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  • So we start with my father as a boy
    Barely spoke a word of English
    Fell in love from a distance
    He watched her working from the back fence
    He learned some words
    And some clever turns of phrase
    From his father’s book of poets
    She wasn’t taken in that instant
    But grew impressed with his persistence
    They met each other out by moonlight
    Made love in the nearby woods
    Then the folks became suspicious
    When her cycle broken so young (?)【?】
    They stole away without their goodbyes
    Got married in a foreign town
    Made their way as best as they could
    Found jobs and settled down
    And then time moved on
    I was born in a river of blood
    On sheets from the wedding day
    The room was dark and the stench was thick
    My father couldn’t stand the smell of it
    Mama died in the night cos the nearest
    Doctor couldn’t stem the blood loss
    Father cried out on the back porch
    My sister held me at the neighbor’s house
    Oh my, there was a storm then
    It was a flood of a different kind
    Father’s eyes were often vacant
    But his hands were rarely quiet
    Sister learned to take her hits well
    Both from life and the physical kind
    But I was never one to lie down
    Despite who picked the fight
    So we designed our hells
    Father turned into a drinker
    A dark bastard with a wooden heart
    Sister learned to be a mother
    Before she’d ever played another part
    And I became a little terror
    I lashed out at whatever’s around
    Took some time before I settled
    And found a mind that was somewhat sound
    And as it always does
    Time rushed on
    Six years later father died in the very same bedroom
    Many said it was the grief that did it
    I have to say it’s cos he hung himself
    To be honest neither sister or myself
    Ever much regret his passin’
    But I admit it was a nice thing
    To always know that we could feed ourselves
  • [00:55.42]So we start with my father as a boy
    [00:59.54]Barely spoke a word of English
    [01:01.87]Fell in love from a distance
    [01:03.80]He watched her working from the back fence
    [01:07.03]He learned some words
    [01:08.33]And some clever turns of phrase
    [01:10.28]From his father’s book of poets
    [01:13.16]She wasn’t taken in that instant
    [01:15.92]But grew impressed with his persistence
    [01:19.36]They met each other out by moonlight
    [01:22.10]Made love in the nearby woods
    [01:25.16]Then the folks became suspicious
    [01:28.04]When her cycle broken so young (?)【?】
    [01:30.60]They stole away without their goodbyes
    [01:33.43]Got married in a foreign town
    [01:36.84]Made their way as best as they could
    [01:39.70]Found jobs and settled down
    [01:44.04]And then time moved on
    [02:12.19]I was born in a river of blood
    [02:14.99]On sheets from the wedding day
    [02:17.82]The room was dark and the stench was thick
    [02:20.72]My father couldn’t stand the smell of it
    [02:23.61]Mama died in the night cos the nearest
    [02:26.90]Doctor couldn’t stem the blood loss
    [02:29.54]Father cried out on the back porch
    [02:32.27]My sister held me at the neighbor’s house
    [02:35.50]Oh my, there was a storm then
    [02:37.89]It was a flood of a different kind
    [02:41.20]Father’s eyes were often vacant
    [02:44.13]But his hands were rarely quiet
    [02:47.01]Sister learned to take her hits well
    [02:49.87]Both from life and the physical kind
    [02:52.88]But I was never one to lie down
    [02:55.93]Despite who picked the fight
    [02:58.75]So we designed our hells
    [03:29.34]Father turned into a drinker
    [03:31.80]A dark bastard with a wooden heart
    [03:34.67]Sister learned to be a mother
    [03:37.57]Before she’d ever played another part
    [03:40.56]And I became a little terror
    [03:43.43]I lashed out at whatever’s around
    [03:46.43]Took some time before I settled
    [03:49.30]And found a mind that was somewhat sound
    [03:52.40]And as it always does
    [03:56.84]Time rushed on
    [04:09.85]Six years later father died in the very same bedroom
    [04:15.66]Many said it was the grief that did it
    [04:18.60]I have to say it’s cos he hung himself
    [04:21.51]To be honest neither sister or myself
    [04:24.69]Ever much regret his passin’
    [04:27.32]But I admit it was a nice thing
    [04:30.43]To always know that we could feed ourselves