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This song is tentatively called "Family." Every now and then I'll call my parents and we'll talk about random stuff, our respective fish tanks, car troubles, the weather. I pretty much always get reminded how much I love them and appreciate their care for me - but you know, how do you work that in to a conversation about fish tanks? And where do you go after that? It just doesn't work all that well.
While this song is called "Family," I really feel the same way about my very best friends. Eeks now that all the sappy crap is out of the way.... As always, I apologize for the unsure vocal bits and the shoddy guitar - its just a live demo and i suck.
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Family
Copyright 2008 Matthew C Good
I think I understand
why paper is so important.
It allows us to write
the things we cannot say.
To take a single thought
and juxtapose it with another,
to pull it out and see
what it is we mean.
So I wrote
What I could not say
What I really feel
about my family
I call them up
Every now and then.
We talk about events.
It makes me mess them.
I pay good money
to call anyone, anywhere
any time
that I feel like talking.
But like a silent movie,
you only get half the story,
and somewhere in the world, there are voices
looking for their homes.
So I'll sing
What I'd love to say.
If I had my way,
I would tell you.
Some of you
I owe more than love
but more I cannot give,
so let that be enough.