Song Title: Yeat’s Grave
Artist: The Cranberries
Age at time of Song Memory : 13, maybe 14
Current Age: 37
Song Memory: Inspired to write this as I read about the untimely death of Dolores O’Riordan today. I got the album No Need to Argue during the earliest part of my teenage years. I think I got it from one of those mail away type “sign up now and get 10 albums for $2” kind of deals back in the 90’s (with those little stamps of the albums that you would pull off and stick to your order form). Anyway, I listened the heck out of this album. Zombie was the popular radio song at the time, but I really loved the whole album, front to back. I recall Yeat’s Grave in particular as a song that stood out – no real reason why, but it is one that I still know and occasionally catch myself singing to this day. When I do, I think of riding the school bus, headphones firmly on my ears, drowning out the rest of the bus world. For some reason I always think of darker, grey mornings. Perhaps it is the minor key of the music, the fact that the lyrics mention a guy’s grave, etc. But I can just see the forrest of my old bus route whizzing by in a grey brown haze of tree trunks and dead leaves (maybe I listened a lot during the fall/winter when I first got this album?). I think of my younger self sitting, knees up, arms folded, rocking back and forth with the road, staring vacantly out the window in the back of the dark bus on numerous dimly lit Fall/Winter mornings, listening to this song on repeat.