My pops has a terminal illness, his days are short and this song is for him. (The track is a revision of an idea posted recently--second guitar part threw the thing in a whole new direction):

Dad pokes his head in the bedroom
Flashes me a sly smile
He says "up and at 'em"
And all I can think is, why is he calling me Adam?

My brother and I are fighting
And I call him stupid, call him ugly
Then Dad says, "you're no Adonis"
And all I can think is, what is an "adonis"?

Now strange days are upon us
The tables have turned at last
I'll say goodbye to my father
Before too long, won’t be too long now

Dad says, "the hardest thing
Is to take the middle road
The extremes are so easy"
Oh how did he know?

Yes strange days are upon us
The center may not hold
But I'll think of you my father
Before it’s gone, before it slips away

Dad's Song

Here you will find little acoustic pop songs; melancholy, dreamy-folk things. Sometimes some jangly, fuzzy rock tunes or ambient pieces as well. Work-in-progress demos to finished tracks, informal playlists to official album releases. Enjoy.

Dad's Song

Tom Hanson