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My Son

from Never A Word by BLACK DECADES

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I am a father who is struggling with explaining to his son why his grandfather is dying. I think most of us will be in a similar position at some point in our lives. I cannot offer any solace, it’s difficult. But there are more who have dealt with this. Please talk to your friends when you are struggling.

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My Son

Trade fiction for ripping blindfolds from eyes
Grab diction, and squeeze out all the lies
Trade fiction for facts about the end of it all
Grab tradition to never fully realise

My son
This who I am
My son
This is who we will be
My son,

Prostate on the kitchen floor
Scalpel at the ready
Cut the lines that lead throughout
The lives of sons
That found their fathers
Caught in stances no body was prepared
To take, necks protruding from kitchens and ropes,
arms with hardly a twitch left
cannot hold progeny nor promise.

My son.
This is who I am

Fleeting words, empty gestures
Communication reduced to the barest of bones
Knot these mandibles above your head
To hold high the hollow altar's stones

My son.
This is who I am.
My son.
This is who you will be.
My son.

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from Never A Word, released February 2, 2020

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BLACK DECADES The Netherlands

Marcel - Bass
Johan - Vocals
Rosie- Vocals
Thale - Guitar
William - Drums

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