19 março 2015







um dia escreverei aqui qualquer coisa sobre a música de mark kozelek 
(que, a par de bill callahan e kurt wagner, completa o meu trio de "americanos tranquilos"). 
mas hoje só quero dizer: um dia feliz, pai (i love my dad).



when i was young my father taught me not to gloat
if i came home too proud of myself i’d get wrestled to the floor and choked
but i forgive him for that
he was an 8th grade drop-out and i was bein’ a brat
i forgive him i do
i know that he loves me and he knows i love him too

when i was young my father told me to each his own
the lady said as she kissed the cow some like the fiddle some like the trombone
and i live by that rule
your trip is your trip and my trip is my trip too
yeah, i'll mind my own business
i’ll have an o’doul’s and my friend here will have a guiness

i love my dad

your kid goes to the private berkeley school with one black kid
my kid goes to the public school came home with cracked ribs
and when my kid's 18
he'll be out there like i was and probably chasing his dreams
and when your kid's 22
he'll have an internship at a law firm and hey that's okay too

when i was 5 i came home from kindergarten crying cause they sat me
next to an albino my dad said son everyone's different, you gotta love em all equally
and then my dad sat me down
he said you gotta love all people pink red black or brown
and then just after dinner he played me
the album they only come out at night by edgar winter

when i was young my dad taught me the beauty of patience
we'd go and hang with his friend billy brislin all day in his steubenville basement
we'd watch wrestling matches on tv and billy couldn't move cause he was handicapped
and i learned to shoot the shit and how to care for those in need and how to show respect

when i was a kid my dad brought home a guitar he got from sears
i took lessons from the neighbor lady but it wasn't going anywhere
he went and got me a good teacher
and in no time at all i was getting better
i can play just fine
i still practice a lot but not as much as nels cline

when i was young my dad told me to pay gossip no mind
when people talk bad on you you gotta flick it off your shoulder like a fly
learn to pick your punches
don't get in no tussles or no dead end ditches
life is short young man
get out there and make the best of it while you can

i ain't trying to say my dad was some kind of a perfect saint
when something set him off i’d hit the floor quicker than what mike tyson did to ricky spain
i’d hit the floor so fast
but that was so long ago and we both moved past
my life is pretty good
and i owe it to him my dad did the best he could

i love you dad







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