My Grandfather, The Cubist - Joy Electric

Oh-a-oh My Grandfather, the cubist

I’m the seventh son,

born to sons of ideals

Oh-a-oh My grandfather, the cubist

I’m the daughter born

To the sons of ideas

My grandfather, the cubist

An ageless countenance

in the midst of our times

A voice among the great icons

A force felt like a wind

on my generation