Nana - MC Lars

You used to send me comics from the Sacramento bee

The ones we didn’t get and they’d show up every week

In an envelope I really hope you knew it meant a lot

Because I really loved bloom county and you never once forgot

Pounding on the keys your piano was my friend

You were laid up in the bedroom I just hoped the pain would end

And your funeral was packed with your family and your friends

The only time I saw my grandpa cry 'cause he could not pretend

It was hard hard to see you go — you helped explain it well

How the doctors had done all they could to kill those cancer cells

«Like Ninja Turtles in your blood» you said, every day we’d pray

But just like in the comics, sometimes shredder got away

I still think about that prayer and the small bronze frame

And the things I must accept and the things that I can change

Passed on your joy on to me, your talent and your faith

Your demons and your pain, your beauty and your strength

Koala on the shelf, Matilda on my back

Coin up in my pocket — and I’m holding onto that

Because Nana was a traveler, a reader and fighter

And Nana was a hero, a healer and a lifer

Koala on the shelf, Matilda on my back

Coin up in my pocket — and I’m holding onto that

Because Nana was mother, a daughter and survivor

And Nana was a hero, a healer and a lifer

I’m doing great these days although I miss you Nana

I pay the bills with music, this fall we play Montana

I’ve found my higher power, it’s raining diamonds daily

And I’m a Daddy now you sent some magic, maybe

I never got to say goodbye this is why I will try

To be the best I can on stage or on the mic

In the classroom on the road it’s just one day at a time

I’m still working on the steps — but yeah you’re always on my mind — Nana

You had the strength of the Technodrome, I won’t forget

You had that the patience of a saint, you’d rarely get upset

You left Australia but I know your heart was back in Sydney

You lost the love of your life in the war so quickly

So much pain and change, you sharpened your katana

Back in Victoria — you found your peace now Nana

I’ll come and visit soon — next time I’m back I promise

Matilda on my back, still waltzing, with that sack of comics

Koala on the shelf, Matilda on my back

Coin up in my pocket — and I’m holding onto that

Because Nana was a traveler, a reader and fighter

And Nana was a hero, a healer and a lifer

Koala on the shelf, Matilda on my back

Coin up in my pocket — and I’m holding onto that

Because Nana was mother, a daughter and survivor

And Nana was a hero, a healer and a lifer

25 words on the wall in the living room

25 words on the wall