Father Father

 

 

Father father in my head

Shall I mourn you now instead?

Father father when you're gone

Will we finally get along?

Get along get along

Who will feed this angry throng

Father father when you're dead

Shall I mourn you now instead

 

Father father who art thou

Who shall feed the holy cow?

When the wife took you to bed

In to break the holy bread

Holy bread, holy bread

Leave those holy words unsaid

Who shall you be when your dead

Shall I mourn you now instead

 

Father father can't you see

Manners do as manners be?

Raise the rod to raise a son,

Who shall clean the holy gun?

Holy gun, holy gun

Whose the only righteous one?

Raise the rod to raise a son,

Who shall clean the holy gun?

 

Will my father father falter?

Will he break me on the altar?

Will he bring the blade upon me

Or will he spill his own blood on me?

Blade upon me blade upon me

Bring it down rightly or wrongly

Will he bring that blade to bear?

Is that a pick ax in his hair?

In his hair in his hair

The burning bush is everywhere

The blade to bring

The braid to wear

Is that a pick ax in his hair?

 

-Delancy St. Ritenhouse Sqaure, Philadlephia 2007

Words and music by Devin Greenwood © 2011 Secret Piney Music

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