daddies hands (tell stories)

daddies hands (tell stories)

A Poem by J. B.
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lyrics to a song of mine called "daddies hands (tell stories) hope you enjoy :)

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(Verse)

oh hey do you remember the first time you saw me, 
did you think to yourself that you were sorry 
for what would become of you and I

and I can still remember thinking to myself how much like a mountain you were, 
stoney faced and weathered and your hands were like stones 
that fell from the mountain side

but I knew better 
to see under the rubble

a troubled heart 

and scars that run deeper than the ocean 
swaying to the motion of the life you found yourself in.


And you were a workin man


You would dig and dig and dig but six feet deep is never deep enough to bury your pride 
just to bury you alive and maybe some of the dreams you once had as a boy with smoother hands 


but now you're a man
whose hands 
tell stories


(Chorus 1)

Oh, daddies hands are stretched and worn 
like the old parchment found
in the leather bound books 
I used to read as a boy
under the apple tree in our back yard, those hands are big and hard, rough, leathered and scarred 
and dirty from the soil of the land


I could see the stories in my daddies hands


(Verse)

oh pops you were impossible to read impossible to see no emotion came from thee 
until I was 23 and your brother died and you were 
beside yourself with gritted teeth 
and pent up grief and the reality of loneliness that creeps in like the cold that touches the leaves 
as they shiver in the fall and autumn comes

oh I remember the smell of cigarettes and gasoline and oil from when we took apart the engine block of that big black truck and I felt stuck 
as you made me stick around to help 
and I had hated that 
but we were closer then 
and I’d give anything
just to go right back to when 
it was just you and I taking rides out to the country side 
to shoot the s**t and confide in you a little more 
than I did otherwise

oh daddy, do you remember when you would hold my little hand because
I can

I could feel the stories in my daddies hands.



(Chorus 1)

Oh, daddies hands are stretched and worn 
like the old parchment found
in the leather bound 
books I used to read as a boy
under the apple tree in our back yard, those hands are big and hard and rough, leathered and scarred 
and dirty from the soil of the land

I could see the stories in my daddies hands


(Chorus 2)

I will bury you beside the old apple tree
that your bare hands kept alive for me so you could watch me climb up to see the stars
Yes, I will bury you beside the old apple tree
that your bare hands kept alive for me so you could watch me climb up to the heavens

Oh that tree has survived so so many storms
And now my hands are just like yours


(Verse)

Now you’re old and gray and we have parted ways 
and you live your days with worn down hands that gave up hope and still dig graves and 
six feet deep 
is never deep enough to bury your pride just to bury you alive and maybe some of the dreams you once had as a boy 
with smoother hands 
but

now you're a man 
whose hands 
tell stories

(Chorus 2)

I will bury you beside the old apple tree
that your bare hands kept alive for me so you could watch me climb up to see the stars
Yes, I will bury you beside the old apple tree
that your bare hands kept alive for me so you could watch me climb up to the heavens

Oh that tree has survived so so many storms
And now my hands are just like yours

(End)

and time is rough as desert sands
and now I've got my daddies hands

© 2019 J. B.


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Whoa! Super emotional song. Really powerful story. Now I'm all weeping thinking about my own dad. Mission accomplished!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ps love all the memories and a great tribute to your "Daddy""

Posted 5 Years Ago


I love this song absolutely
I hope you can one day hear it to music xx

Posted 5 Years Ago



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J. B.
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