I was raining. I played my ebony baritone ukulele and sang this song by Kimya Dawson. Laurie added harmonies over. I made the drawings in a cold room that smelled of disinfectant. When I looked in the mirror later, I saw an eyelash on my face.
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Monday 19 September 2022
There's Someone Outside My Door
I got inspired to write this song after reading a short story about an old lady who kept hearing voices outside her flat, often to find out that there was no one there. This started to happen after the death of her husband. One day, however, there WAS someone outside her door....
There's Someone Outside My Door by Sia Joo Hiang, 2015
There' someone outside my door
There's someone outside my door
Always at night, since my baby's gone.
I can hear his heavy footfalls
I can hear his heavy footfalls
There's someone outside my door.
My neighbours, they like to whisper
My neighbours like to whisper
They say: There's no one outside her door.
The police boy gave me a look
The police boy gave me a look
It said: It must be DEMENTIA.
My children, they all think that I am mad
My children all think that I am mad
They say: It's time to call the doctor!
I may be old, but I am not mad.
All my teeth have fallen out, but I am not mad.
I am telling you, there's someone outside my door!
There's someone outside my door
There's someone outside my door
Right now, outside my door!
I played concert ukulele and sang, and made the illustrations using ink with brush, and pen.
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