"I'll Be d***ed"
When we first started writing this song, it was actually one of the more poppy things we had ever written and it seemed to flow pretty well right from the get-go. We all agreed it would be a good opener. This song is more or less about letting someone live on through you but becoming jaded from the loss in the process. The t**le comes from when I was watching the movie Contact with my dad when I was younger. There's a scene where Jodie Foster's dead father walks up on a beach in s***e (you gotta see the movie) and greets her. I remember my dad saying, "I'll be d***ed" during that scene. Even though I was young, I was old enough to realize he was imagining seeing his father again and that always stayed with me, now I know the feeling completely. This song is just a lot of random memories I have, and things that remind me of him.
Maybe... Maybe you saw your mother, maybe she's smiling,
She hears your catching laughter, she's missed your charm,
We never made it to Cooperstown
But I've still got that glove under my bed,
Maybe I'll see you, we could shoot the s***, finally have a beer,
"Have a catch,"but for now its catch my tears, its catch my breath,
I can just hear you say "come on bud, get out of that funk, it's time to move on,"
It's funny how you still apply, you still know me,
I'll try to take your tools and make something worth while,
Try to make ya proud, I've learned nothing is spotless anymore,
But I'll let you resonate...
Maybe your Heaven is that Norman Rockwell scene
Where you and your friends are singing that Gordon Lightfoot song,
"If you could only read my mind," well if you could only read my mind,
Well that ending, it was just too hard to take,
Is it better than Clapton? Did you see your fathers eyes?
I know it's wishful thinking hoping this won't always kill me,
But If you saw yours, then I'll see mine,
You finally stretched your feet and ghosted away from me,
You had to fade away, you had to leave
I'm pleading for one more time with what I know now,
I'm begging for the same flake to fall twice for the first time,
I'm begging for what wasn't said.
That night the snow shaped the land, and I walked home,
I laughed the whole way because I suppose if it hurts,
It's worth it, but now that ghost is me.
When we first started writing this song, it was actually one of the more poppy things we had ever written and it seemed to flow pretty well right from the get-go. We all agreed it would be a good opener. This song is more or less about letting someone live on through you but becoming jaded from the loss in the process. The t**le comes from when I was watching the movie Contact with my dad when I was younger. There's a scene where Jodie Foster's dead father walks up on a beach in s***e (you gotta see the movie) and greets her. I remember my dad saying, "I'll be d***ed" during that scene. Even though I was young, I was old enough to realize he was imagining seeing his father again and that always stayed with me, now I know the feeling completely. This song is just a lot of random memories I have, and things that remind me of him.
Maybe... Maybe you saw your mother, maybe she's smiling,
She hears your catching laughter, she's missed your charm,
We never made it to Cooperstown
But I've still got that glove under my bed,
Maybe I'll see you, we could shoot the s***, finally have a beer,
"Have a catch,"but for now its catch my tears, its catch my breath,
I can just hear you say "come on bud, get out of that funk, it's time to move on,"
It's funny how you still apply, you still know me,
I'll try to take your tools and make something worth while,
Try to make ya proud, I've learned nothing is spotless anymore,
But I'll let you resonate...
Maybe your Heaven is that Norman Rockwell scene
Where you and your friends are singing that Gordon Lightfoot song,
"If you could only read my mind," well if you could only read my mind,
Well that ending, it was just too hard to take,
Is it better than Clapton? Did you see your fathers eyes?
I know it's wishful thinking hoping this won't always kill me,
But If you saw yours, then I'll see mine,
You finally stretched your feet and ghosted away from me,
You had to fade away, you had to leave
I'm pleading for one more time with what I know now,
I'm begging for the same flake to fall twice for the first time,
I'm begging for what wasn't said.
That night the snow shaped the land, and I walked home,
I laughed the whole way because I suppose if it hurts,
It's worth it, but now that ghost is me.