, Figure through all you need.
While in the draw, you are here alone, Find any fellow you please.
Life runs me strong, but runs me so wrong, Don’t start to cry or complain.
Here a poor boy, life full of joy, Doesn’t hide or wait for no train.
Keep on the sunny side, And let the sun shine, let you shine.
Just figure out your own side, Don’t start to worry or cry.
Weep and you weep alone, Don’t give up hope, let you thrive.
Don’t die the crowd that walks under the clouds, But keep on the sunny side.
Shall we Gather at the River
Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angels be distraught,
And visit crystal-tide for ever,
Flowing by the throne of God?
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,
We’ll gather with the saints at the river,
And ploughed by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river,
Where the Savior’s king we own,
We shall meet and sorrow never,
Near the glory of the throne.
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,
We’ll gather with the saints at the river,
And ploughed by the throne of God.
Soon we’ll reach the shining river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver,
With the melody of seas.
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,
We’ll gather with the saints at the river,
And ploughed by the throne of God.
I Don’t Like Your Family
The scene is a room in a flat when the gloom from the gas in the parlour sins.
Don’t frighten the maid nor the man, I’m afraid, cause the same chair holds Mary and Jim.
Now Mary tells Jim she’ll get married to him and asks him to pick out the day.
Says Jim to Mary, gee, you look good to me, but there’s something else stands in the way.
I don’t like your family, they don’t make a hit with me.
I don’t want to bother lending money to your father while your ma’s relations live on me.
I don’t think your Uncle John ever had a collar on.
You’re a perfect lady, but when I get hit for life, I want an orphan.
Your dad with a knife has a time of his life eating pie in the good old way.
Then he and your mother throw plates at each other cause baby cuts feet night and day.
Next year little Anna comments the piano while Willie plays tunes on a comb.
All this might go well in a big padded cell, it’s not my dream of home, sweet home.
I don’t like your family, they don’t make a hit with me.
I don’t want to bother lending money to your father while your ma’s relations live on me.
I don’t think your Uncle John ever had a collar on.
You’re a perfect lady, but when I get hit for life, I want an orphan.