Nov 162013
 

More sonic moonshine.. hope you can dig it :-*

 

This is a song to my late, estranged dad.

 

Music, Words & Video: Simon Gylden. Footage: 1940s USA 8mm film.

Track available from here: Nimbit

 

One, two, you look at you. Seems your face is turning blue

Three, four, still got some more of that good love to go

Five, six, you do the tricks of a belittled lover getting her kicks

Seven, eight, you begin to hate everything about you

 

Hey dad, where are you gonna go now. One, two, you’re out of time

Hey dad, where are you gonna go now. You’re running out of time

 

Nine, ten, but then again, the easy love of an easy friend

Eleven, twelve, still you hate yourself for all the stuff you think

Thirteen, fourteen gallons of gasoline blazing up the music scene

Fifteen, sixteen prom queens buried in your mind

Seventeen, eighteen baked beans stuck in your throat but not a part of your dreams

Nineteen, twenty years ago leaves you feeling low

 

Twenty one, twenty two, nothing left for you. Not the things you say, nor the things you do

Twenty three, twenty four, will get you more of the stuff you want

Twenty five, twenty six, still stuck with the sticks in the mud of your name, in the mud of your wits

Twenty seven, twenty eight, you’re losing your fate. It’s all fading away

 

Hey dad, where are you gonna go now. One, two, you’re out of time

Hey dad, where are you gonna go now. You’re running out of time

 

Twenty nine, thirty, dirty thirty, dirty pumpkin, thirty something

Thirty one, thirty two, without a clue and still all on your own

Thirty three, thirty four, still left in the store, no big love left to explore

Thirty fix, thirty six, groping those twigs that one last time

Thirty seven, thirty eight, it’s much too late, you’d better hurry, you cannot wait

Thirty nine, fourty, you’re out of time

 

Hey dad, where are you gonna go now. One, two, you’re out of time

Hey dad, where are you gonna go now. You’re running out of time