#87 (of 365) "I Ain't Around Much" Frog Eyes

My number 1 favorite song of 2015, at least back in 2015, this is the culmination of an album dedicated to the loss of Carey Mercer's father, while he himself was recovering from cancer. My father is still with us, at 81, and he's suffered quite a few health scares in the past five years, and I have had my own in the past year, for the first time in my life, and it's all quite... devastating. It's really tough to put into words, even for a writer. For grief is something we hold tight to our chests, where our hearts are, and where the pain of loss grows so strong. I hope it's a long way off. And I hope for my partner, it's a much much longer way off for me. But I think I might listen to this song on that day. And cry.

You shall mutter my, my name.
And then regain.
The composure.
Of the man that I love.

And you will climb with your son
Up on the ragged mountain's path
Oh, it's a beggar's dusty train.
And sleep on boulder beds
Quell your own damn wrath
And think of ways to trade your name
You light a fire for the girls, light a fire for the girls
Singing "sharpen your knife"
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And tell 'em tales from your wicked life
Tell 'em the march of that face
Searching for the greater man
And the only way to love, 
Is to take me in.

....

You may return to your families
You may never understand, you may never understand
That I just wanted to hear
Oh-oh-oh the sound oh the sound
Of their father, saying goodbye.

"I Ain't Around Much" - Frog Eyes // Pickpocket's Locket (2015)