Nov 1, 2007

Hey, Son

This, son, is how the world works. The analogies are weak. The days are a repetitious chorus, each important only in shape and in hindsight. The photographs are cold and distant. The prisons are temporary. Everyone comes from the same place, diverges, and dies. Less is more. You get to my age and are supposed to know what to say. Except this is exactly when you know there is nothing to say. There are only bible verses to recite, only notes to sing.

Nancy Elizabeth - Hey Son (mp3) [buy]


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