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All told, grown old
health failing, no doubt of it
Smooth sailing, no more
you're ailing, want out of it
Once strong, King Kong
of family, career & home
Stood tall, now fall-
ing fastly & breaking bones
you're breaking bones
you're breaking bones
This slum- your body
is done, diseased to hell
Oh, Father, these doctors
why can't they just make you well?!
Bike pedal back to brake, you'd yell, "just trust me & hold on, hold on"
Walk up a few steps now, hands on me- I'm yelling the same
Great cook; baker of bread, no loaf had ever seen mold on, mold on
itself or gas left on- what chef want's to confront that shame
Deep down I wanna say
I'm fine today
No matter what the weight
I'll be okay
...Go on, go on
commanding me to live my life- not to dwell on his pain
It's hard to hear the man who rushed in rescue & poured on, poured on
home rubbing alcohol on my knees that bled like the rain
Deep down I wanna say
I'm fine today
No matter what the weight
I'll be okay
I came in plain clothes...plain clothes
(So sudden, it cuts in, leaps up & strikes; takes its toll)
touched your lifeless toes...and nose
(Forever to be felt, a vacant wide gaping hole)
Grandson to none
my children you'll never know
House built in with wife
won't fill in your lack of life
Gift tags; signed cards
your missing name makes it hard
When listing these parts
they quickly open the scars
open the scars
open the scars
One year since passing draws near- mourn out of it
Dad's here, his lasting impression- born out of it
born out of it
born out of it...
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{sonar},
released October 23, 2012
All tracks written, arranged and composed by SATURDAY ASTROLOGY
Alec-Guitar /// Ryan-Drums /// Jim-KeySynths /// Daryl-Vox
All lyrics written by Daryl Doeschner.
All tracks recorded, engineered, mixed and mastered by Ryan O'Donnell.
Additional thanks to Danny Rybar, Eric Paige, The Seaside Lounge, Brandon Carter, Pete Orlanski, David Wilmot, RJ DiBella... and all of our friends and family.
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