Rose K.
Rasputina Lyrics

She doesn't know the man
The woman in the wheelchair doesn't recognize the person pushing her

Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand
Someone is attempting to push the woman in her wheelchair while at the beach

She just looks out to sea
The woman chooses to gaze at the ocean instead of engaging with her companion

He's talking endlessly
The person pushing the wheelchair continues to talk without any interruption

Oh, why won't he shut up
The woman is growing annoyed with the person's incessant chatter

I take my medicine
The woman has to take medication to manage her condition

I crush the paper cup
She crushes the disposable cup that held her medication

Oh, maybe he's my son
The woman realizes that the person pushing her could be her child

And he's come to set me free
She wonders if her son is taking her to the beach to release her from her illness

She knows that she forgot
The woman acknowledges that she has lost her memory

That there's a story, and she
Although she cannot remember the plot of the story, she knows there is one

Can't recall the plot
She doesn't remember the details of the story

Of course her family fought
She remembers that there was conflict in her family

Over the furniture
The conflict was likely over property and belongings

Oh I don't know why they
She is unsure why her family took away her possessions

Have taken all my favorite things away
Her family members removed her belongings that she cherished

But one thing, that's for sure
The only thing she's certain of is that her things are gone

I don't know what they were
She can no longer remember the specifics of her possessions

They say a stone is a marker
The woman ponders the qualities of a rock

And that it has weight
She notes that stones have measurable mass

They say it's solid
Traditionally, rocks are considered solid objects

But it can deteriorate
However, even rocks can deteriorate over time

The air is like a hand
The woman perceives the breeze as a tactile sensation

Reminding her of all the things she's planned
The breeze serves as a trigger for her to remember plans she once made

Like air that thought is gone
Similar to the airflow, her ideas and thoughts have departed

Never to come again
She will never be able to retrieve those thoughts

We came out to the beach
The pair arrived at the beach for a specific reason

To find the mind I've lost, and cannot reach
The goal of their excursion is to locate the woman's lucidity

I used to keep it here
The woman associates her mental acuity with the beach

It was much cleaner then
When she had her full mental capacity, she recalls the beach being tidier

They say a rose is a flower
Another example the woman ponders is the meaning of a rose

And that it is red
Roses are traditionally depicted as red flowers

It blooms, it grows, it wilts
The rose goes through stages of growth, blossoming, and eventual decay

And then it's dead
The rose's life cycle ends in death

Oh, Rose Kennedy
The woman brings up the historical figure Rose Kennedy as another ponderance