She's Back (The Absent Father)
An anthem of a divorced father and his little girl. Too little, too late... (Test track for bkg. vox, etc.)
Heavy-handed acoustic guitar rock, with shades of John Hiatt-esque vocals (I've been told).
Hullo Folks,
Just beginning to cobble this page together, so bear with me.
Being a lyric-lover, I attempt to put as much thought into that portion of tunage as musical arrangements. Judge for yourself if that is successful or not. ;o)
I think you'll find most of my songs to be of an "Americana" type in general flow. I do like songs with forward momentum, but an occasional ballad will sneak in from time to time.
Working on album #2 (Strange Spaces) in slow stages, but we'll get there! Mo' later...
Story behind the song
Don't neglect the most precious entity ever; the kids. They may need to know you love them some day.
Personnel:
Ozone Pete- 6 & 12 string guitars; elec. guitar; vox; glockenspeil; percussion
Jay Johnson- Lead guitar
Jim Fogarty- Drums; bass; piano; percussion
Tom Haynes- Organ
Lyrics
She's Back (The Absent Father)
I drove down to the precinct station;
It was a desolate, dirty day and the sky was leaking;
Oh my precious, darling daughter;
I couldn't bear to hear the hateful words that you were speaking.
In you haunted, hollow eyes, I saw a demon fly (and she was dancing).
On a ruby-painted spear, she impaled your happy years (she was so entrancing).
I cut the check and signed the forms, thinking of your wasted arms, and broken doors;
When you spat the word "Father" like a curse, you saw past your raging thirst to the guilt and terror that I wore...
She's back, on the streets again;
Should I call my lawyer friend?;
Is it too late to send a greeting; or a warning; birthday kisses; one more morning?
Oh, it's the end....
Ev'ry absent father knows, that the love of a mother flows unceasingly;
And I had always thought, that the fractured time I'd bought would bring some peace in me...
But, oh, not so... oh it's the end...
I drove down to the county morgue;
It was a blighted, blinding night and the sky was falling.
I saw a spectre of yourself,
Clothed in rosy, glowing health, and I heard it calling.
"Father why'd you leave me here, in this bitter house of tears, where love had died?"
I answered, "Dad will always be, right here when you're needing me", but I lied.
There beyond the glass where hist'ry ends, I looked down and tried to pretend, that you were sleeping;
Prayers to Father Death and Tortured Son sprang to my lips, but you were gone beyond my keeping...
She's back; from the streets again;
No need to call my lawyer friend;
Yes, it's too late to send a greeting; or a warning; birthday kisses; just one more morning...
Oh, it's the end...
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