Merry Christmas! Here is a brand new original: Me & My Old Man

     Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone! I would like to share a song I've been working on for a bit, and is finally done. Usually I get a draft of a song all done in one day, but this was a longer, week long effort. It revolves around Christmas, so I wanted to share it before it's too late.

    I wrote this after the shooting in Australia, on the first day of Hanukkah. Every part of that is a tragedy, and what lingered with me the most was how it was a father and son who did it. This song is written from the perspective of the son, and it explores their relationship, and how their love and hate are not separated. I also wanted to write from the perspective of an unforgivable character, I think it is so interesting to experience art that makes you stand face to face with a human being you would never wish to. Here are the lyrics:

Me & My Old Man: Words and music by Liam MacCarrick

I remember that day like a fable

I said the Christmas prayer at our table

My father tried to clean up dinner

He went to the kitchen but I beat him there

We got to speak of the other folk

And how we're not like them all in bulk

I hoped they love the way it's all ran

So in truth it's me and my old man

Mm, me and my old man

Just me and my old man

Well that was twenty years ago

Money's gotten tight and the truck is slow

Daddy tells me it's all their fault

The ones who don't let Christmas be taught

I know what must be done for my God

To kill those with my faith in their jaw

I know a place where these demons run amok

We speak the gospel and load my father's truck 

Mm, me and my old man

Just me and my old man

I shot down a good number of them

You should have seen them on the run

Except for a man who charged my hideaway

I don't know why he let me get away

I tried to run into my father's arms

Till his rifle poked me like a horn

He said, "Son, don't let your mind go roam,

I led you here and I'll lead you home"

Mm, me and my old man

Just me and my old man

The police had us all surrounded

And I couldn't count all who were dead

Daddy said, "Son, our work is done

For a little while we had us some fun"

I said "keep down" and then I stood up

And I let those blue boys shoot me down

I hope their souls go to hell and be damned

And in heaven it's me and my old man 

Mm, me and my old man

Just me and my old man

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