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Loudon Wainwright III - Half Fist lyrics
I've seen the family photos, And the man's a mystery. Died in 1942 at the age of 43. My grandmother was his widow, And my father was his son. Oh, but I know next to nothing Of the first Loudon. They say he was an SOB, Who liked to smoke and drink. In the photos he looks handsome, Attractive's what I think. And there's one of him in uniform, And it must have been World War I. They say he was an expert sailor, And could handle a shotgun. In the wedding portrait, Posing with his young bride, His right hand, hidden by her bouquet, Is left hanging at his side, Closed in a kind of half-fist, Unsure what he'd just done, Facing his short future Like he could hit someone. It was elbows off the table, Before the meal'd begun. And it's his hands I recognize, He gave them to his son, Whose own hands held and touched me And ruffled up my hair. And I recognize that half-fist, I'd know it anywhere. Later on, in the late 30s, He began to go to sea. In the photos he looks loaded; They observe and I will heed. Mugging for the camera, having a little fun, Cigarette in one hand, And a drink in the other one. Yes, I know a little something About the first Loudon. My grandmother was his widow And my father was his son. Tell me what are we afraid of? Why do we resist? I spread my hands and flex my fingers, Open and close my fist. I spread my hands and flex my fingers, Open and close my fist. |
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