The Story of My Old Man
Legacy of Broken Chains: The Tale of Generational Struggles
Lyrics
I don't know too much,
I lack knowledge about my father.
Too much of my old man.
I don't know much about my old man.
I know he walked right out the door
I am aware that he left the family abruptly.
And we never saw him again.
He disappeared, and we never saw him again.
Last I heard he was at the bar doing himself in. I know I got that same disease,
He was last known to be at a bar, self-destructive like me.
I guess I got that from him.
I've inherited a self-destructive tendency from him.
This is the story of my old man,
The narrative unfolds about my father.
Just like his father before him.
Similar to his own father, continuing a cycle.
I'm telling you do anything you can,
Advice to do anything possible to avoid their fate.
So you don't end up just like them, like them. Monday he woke up and hated life,
So you don't end up like them, repeating the pattern.
Drank until Wednesday and left his wife. Thursday through Saturday lost everything,
He despised life on Mondays, indulged in drinking until Wednesday, and left his spouse.
Woke up on Sunday miserable again.
From Thursday to Saturday, he lost everything.
I remember baseball games
Recollections of shared moments like baseball games and car work.
And working on the car.
Engaged in bonding activities.
He told me that he loved me
Expressed love and predicted a successful future for me.
And that I would go far.
He showed me the value of hard work and self-defense.
Showed me how to work hard
He wished he could take his own advice.
And stick up for my-self,
Regrets that he was challenging to listen to.
I wish he wasn't too hard to listen to himself.
This is the story of my old man,
Reiteration of the narrative of the father.
Just like his father before him.
Continuation of the cycle from his own father.
I'm telling you do anything you can,
Encouraging to take any action to break the pattern.
So you don't end up just like them, like them. Monday he woke up and hated life, drank until Wednesday and left his wife.
Repeat of the advice to avoid their fate.
Thursday through Saturday lost everything,
Repetition of the destructive pattern on different days.
Woke up on Sunday miserable again...again...again.
Continued misery on Sundays, emphasizing the cyclical nature.
Someday he'll wish that he made things right(made things right),
Anticipation that he will eventually regret his choices.
Long for his family and miss his wife(miss his wife),
Longing for family and missing his wife.
Remember the days he had everything(everything),
Recollection of the past when he had everything.
Now he's alone and miserable again.
Currently alone and miserable again, completing the tragic cycle.
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