your father left when you were young
your mother had nothing to say
you married honest and for love
and you swore to yourself it would always be that way
but good intent can lead to hell
and so to go the best laid plans
the barn owl called your name at night,
but you were not a wicked man
you followed footsteps in the dirt
fleeing from cruel destiny
i wonder how you remembered him
and i wonder what you saw when you looked at me
you were beaten by your legacy,
but you were kind and you were good
now the barn owl bears your name,
but i know you did the best you could
and sometimes at night, i have this dream
you're standing on a flooded plain
i meet you there, trembling and afraid
and you look at me, and like a prayer you say my name
i count the lines across your face
taking in every single one
then the barn owl takes you far from me
and i remain my father's son
credits
from Phoenix,
released June 24, 2014
Matt Morrow - vocals, piano, pipe organ, bass
Kristi Coughlin - violin
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022