Post by DavidMc on Sept 23, 2006 5:36:02 GMT -6
Song For My Father.
He came striding through the mist
With his psyche ripped and torn
He said Son I bear some news for you
In a moment you will be born
And so it came to pass
That I came spinning into life
The one begotten son
Of a man without a wife
Many years would pass
Before my father found his bride
And then I knew for certain
There was no where left to hide
David this is your father
John Raymond this is your son
The actors had assembled
The drama had begun
So we lived alone together
For a brief and halcyon time
Until the beast came knocking
Back in nineteen sixty nine
And the beast had many talents
In the arts of physic pain
As nights I fled through city streets
With his madness in by brain
Where I cowered under bridges
trying to discover
Why I was such a frightened child
Who could not protect his mother
Then I crept back to the silence
That I learned to fear so well
With my sleeping father screaming
As he descended into hell
My conscious turned to murder
Maybe a pillow across the face
But my soul was not yet ready
For such a soft embrace
Much later he came striding
Breathing fire through the air
And blinded by impotence
I came springing from my chair
Man and son together
Joined by fist and face
And as history would reveal
Their first and last embrace
Bones can mend so easily
But thoughts and dreams persist
And they can strike you unaware
Like the hammer of a fist
The Spanish light is dawning
As these memories carousel
And my father comes out striding
From a place he knows so well
He says:
“Son I was mistaken but this I always knew
And though I tangoed with the devil
I danced with Jesus sometimes too.”
Father I forgive you.
He came striding through the mist
With his psyche ripped and torn
He said Son I bear some news for you
In a moment you will be born
And so it came to pass
That I came spinning into life
The one begotten son
Of a man without a wife
Many years would pass
Before my father found his bride
And then I knew for certain
There was no where left to hide
David this is your father
John Raymond this is your son
The actors had assembled
The drama had begun
So we lived alone together
For a brief and halcyon time
Until the beast came knocking
Back in nineteen sixty nine
And the beast had many talents
In the arts of physic pain
As nights I fled through city streets
With his madness in by brain
Where I cowered under bridges
trying to discover
Why I was such a frightened child
Who could not protect his mother
Then I crept back to the silence
That I learned to fear so well
With my sleeping father screaming
As he descended into hell
My conscious turned to murder
Maybe a pillow across the face
But my soul was not yet ready
For such a soft embrace
Much later he came striding
Breathing fire through the air
And blinded by impotence
I came springing from my chair
Man and son together
Joined by fist and face
And as history would reveal
Their first and last embrace
Bones can mend so easily
But thoughts and dreams persist
And they can strike you unaware
Like the hammer of a fist
The Spanish light is dawning
As these memories carousel
And my father comes out striding
From a place he knows so well
He says:
“Son I was mistaken but this I always knew
And though I tangoed with the devil
I danced with Jesus sometimes too.”
Father I forgive you.
