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Dad
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Utwór Dad został wydany 7 kwietnia 2022 przez High Focus Records jako część albumu POST SLEEP
Data wydania7 kwietnia 2022
WytwórniaHigh Focus Records
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?
All your life you've never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?
It was the morning of the day that my dad passed away
In the glow of a tropical fish tank I awoke
Five thousand litres of life, my alarm clock
Guppies and shrimp in a cove
Way before sunrise
In distant skies
The outskirts over his home
Unsure what to say, to a man laying in wait
For the doctors to give him the dose
Dreams of speaking at your funeral
Batting back the whisky in the low light of his iPad screen
The screen that shone all night
Playing Fleetwood Mac on loop
And we listened to every line more than once
And ushered new life into old songs
About flesh and fear and sin
Drowning in a sea of love
And he was just like a great dark wing
Within the wings of a storm
It was the morning of the day that my dad passed away
The temperature low
The wind high
The sky overcast
Overweight squirrels swing on the porch
His chair sat clean and unused
And all was calm in the galaxy he inhabited
The same as ours but different
Soon, sun shone
A faint translucence spread
Revealing the order of the day
A waiting game
Losing the greatest man alive to MND
Thinking back to Papworth when he was 50-50
But just pulled through
I wondered where you were and did you get home safe
You typed and we replied with more than a thousand kisses
A legacy luminous and broad but sore from head to toe
But still cracking jokes
A comic book hero to his kids and their friends
A hero to the Colts at the football club
Leading ultra-complex stretch routines
Even though our supple muscles didn't need stretching
Sergeant Ted Hawkins, number 552
Tales of hanging out the passenger side window
And lassoing runaway horses on the motorway
At breakneck speeds over tea
Putting greyhounds out of their misery
With the butt-ends of shovels
Picking us up in his patrol car
And heaving us to Wantalbury
To eat sandwiches under the trees
It was the evening after the day that my dad passed away
Tottenham lost to Leicester at the KP
And I found it tragic that I could not drop him a message
So we could share in the glee of the Scum taking another L
It was the week before the day that my dad passed away
I walked forty-seven miles in deepest night
Trying to process it all
That one day, someday, soon, he'd be gone
It was the morning of the day that my dad passed away
They handed us your possessions in two branded duffel bags
And I still wear your fleece gilet
It was the morning after the day that my dad passed away
I awoke and started writing this note
Written by: Ben Kingsbury, Thomas Hawkins

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