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My Father Was A Poet

by REDAKTR (feat: Seth Framer)

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it was his thing and he was the best at it

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My father was a poet
He sank beneath the ships
He wandered the floor of the ocean
Curses on his lips

My father was a poet
His arms were open wide
Appealing to a multitude
And sinking with the tide

My father was a poet
His feet were made of clay
He lifted up his face to sing
And shouted at the day

My father was a poet
In his life were clues
Suffer into solitude
And pass along the news

My father was a poet
He let those people go
He stood stock still upon that rock
Until there were no more

My father was a poet
He gathered up the lambs
The ones that didn’t want to go
He welcomed by his hand

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released February 3, 2022
guitars, bass, vox, lyrics: Seth Framer
drums, recording, mixing: REDAKTR

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