It’s father day weekend and an unintentional touch of gloom kind of settled in this morning. I’d like to think that it’s partly due to a frustration with an ever bothering back issue as well as a touch of reflection about my dad.
In 2015, Butch Walker released an album called Afraid of Ghosts. It was a year in the making and was written in the year following his fathers death from cancer.
The second to last song is called Father’s Day and I probably listened to it 200 times before my dad died and a thousand more since. I’m just going to paste the lyrics and send my best to those of you who are dad less this weekend.
A link to the album is here. I suggest the whole thing.
#hugsandhi5s
Father's Day
Butch Walker
The 15th of June
Came tumbling through the door
Your bedroom smelled like your cologne
I was laying on the floor
A thief in the middle of the night
If the night came to stay
I feel the walls go rumbling
Like the sound of your name
So here I am
All bittersweet and dirty feet
Runnin as fast as they can
Where do I go
Without you
Heaven only knows
Girls out on the corner
Smoking cigarettes
Ashes in the breeze blowing in their hair
Like something else to forget
Follow them down with your eyes
Til the covers slide off your face
I got this lack of motivation
Moving me all over the place
Here I am
All bittersweet and dirty feet
Runnin as fast as they can
Where do I go
Without you
Heaven only knows
Sunday morning, Father's Day
The first without my dad
As I look into my little boy's eyes
It takes all I have
Not to break down right in front of him when he smiles at me
You don't become a man
Until you lose your dad, you see
