Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Father's Day, artist - Jesu. Album song Jesu/Sun Kil Moon, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 21.01.2016
Record label: Caldo Verde, Rough Trade
Song language: English
Father's Day |
I rehearsed today down in the bay |
With a bunch of singers |
And a string section, too |
Came home in the afternoon, sunk into my chair |
Took in the sun, thinking about what a friend said |
About bullshit versus more important issues |
The doors all started buzzing |
Caroline went downstairs, and a crackhead fled |
Two FedEx packages were ripped to shreds |
She filed a report and I called the building manager |
And let her know, and the next morning |
A neighbor came over |
And we talked it over |
We went to bed |
Turned on CNN |
In South Carolina |
Nine were shot dead |
The killer looks like a little boy |
And not a man, so tonight |
I can’t address nothing else that’s happening |
Friday was the show |
With Chuck and Steph |
Last night was a fight with Andre Ward |
And an overweight Paul Smith |
A piece of Smith’s face went flying |
In the ninth round |
The ref stepped in, and the noise from the crowd |
Was so intense, cause Steph Curry was in the house |
And today is |
Father’s Day |
Called my dad |
And he sounded okay |
Told him I was recording |
But that on Wednesday |
Gonna go pull fish from the ocean, have a cookout |
With Caroline in a brand new kitchen |
Oh, today is |
Father’s Day |
Just talked with my dad |
And he’s doing okay |
And his girlfriend went to lunch |
That’s all he needs, he’s eighty-one |
He’s a simple man and full of love |
And I miss him a bunch |
Oh, today is |
Father’s Day |
Called my dad, and I’m so happy |
That I can say |
That after years of struggle |
He’s one of my best friends |
No matter what his faults |
I will always love that man |
And it’s Tuesday |
And I’m dueting with Rachel |
She’s penned down, and so is Neil, and so is Justin |
Maybe they’re on to something |
What is next? |
And when will I face death? |
Do I want kids? |
We both think «no» |
But I hear them laughing on the playground at school |
And I think about life |
With all its pain and hurdles |
I still love lily pads at the top of the pond |
And the painted turtles |
And I love Cat Stevens |
And Neil Young’s songs |
And I love Owen Ashworth’s music |
When we’re driving along |
And I think about life |
With all its spewing venom |
And I still love playing, that’s getting up |
On stage and entertaining |
I look to the sky |
And all of its beautiful shades of blue |
And I’m so happy to pass through these places |
That have led me to you |
Will I ever hear people say |
Happy Father’s Day |
Will I ever hear people say |
Happy Father’s Day |
Got the money, got the space |
Got the right girl, everything’s in place |
Will there ever be our kid out there |
On the playground, laughing and playing |
For half of my life |
That playground |
Has been my |
Very favorite sound |
They wake me in the morning |
Then in the afternoon |
I write music to the sound of them |
During their after school programs in my living room |
This morning, my world |
Was so strange and quiet |
Walked on the marina for exercise |
I’ve been trying to maintain some kind of diet |
My sister said my father’s |
Skin is getting dry, that his hands are black and blue |
Like my grandfather’s was |
When I was five |
I’m going to meet Caroline |
Down the road for Chinese |
We’ll go to the new hospital over there |
And the cat still sleeps at the fish market across the street |
And here we are, back in my room |
Watching a movie on TV |
And I’m looking for the picture of my sister’s kids in a garden |
And it’s gotten me thinking |