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Fisherman's Cottage II (The Letter)

from Lost In Translation by Soy La Vid

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The second in the trilogy inspired by Harald Sohlberg's "Fisherman's Cottage"

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Fisherman’s Cottage II (The Letter)

Here’s a letter that I’ll never send
In it the power to break a man
On my worst days I’d love to say it to his face
And make him own his failures; every one
But I’m not that kind of son

Dear Dad, hope this finds you well
Meaning no disrespect, I’ve got some honest questions:
Where have you been all my life?
Did you ever even want a son?
How about another one?

Weren’t you supposed to teach my brother to fish?
Where were you on my first day of school?
How will I know if I make you proud
If you‘re not around
All the ‘atta-boy’s’ I’ll never hear

But if fatherhood is a learned skill
Who was going to teach you?
Your drunken sullen mother
or the cheating mariner that cussed and beat you?
I didn’t think so.

I’m just now discovering gaps of knowledge
Where I think it should’ve been
I thought we could’ve been like brothers
Or at least like friends
But I don’t even know your birthday

Where were you the first time that
I took to the rigging and the nets?
Or when I got my first seaworthy vessel?
Where were you when we married on the docks?
I was there for every one of yours

I’m afraid of turning out just like you did
I’m still wounded from the times they said
“you’re just like him”

And still I hope you’re happy wherever you are
I hope you’ve got the life you always wanted
I hope you’ve moved on and
don’t think about me too much
Sincerely yours, Your son

(4/4) Much better having these thoughts on paper
Good to get them out of my head
I toss the letter in the fire,
watch it cathartically burn
I don’t know where to send it anyway

And for all the latent anger
I love him still. I’d love to say it to his face.
What kind of a son would I be
If I left him the mess that I saw last
What’s my excuse?


I’ve got my seaworthy vessel
And I’ve got a map
I’ve got a general direction
And I’ve got hope
I’m out the door
I’ve got my oar in hand
I’m out to sea
And now I see no land
But a dim light to the west.
Gonna find my dad.

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from Lost In Translation, released March 6, 2012

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Soy La Vid Indianapolis, Indiana

Soy La Vid is the musical whimsy of Mark Abdon. Graduated from DePauw U. and now hailing Indianapolis, IN - current interests include Cinnamon Toast Crunch, tall mountains, Jesus, living in the 'hood, and his wife Laura.

Musical parents include the unlikely matrimony of such persons as Iron & Wine, Sufjan Stevens, Coldplay, The National, George Winston, Sarah McLachlan, Hammock, and yes... Enya ... more

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