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My Father's Face
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This is the part of being a father that nobody talks about and most people don't ever have to.
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In the words of James Taylor, It's me and my guitar. Always in the same mood! Then again, maybe my guitar is just humoring me - sigh -
Just me, I'm an old Folksinger that still plays out once in a blue moon. Thank you for listening to my primitive acoustic songs. I am a retired Army Bandsman, a certified Wall Wacker, and am currently a teacher. Next time I retire I am going back into Folksinging. It's the perfect occupation really, no hope of fame and fortune and definately keeps me humble. Folksinging just naturally makes me a better person I s'pose.
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#11,017 today Peak #168
#946 in subgenre Peak #24
Author
Charles W - T Consaul
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I wrote it, played it and sang it.
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August 18, 2007
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MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 4:05
Story behind the song
Loosely Autobiographical.
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My Father's Face (The Resurrection ) Charles W – T Consaul Musical Interlude 1 I came into your town To get some food and rest the night Very weary from traveling hard I met with a man and inquired of a tavern He looked into my eyes, Cold and hard He said “I know you, You're a killer You're a thief and a man of the night And you've borrowed a name you can lean on awhile Because yours is too tarnished to right You will enter our town and destroy it Take everything that you can But your past finally came back to haunt you You are going to die by my hand” Musical Interlude 2 He pulled out his gun, and I looked down the barrel The sights pointed straight at my heart I raised both my hands, and I waited for the moment As time slowly picked us apart “The man that you want is my father A person I never have met He rode in with a smile and was gone by a mile Long before I was born, I would bet Now I've done nothing more to deserve this Than be born of my mother's disgrace But I know someday I'll have to die for the crime Of wearing my father's face” Musical Interlude 3 Fathers, Take this warning make your life a fruitful one Never fall to the stones of deceit For those stones will surround you And make up your grave stone And will follow at all your son's feet
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