Strangely Shaped by Fathers - The Day I Write That Song

Every summer, every weekend, every fucking night
I tell myself today's the day
The day I write that song
The one that starts the album
The one I'm gonna write myself
Because I can come to terms with the fact the band went to the morticians
While I teach kids at the academy
But I won't come to terms with that's it
When I still have something to say
Even if I don't quite know what it is
Because sometimes feelings are too big to condense
And you fear garbled words won't make quite enough sense
Or, worse, will be met with indifference
And I'm only just one guy
Who can barely play a bass guitar
So who am I?
To write an album when I can't even read music?
Just been banging these same four strings since '96
An old dog with no brand-new tricks
Still tuned badly in open E
The way my best friend once showed me
Because that's what his dad taught him
And we're all so strangely shaped by fathers
Even when they're not our own
When your dad's not around
Because he'd rather be fucking around
You make do with what you can
So Every summer, every weekend, every fucking night
I tell myself today's the day
The day I write that song
The one that starts the album
The one I'm gonna write myself

Written by:
Dan McKee

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