A Song About My Father, Butn Nomasnoma

The song is almost broken up into four parts, where the first part is all about my father and this photograph of him on tha front line in west texas. I couldn't help but sort of relate the younger version of my father as this sort of person who was sort of taunting the camera,. And then that night when he fell ill, it was this sort of like nomas. Not that he was giving up on living, but just that he was sort of sane, like oke, this litle bit more than i can take now. The heavy weight, shan laving in his face. S e dance like sugar ray used to be coman coma. Butn