Levi The Poet - Van Morrison Will Always Remind Me of You lyrics

"I poured myself the stiffest drink
My stomach could stand
" thought: Conor would be proud of
The man that I am -
And listened to a friend's local
Band jam old Van Morrison
Covers "Ma'am, it's a godawful night
For a moon dance
" and my dad used to sing along to
"the stars up above in your eyes" It's
A fantabulous night to make romance to my
Mother 'neath the cover of October skies

But a California King is a world in
And of it'self when all that
Is left of the king reigns from
A picture on the shelf

Well here I am: the end-all
Who's come to judge and decide
Whether all of God's reasons for
Letting you die are damnable
Or worthy of praise
(O detestable pride, I liked you that way)

So do I rage at the Potter
For destroying the clay that
He made like we're somehow entitled
To more than this? Or do I praise the Maker
For giving and taking away?
If you taught me that
Life is not meaningless
Then this life is not meaningless

To dust we go, and from dust we came
Blessed be your name naked we come
And naked we remain blessed be your name

Well I said, "I do" two months after
My dad disappeared and
He was supposed to be the
Priest that married me daughter
Your father loved you more than I
Fear you will ever be able to see
But I need you to receive it
Because there were nights that he'd fight to
Stay alive just to see you, bree
(And I’d step out the front
To toss up my keys
And leave and breath a sigh
Of relief while he
Wept bitterly never believing I believed
That: "He loved me!")
Wife, your husband loved you
More than his life
And I think that maybe he thought
He gave you yours back "O!
Every old photograph is a painful reminder
Of losing what we had!
I was one with someone!
(and now I am but a half) "

Dear world, i wrote to tell you that the sun
Is shining down on Southern California
Today, and I wish that you could be
Here to see it in the end, maybe God
Will piece our bones back together again
And me and my dad’s skeleton’s will drive too
Fast over the whoop-de doos in death valley
Just like we did in my memories
Before death started eating at his spine

I am not fine at least
Sometimes, I am not fine, and if
Only years gone by forget the pain
And wounds heal over time
Then it’s just a different type of pain that
Comes to occupy my mind, like
"How could I be fine? How
Could you be fine?" And
I start hearing these questions
Like the accusations that
Wake my sister up in the night
And leave her terrified to close her eyes
Because the demons never close their eyes
(and I thought Jesus never closed
His eyes but Christ
You sure seem blind sometimes)

Dear Dad
Van Morrison will always remind me of
You and it stones me to
My soul to know that you were
The ghost in our kitchen window
But not as much as it stoned you

I hope you finally escaped that window frame
That held you captive all these years

Dear God, I’ve got a lot of fear
Like are you big enough to handle all of
My fear? And what exactly will "handling"
It look like from here and: do you
Hear me? Do you hear us?