Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney - Rochester songtekst
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Dit lied gaat over Mat's vader, Michael P. Kearney. Zijn vader is van Rochester, een stad in de staat New York. Zijn vader verliet Rochester omdat hij daar een verschrikkelijk leven had. Hij ging in Eugene, Oregon wonen. Daar zijn Mat en zijn 2 broers geboren. Het lied gaat dus niet over Mat, maar over zijn vader.
Irondequoit maakt deel uit van Rochester. Het is een plaats dat ten noorden van het stadscentrum ligt.
(This is my father's story Michael P. Kearney Born in Rochester, NY) I was born in Rochester to a bookmaking man Had a fake cigar shop with the games on in the back See them coming and going, let them ride on thoroughbreds Police chief and tarball wondering what was the spread Carried rich men's bag through the branch, trying to chase down the little white ball I learned that any soft place wasn't good for me at all Daddy come home fired and looking forward for some sort of release He beat the hell out of Timmy, Timmy beat the hell out of me I would hop the fence out to those government fields Run 'til there was nothing more to feel Lying there, watching planes just disappear Knowing one day I'm gonna fly up out of here Well, that same police chief came knocking my first freshmen day Put my daddy in handcuffs and his picture on the front page Took every one of his suits and all my dignity Walked the halls of Irondequoit waiting for a napalm to set me free I would hop the fence out to those government fields Run 'til there was nothing more to feel Lying there, watching planes just disappear Knowing one day I'm gonna fly up out of here Well, I got the call to Vietnam, just like everyone else I knew So scared of the handgrenades, threw them farther than any other troop Came home like an iron first and Timmy tried to take my keys Ripped open his front pocket, that was the last time he touched me Moved to an island out west, up to Breckinridge Met a mermaid on a glass boat and she promised me some kids Bought a house in Oregon where you could touch both of the walls Had a son named Benjamin and I was so scared of it all Benjamin walked in the front room where I was cutting up my hash Looked into those deep blue eyes, wondering why I'd been so mad Flushed a quarter pound down the drain, praying for the mercy to confess Trying to rip the boy from Rochester right out of my chest We're gonna walk right out into those heavenly fields Run like there was no more time to steal My three boys in the grace of God I feel Knowing one day I'm gonna take me out of here Knowing one day you're gonna take me out of here