Goodby Uncle Buzz

I was just fifteen, at my cousins - we were playingWhen we found Uncle Buzz dead in the basementDad shut the door and no one said that word - that wordWe found a note that he wrote on the mantleAnd I felt like shit 'cause I wanted his pianoBut I got his records and his arch-top Kay guitarGoodbye Uncle Buzz I know I should've criedBut I couldn't just becauseGoodbye Uncle Buzz everything's coveredBut nothing's what is wasNothing's what it was - nothing's what it wasThe paper said he died from hypertensionAnd the word, 'suicide' - was never mentionedMom said it was his heartI guess it was in a way - in a wayI played his records on our Sears turntableHeard Billie Holiday, Sam Cooke, and Mavis StaplesAnd I tried his old guitarBut it wasn't what the Beatles played anywayGoodbye Uncle Buzz I know I should've criedBut I couldn't just becauseGoodbye Uncle Buzz everything's coveredBut nothing's what is wasNothing's what it was - nothing's what it wasIt was ten years later met my cousins at the stationBut nobody said a word about the basementThough everybody there had a drop of Uncle Buzz in our bloodAnd now and then I find I think about my uncleAnd our mothers and our fathers and our secrets in the basementAnd the children in the dark, the children in the darkThe children in the dark, the children in the darkGoodbye Uncle Buzz I know I should've criedBut I couldn't just becauseGoodbye Uncle Buzz everything's coveredBut nothing's what is wasNothing's what it was - nothing's what it was