These are painstaking efforts to conceal myself. What are you trying to hide? Only every true color and reason I lie. Oh...That sounds exhausting… Yea it is and I could sure use some help. How can I be of service? Be a mirror, reflecting every reason I can't see myself. I can surely do that. No comfort found in truth. Antisocial efforts to dodge the sleuth. I'll keep one eye on the prize, while other watches my backside. I know What's right. Compelled to connive. So I'll take What's not mine, pretend kind and feel fine. The sins of the father, visited upon the many. Let all those who cross my path know my pain. The vacant fatherhood is a detestable stain; his absence finds a boy bound headlong for machismo. The unripe man of the house is clumsy in these new clown shoes. The weight of the world placed on such young shoulders, a prelude to buckled knees and a shattered spine, yet the devious youth has been produce, the choices he has made have been made under pressures previously undreamed of in young nightmares. Sweet dreams my son.
credits
from While Your Hand was Broken,
released December 31, 2014
D. Peterson: vocal, guitar, drums
J. Dandurand: electric bass guitar
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