Song of the Day #901: ‘Martha’ – Rufus Wainwright

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Rufus Wainwright released his most straight-forward and personal album this year. Titled All Days Are Nights: Songs For Lulu, it featured just vocals and piano on a series of ballads inspired by the illness of his mother (who died shortly before the album’s release).

It’s a touching and contemplative work, though it doesn’t represent what I love best about Wainwright. I’m drawn to his brash theatricality and the way he blends horns, strings, choirs, banjos, you name it, into his complex compositions. On this album he leaves his bag of tricks behind, which is effective in its own way but not as much fun.

My favorite track from All Days Are Nights is ‘Martha,’ one of the only songs to directly address his mother’s illness. It takes the form of an answering machine message left for his sister Martha.

The first two verses capture shifting relationships in the wake of a parent’s sickness. “Neither of us is really that much older than each other anymore,” he says, alluding perhaps to a childhood when the older sibling sometimes played guardian. Addressing his strained relationship with their father Loudon, Rufus says “there’s not much time for us to really be that angry at each other anymore.”

The second two verses are more intriguing and I’m not entirely sure when to make of them. My take is that they describe life going on despite the coming absence of their mother.

Martha it’s your brother calling
Time to go up north and see mother
Things are harder for her now
And neither of us is really that much older than each other
Anymore

Martha it’s your brother calling
Have you had a chance to see father?
Wondering how he’s doing and
There’s not much time for us to really be that angry at each other
Anymore

Its your brother calling
Martha
It’s your brother calling
Martha please
Call me back

I know how it goes
You gotta ring
Your little finger
Hit the tree and see what falls
And make the sun come out
On Sunday afternoon

All the while
You heat the plates
And serve a little wine
And wear a hat and make ’em laugh
And forget that there is nobody in the room
Anymore

It’s your brother calling
Martha
It’s your brother calling
Martha please
Call me back

One thought on “Song of the Day #901: ‘Martha’ – Rufus Wainwright

  1. Dana says:

    I suspect the last two verses are memories of his mother, one from childhood, one from her later years.

    Beautiful song. I’m actually far more partial to Rufus when he tones down the theatrics that you seem to favor.

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