One day, long long ago, in a galaxy right here, my father said to me that if he understood the meaning of the words to this song, his life would be complete.
We’ve always had a bit of a complicated relationship, but recently my dad and I had a conversation about nothing really important – work, meetings, bureaucracy, that kind of crap – but afterwards it felt like we were speaking the same language, we were on the same page. It was a special feeling, and one I hope we can repeat, not just once, but often. So, this is my fathers’ day song, dedicated first to my dad, but also to anyone else who has an interesting, complicated relationship with their dad.
"There must be some kind of way out of here,"
Said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessman they drink my wine,
Plowman dig my earth
None will level on the line, nobody offered his word, hey"
"No reason to get excited,"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late"
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
business man there, drink my wine,
Come and take my herb.
~ Jimi Hendrix, All Along the Watchtower
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